He smirked at Mandy, nodding patiently, sighing a little bit as her head did everything but stay still and her eyes kept falling closed when she rested her head against him. "Eyes open," he reminded her, gently, hands moving around to her back, sliding down over her pretty little curves. "Lesson definitely learned," he assured her, dipping his head down to brush a kiss against her lips. He didn't need a repeat. Or any more of Mandy's creative demonstrations. "And I love you, too."
His eyes slid over her and he watched her body respond to him, all the pent up energy from earlier shifting into wanting her. He let his fingers slide down a little lower, brushing up along the insides of her thighs. "Let's just get you cleaned up and then I'll get you into bed," he said, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep for hours, but he could hold her while she did. And tomorrow was a rest day, thankfully. "Don't go to work tomorrow," he murmured, fingers finally inching up to brush against her center. "Stay here and let me love on you."
He was a little shocked by her next words, though. It wasn't the first time a girl had drunkenly asked to marry him and have his babies, but it was the first time Mandy had ever said anything like that, and for some reason he felt like she meant it. And he sort of liked the idea. He finally managed a breath and nodded. "We can do that," he said, smiling faintly. "I won't leave you, promise. I'll be your family. Forever." That dreamy, drunk look was so adorable on her face. "I want boys, though. Lots of big, strapping boys who'll have the prettiest Mum in the whole world." Were they really talking about this? And fuck, he was sober.