I know. [All Star Wars jokes from here on out are halted by kissing and growling and touching and Gabriel starting up his general teasing caress routine. A moment later, with a playful growl, he rolls over and takes her with him, pinning her and nibbling her neck and shoulders like it's going out of style, pausing to whisper lazily in her ear.]
And you'll never wear a scarf. Period. ... Look at that. I'm already used to this whole suburbia thing. You've domesticated me. [His tone is chastising, but the kisses down her collarbone and his hands under her shirt sure as hell aren't.]
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And you'll never wear a scarf. Period. ... Look at that. I'm already used to this whole suburbia thing. You've domesticated me. [His tone is chastising, but the kisses down her collarbone and his hands under her shirt sure as hell aren't.]