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[deep_red_bells]

That, Baileigh decided as she studied her darling S.O. from the doorway of the balcony, was a brooding position if she ever saw one. From the way he held his wine glass when he picked it up to the line of his shoulders and back. Brooding of the bad variety or just plain brooding, she couldn't tell without seeing his face...well, if she could even tell from his expression at all, which was debatable. She'd discovered pretty quickly that she wasn't going to discern anything he didn't feel like letting her see, and she'd decided to stop letting herself think she had him figured out.

She didn't mind it. The brooding. It was his turn, really.

She sighed and nudged the door open, slipped outside, tiptoed barefoot over to him, keeping as far away from the railing as she could get. It was a spectacular view, it really was, she just couldn't stand to peek over the edge. It made her insides feel like they were cringing. She bent down and kissed his cheek quickly, brushed her fingers across the back of his neck as she circled around his chair to tug the other one closer and sit down next to him. "Still no penny," she remarked lightly, tucking her legs beneath her and resting her chin in her hand. "Couldn't find one. I'll have to owe you. So...talk?"

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His eyes sparkled with amusement, hands shifting until his palms could cup against her delicately through the fabric of her clothes. "I see...."

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Her own hands slid down his arms to press over his encouragingly, lips curving into a rather wicked little smirk against his neck. "Maybe I was just a little..."

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He shifted his arms to slide them away from her and then back under her, pushing to his feet in a fluid movement, holding her against him as he tilted his head for her lips and moved them inside quickly, though he didn't really bother to shut the sliding door before tumbling her onto the bed.

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A little squeal slipped out at the sudden movement, muffled against his skin and immediately followed by a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Her thighs tensed around his hips, arms locking around his shoulders to hold tight, more of an instinctive reaction than a lack of trust.

She squealed softly again, still overcome with giggles as they fell to the mattress and landed in a messy tangle of limbs; she loved the urgency, loved feeling wanted and needed, but she loved the playfulness just as much. She thought, or maybe she liked to tell herself, that it was something he hadn't...had, very much, that it was something that was just theirs.

With a soft little huff she shoved her hair out of her face, both hands parting and pushing back the tangled web of curls, let her body relax and fit against his as it always did. "Very wise choice," she quipped, smirked up at him let her hands fall lazily to the bed even as she twined her leg over his and wriggled beneath him teasingly.