Re: ooc: lol. I know how you feel. Uni makes me want to shoot myself... >_< but not lethally...
Gem smirked and let herself thirll in the act of hungrily kissing Saint. Gone was the sweet good morning that she'd given a moment ago and here was a hard press of lips and teeth, all hunger and desire and more take than give. The spoon she'd just fed him with almost clatterd to the floor as she tossed her arms around his lean torso, pressing herself to the hard length of him and asking in urgent moans and hums for him to open his mouth to her tongue. Pure bliss and contentment filled her, along with the passion and hatred of the idea of ever letting him go. She had the feeling that if another apocalypse hit Sundance right at this very moment and she lived, she would have all she ever needed in Saint. And if she died, she would die happier than she had ever been in her life.
When finally she had to pause and pull away for breath, Gem smirked up at her Irishman and pouted out her full lower lip. "Ah ghra, s'ah pity that you didn't let me know you were awake. Then we could have had this rousing little game in bed instead of on the kitchen counter." She bit that same lip, her teeth sinking into the pink flesh the same way they wanted to taste Saint's delicious skin.