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[makemeasong]

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[makemeasong]

[ When he manages to reverse their positions, Clara lets out a soft squeak, biting at her bottom lip with a grin. ]

I don't need ten-years-ago-Roy. I need right-now-Roy. [ One leg hooks over his hip. ] And that Roy gave me plenty of material volunteering in his sister's garden. All sweaty and shirtless...a little dirty.

[ Oh yeah, she's all good on material to get off on. All of it involves Roy, and none of it includes him crying. Except maybe when she thinks back on this night later, but she was crying too, and it was a moment of love. Later, when they get around to having a conversation about kids, he'll find there's no direction he could go that would disappoint her. Spoilers, though. ]

How exactly do you plan to reward your sexy, incredibly hilarious, genius?

[ She had to add a bit of flair. ]

[finefurryfella]

[ Hearing that warms his heart - that she wouldn't want a younger version of himself, even if he had better stamina back then. She wants him as he is now, imperfections and all. He plants a lingering kiss on her lips, smiling against them. ]

You were drooling in front of my sister. You're lucky she likes you. More than me, in fact, but that's no surprise.

[ He and his sister have been close ever since Phoebe was born, though they're not the kind of siblings to share feelings. They support each other with actions rather than words. Volunteering to do her sister's garden is how he expresses his love more than throwing money at her she wouldn't accept anyway. She'll give him a wordless hug whenever he needs one. ]

Hmm... [ His fingers trace her nipples as he thinks. ] I could make you whatever you want for breakfast tomorrow. [ Cooking is one of his love languanges. ] What do you fancy?

[makemeasong]

[ Her laugh is low and husky, already feeling familiar pinpricks of want sparking up and down her spine. ]

I happen to like you more than everyone, I hope that makes it better.

[She grins at him, then her breath hitches in the back of her throat at his touch. Damn him, for knowing exactly what he's doing, too. ]

Anything I want? Pancakes and an omelet? And coffee, obviously, fresh brewed.

[ Clara's had to start running again just because of how good Roy's food is, that hidden ability just one of the perks of taking her time to really get to know him and everything he's capable of. She loves it all, all of him, and especially that he wants to cook for her. ]