[Kenly]

Grinning widely, she nodded toward his glass.
"Water's perfect."
Walking over, she leaned up against him and took his glass from him. She didn't drink from it, but she smiled up at him over the rim of it.

[Fey]

Relinquishing his glass he watched her over the rim and slowly set the other one down. "I'm all for one less glass to clean, feel free." It was a bit bumpy, but he finally had his feet under him, metaphorically speaking.

[Kenly]

Smiling, she took a sip, closing her eyes and fully enjoying the pure taste of the water.
"I don't want you to get upset that I keep swiping your things."
Sitting the glass down after finishing about half the glass, she returned her violet gaze to his.

[Fey]

Giving into temptation he lifted a hand and trailed a fingertip along her jawline. "I'll be sure to let you know when you take something I'm not willing to give." Dipping his head he lightly bussed his lips over hers, "Besides, what's a few germs between us?"

[Kenly]

Fluttering her eyelashes at him prettily, she smiled. Leaning into him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and practically purred.
"Soon enough it's not going to mean anything at all, if I have my way with it."
Waggling her eyebrows at him playfully, she leaned up and pressed her lips softly against his neck in a light return kiss.

[Fey]

Wrapping his arms around her he watched her with a smile. "I suppose not...though...curiosity...do you get colds? I mean...as a joke we always say we want a cure for the common cold...but would a cold in your case even classify as common?" Hugging her lightly he rested his chin on the crown of her head, content to just hold her.

[Kenly]

Content to just be in his embrace, she listened to him and smiled.
"Not really. I mean, I can feel under the weather, but I don't really get sick. If I feed from someone who's sick-or high-it doesn't usually sit well in my system."

[Fey]

Wrinkling his nose, "New meaning to 'contact' high huh? Well no worries here, I'm usually ridiculously healthy, and unless you count a lot of B complex I don't take anything." Rubbing her back lightly he absentmindedly watched the cat finish off his dinner.

[Kenly]

"I hadn't even considered you a user, darling."
Snuggling against him, she sighed softly, eyes closed as she simply stood there and breathed the scent of him in.
"I'm sure you don't want to do this here in the kitchen, hmm?"

[Fey]

"No, probably not...knowing my luck one or both of us would slip and fall over the cat." Reluctantly he straightened up and slid his arms from around her. Tucking her hair behind her ears he smiled and wiggled his brows. "Where do you want me?"

[Kenly]

Grinning wide, she pretended to think about it.
"Oh, baby. Don't leave that up to me. You might regret it."
Reaching up to gently stroke his cheek, she softened her expression.
"The bed is where this usually ends up... But anywhere more comfortable than standing at a kitchen counter is good."

[Fey]

This time his grin was laced with a lot of innuendo, "I dunno, I like a lady that takes charge...." Taking her hand he lead the way down the hallway to his room. He'd contemplated the sofa, but it would never be a relaxing area again if he did...and he needed that.

[Kenly]

Allowing him to lead her to his room, she had to giggle softly to herself. All she could think of was the first time her husband had snuck her into his private quarters at the back of his classroom. The walk seemed innocent laced with the intent of something new and surprising and exciting at the end of the trip.
"Do you want me to just jump you, or would you rather I take it slow?"
There was quite a bit of playful lilt to her voice as she spoke.

[Fey]

Eying her he pondered it very seriously, "You could try, but I think I outweigh you enough that it would be less a pounce and more a kitten hitting the windowpane." Moving to the side of the bed he sat down and drew her between his legs. "Besides, I didn't know this was a full contact sport."

[Kenly]

Allowing him to pull her into his 'bubble', she let him think he had her.
"Oh, honey, I'll let you think you're the beast here... Until I'm ready to let you know that you're not. And, trust me, you'll love it."
Leaning over him, letting her hair fall around them, she pressed softly against him before running her lips across his left ear.

[Fey]

Enjoying the sensation of being enveloped in her hair, her scent, Tal slid his hands along her sides. "A beast? Nah, I'm a harmless pussy cat...." Watching her carefully he shivered as her lips touched his skin.