She's still smiling against his lips, humming a little into the kiss and letting her fingernails scrape lightly against his scalp as she slides her hand to the back of his neck. She drops another quick, soft peck to his mouth when the first kiss winds down, her lips quirking a bit as she thinks about it.
"I think I feel like... meat," she finally decides on a tiny grin. "A nice, juicy steak." Oh yeah, it's been that kind of day, she'll allow it to herself. Is it even dinner time? She doesn't really care.
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Date: 2016-11-01 07:37 pm (UTC)"I think I feel like... meat," she finally decides on a tiny grin. "A nice, juicy steak." Oh yeah, it's been that kind of day, she'll allow it to herself. Is it even dinner time? She doesn't really care.