"I thought you'd go for the starving artist photographer," Tony suggested, "You know, total opposite rebound to get over all of the awful things I did to you." He leaned back as far as he could do try to keep the phone out of her hands as long as possible to steal another blurry picture of mostly her neck and shoulder, but flopping back onto the bed was a dead end. He surrendered the weapon freely to spare them the hair pulling, which he hoped made the loose hold he kept on her wrist look fairly innocent. He even gave her an exaggerated sultry pout, and teased the zipper down on his sweater before pulling her down with him, too close for risque pictures.
His hand snaked down her back then, the other slowly covering the phone like he thought she might not notice, and he continued, "You know, a lot of earth tones, cries at short film festivals, can only grow that weird little patch of hair under his lip and is terrible in bed but insists, no, you just lie back and I'll rock your world--" Here, Tony had to stop and giggle at himself before he could finish, "Probably always smells a little like you do now, but that would be from compulsive masturbation." He could not solemnly at that for as long as it took to press his mouth against hers, and then he was grinning and plucking the phone from Raven's hand.