[Laughs softly, kissing him back a few more times for good measure, humming out softly-- pleased.]
Not sure I have ideas. Why do you think I'm asking a thirteen year old for advice? [He's teasing, but. Really.]
[Pushing his hand up his stomach more, bunching his shirt up as he goes, brushing his fingers up over his chest.]
I told her... that you do so much for me and I wish I could return the favor more often. [Kisses him because he knows he'll likely protest that.] I know you don't see it that way.