Not that comfortable with getting serenaded... [English], nu med kakaomælk

.... Aand cheeks matching the hair as a huge smile spread.

"...and I don't let you do everything. I didn't let you train on your leg."

"You almost did. I could see the eyes did work quite a lot." she grinned.

"You mean, 'work' like this?" He turned up the 1000-watt Smile, Level 3 (his dimples showed, AND he squeezed one eye slightly shut.)

.... Speaking reduced to babbling as she tried to answer.

Muahahahahahahahaha. He leaned and kissed her for effect, whispering a gentle 'love you' in parting.

More babbling and fiery red cheeks, rubbing her thighs together just slightly. Damn. Just that smile and she... Well, it certainly wasn't a Sahara down there.

Oooh. He knew that nervous shifting well. ...damn. Really.. just from smiling at her? He always thought he looked pretty silly in pictures.. but, well.. he was beginning to learn how to make the best of opportunities like these - so he moved in close and kissed her neck softl.

That was all it took for a weak moan to surface.

Really now.. interesting. "Soah.. it's gonna be really hard to wait for marriage. Because.. because I can't wait to wake up next to you every day, and think 'That's my wife' and know I'm the happiest guy alive because of that.." yeah, he was going on auto pilot, but he hoped she was getting in the mood enough not to laugh at him for being cheesy.

A small swallow. "I... I can kinda see why," she said, voice slightly shaky.

"Hmm.. because you finally figured out how awesome you are?" he kissed her again, teasingly.

"Ah... No... But as often as you say it, part of it's got be true..." she groaned and her eyes fluttered close.

"So at least you trust my judgment.." he gently nipped her earlobe while his hands slowly wandered her skin.

Another groan, and she leant her head to the side to allow him more room. "Uhuh..."

"About time..." he gave one of her boobs a friendly squeeze.

"So you say..." a small writhe, and he bit her lip.

"And I'm usually right.." he teased her neck with his tongue. "Who had to tell you not to train after two weeks when the leg didn't hurt anymore?"

"I could've still trained... Just a little..." she stubbornly insisted, though moaning.

"You were told to sit still." A pinch of her nipple made sure she would do anything but.

True, a deep groan emerged as she twitched in his grasp. "You know I can't..."

"Not right now, you can't..." he snorted at his own joke. "You'd still be on crutches if it wasn't for me."

"Uhuh. According to you."

"You were going to train kicks on a broken leg..."

"Not that hard..." she lied.