Babs laughed, squirming in his lap, trying to turn more fully to him. "Then what the hell are we doing this for?! Masked vigilante? Screw it! I always thought normal was overrated but.... You know, when I start to apply that to my dad, it starts getting really, really gross, mental imagery-wise."
Her chuckle was muffled by his mouth, though the small moan that came from her throat would not be suppressed; it reverberated through her mouth and into his. Her fingers ran lightly over his hand, so small compared to his. "You're a freak of nature," she told him playfully, affectionately, grinning, murmuring against his mouth, "you know that?"