[He comes with a groan, his hands fisting in the sheets. When his vision focuses again, there's black spots dancing on the ceiling, and he feels like standing up is going to be difficult for a while yet.]
[ Ariadne swallows as gracefully as she can before carefully pulling off and away. Hopefully there's nothing on her face... Either way, she's moving out from between his legs. ]
[He lets his hands wander up the curve of her spine before trailing their way down again. Her skin is smooth and warm in the morning and he can stop himself from experiencing as much of it as he can.]
[ Her own fingers lazily trail down his neck and shoulders, exploring skin that was ignored while she woke him up. She's not in a rush at the moment, content to keep doing this for a while if he is. ]
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[C'mere, you. George pulls her closer, wrapping both arms around her.]
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Morning.
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Happy Valentines, love.
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Mmm. You too.
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You are truly bloody brilliant at that.
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Thanks.
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[Meaning - how long until you have to leave this bed?]
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[ Which means she doesn't have to. ]
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[Come here for some more kisses. Give him a few and he'll be up for round two...]
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[ Well, if he doesn't mind tasting himself in her mouth, she's not going to argue. She will, however, slide her fingers into his hair. ]
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