His smile actually manages to warm at that, though his eyes roll back and closed as he slips from between her legs and rolls to his side, pulling her into the crook of his arm.
He sighs contentedly, pressing his nose again to the top of her head and breathing in the scent of her. "We never did make it to the rug."
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Date: 2009-09-03 09:13 am (UTC)He sighs contentedly, pressing his nose again to the top of her head and breathing in the scent of her. "We never did make it to the rug."