*smirks and trails a line of open-mouthed kisses up the side of your neck, fingers tracing light paths low on your abdomen, thumb grazing your hipbone*
*is catching bits and pieces of the tinny voice on the other end of the line, and he's been very patient indeed—but now he thinks he hears the word Fountain in there, and you're still on the phone, so this must be shop-talk now?* *nope. can't have that.*
*nudges, tugs, coaxes you to turn around again, so that you're facing him (oh, and you're all undone and the color's high in your cheeks and your eyes have gone dark and hazy)* *smiles very sweetly and doesn't bother to keep his voice down:* Hey, Mac. Can I have my boyfriend now?