[ Hei doesn't falter at the slap. Instead his smile hitches into something a tad sharper, a smidge darker. He's tempted to retaliate, to give as good as he gets. Instead he lets the flat of his hand thump against her backside; not much of a slap, just enough to sting. A little warning that she doesn't want to play that game with him. It's also tempting to dump her unceremoniously head first onto the mattress, since he's already acting like an overgrown teenager. Instead, he spills her carefully across the edge, kneeling to press a kiss -- light, almost conciliatory -- on the tip of her nose. ]
[ Drawing back, he asks, ]
Should I yank that cat out from under your bed? Or do you want to do it?
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[ Drawing back, he asks, ]
Should I yank that cat out from under your bed? Or do you want to do it?