"You're up to three?" Her head shifted on his chest so that she could look 'up' at him. She was a little surprised, but not too much. Because, of course, he could do anything he put his mind too. Of course, she was biased.
"Is that a bad thing? I'm not saying your soft just... nice. Warm... And I fit." She could feel the heat creeping over her cheeks as he said it wasn't his favorite. She could only imagine what his favorite thing to do was. She wasn't quite sure what to say. It wasn't as if that wasn't one of her favorite things to do too. But she didn't want him to think that they were only sex to her. Because they weren't. Instead she snuggled her cheek against the fuzz on his chest. "I love you, Tony."