A stubborn flush climbs up her throat and over her face, and she thinks with the blush she'd overapplied she probably looks like a tomato about now. Still, she leans into his embrace for the moment she has it, taking a deep breath of his scent.
"Depends... what's for dinner?" Toni pulls back enough to look up through her eyelashes at him, completely oblivious to what's going on in the kitchen at large -- she can scarcely see past him. Can they just skip food right to the making out? Her thoughts are written all over her face, as usual.
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Date: 2017-01-17 03:04 am (UTC)"Depends... what's for dinner?" Toni pulls back enough to look up through her eyelashes at him, completely oblivious to what's going on in the kitchen at large -- she can scarcely see past him. Can they just skip food right to the making out? Her thoughts are written all over her face, as usual.