"Ohh, so generous, husband mine." She answers his pinch with another pinch, this to his arm. "So good a deal, I'd be a fool not to take it."
Faces close together, she can smell his breath, and somehow it isn't foul. "Luckily," she runs her free hand down his back, rocking him closer, "you can't run off and steal what I'm moving."
"Oh, that only happened once," Aleksei protests. "And it was all returned, when we realized."
A wave of his free hand, dismissive. A minor mishap, and more or less corrected at that. Aleksei can count on his thumbs how often he and Yevdokiya have returned stolen goods.
When he kisses her cheek, there's a light graze of teeth. Just so.
"And it cannot be said we didn't make it up to you."
"So kind." But she leans into the kiss, just slightly. Finally, she stops abusing his shoulder, so her fingers can trace invisible lines into the column of his neck. "It's a deal, Alyosha."
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Faces close together, she can smell his breath, and somehow it isn't foul. "Luckily," she runs her free hand down his back, rocking him closer, "you can't run off and steal what I'm moving."
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A wave of his free hand, dismissive. A minor mishap, and more or less corrected at that. Aleksei can count on his thumbs how often he and Yevdokiya have returned stolen goods.
When he kisses her cheek, there's a light graze of teeth. Just so.
"And it cannot be said we didn't make it up to you."
More or less.
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Unless something better comes along.