His eyes twinkle with bemusement, biting into his lip when she shifts, his eyes drawn down over one pale shoulder. Idly, he brushes her hair away so he can lean in and drop a kiss right on the top. "Depends... What's on the menu?" he queries lazily. He'd never been much for breakfast, but since they're still hiding from the world -- it seems as good a plan as any.
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Date: 2017-02-01 06:48 pm (UTC)