Katie was perfectly comfortable in her current position and she was glad that Marcus didn't seem to mind. Not that he ever did. He was surprisingly easy to cuddle with and as long as they were alone... It was nice. She was completely relaxed, free hand idly tracing patterns on Marcus's thigh as she nibbled on her pizza. "You know me entirely too well," she muttered shaking her head, popping a pepper off and munching happily. "You know," she said, staring at the pizza box. "I suppose if you got half what you liked and half what I liked... I could live with that." She shot him an amused smile.
As for Quidditch, she snorted and shook her head, glancing up at the sky. "No," she said, laughing. "It's grey as fuck. Just like it always is in England in February." She laced her fingers with his, staring at their hands. Katie's thoughts drifted to Quidditch and the intensity that was going to be the next couple weeks. Maybe she could con Marcus into a back massage and a hot bath once they got home. Fuck. His place. She had to stop thinking about his house as 'home' or else she'd just get herself in even more trouble. Course, the dogs were there... and some of her stuff had started to pile up.
"How much would it cost for me to convince you to give me a full body massage?" she asked, tilting her head, glancing up. Every muscle in her body would be screaming if she didn't get one and since, technically, she wasn't supposed to be on the Pitch... it was only fair that he take over the trainer's duties. "Because, really, it's only fair and since it is Valeeeentine's Day," she teased, drawing out the word.