"Pepper, the excessive lard of donuts is the point," he teased. "And sweet icing. Dripping hot. Can we have donuts?" He wondered at what point he'd strayed from thinking of hot donuts to thinking of feeding her hot donuts. Preferably while wearing very little clothing, due to...stains. And fun. Mostly fun.
He liked the curl of her hands, liked bumping close against her; he just couldn't tell if she liked the idea or not, or if she was struck with the same sense of awe at the idea of the two of them becoming an 'us' with 'ours'. He kissed her a little fiercely, not sure if he was reassuring her or him or both of them, or just making this all about heat for their mutual comfort. "There, see?" he said as he lifted his mouth from hers. "We do it better."
She'd been the one with the rules, and he actually didn't mind the idea of them now; they gave a framework to retreat to, when they were knee-deep in new ground and feeling it go even boggier. "I like activity," he agreed with a grin, one that broadened when she strummed a chord on his chest. "I could get behind that tradition," he said as he let his hands slid down over her hips, one straying further, to the back of her knee.
"No," he agreed, eyes laughing, "But I thought I'd throw it open to any ideas you might have."