Re: Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree
Much too soon. Eva's hips pressed forward for a brief instant and she fought every urge on the planet not to envelope Ronan's face with her mouth. He was a delicious, delicious bastard. She laughed after breathing a sigh of relief, having survived watching him lick himself, then turned her head away, still in their partial embrace, but he'd followed her mouth with the waffle until she'd opened, then she chomped down, laughed, and closed her mouth to chew while she smacked him away from her and she took a step back, hand on her chest to sooth her chuckling. That felt better - the air, after a hug. She licked her own lips and then put her hands on her hips as she surveyed the table and Ronan's mischievous face. He was making it so hard for her not to completely surrender to a messy, sexy, laugh-inducing breakfast right there in his family's dining room.
"It really isn't," she said, finally, and let her arms fall to her sides. "But I can't be late for class," Zap smirked and moved to take a seat, leaving the spot next to Kellan open for his uncle/wingman. "Look at you go, big eater!" He was grabbing for his second waffle stick. One in each hand; that's how to do it. Her dark eyes flicked to Mars and the half-Cheyenne sent him a wink, then reached for a handful of blueberries to munch while they caught up. Sniff. Sniffle. "I think you got waffle up my nose," she wiggled it and laughed.