She glanced up, suppressing a smile as he smirked at her. Katie could get lost in those eyes. Merlin. She was so bloody in love with him. It was quite disgusting, really. She shouldn't have this much emotion for Marcus Flint. Bloody Marcus Flint. Of course, it was easy to see why she loved him when she was curled up with his broad chest and completely surrounded by him. It was quite sad that she was turned on by the smell of grass, sweat, pizza and just that little bit of whatever it was that Marcus used on his hair in the morning. Of course, that's also what hers smelled like. Either way, she loved it and wasn't at all afraid to admit it. Well, to herself.
It was actually pretty surprising that he continued to let her lace her fingers with his but if he didn't notice... she wasn't going to say anything. Instead, she raised a brow at his question. "What?" she asked, feigning offense. "A second piece of pizza isn't enough for you?"
Katie shifted, turning in his arms, giving herself better access to those perfect lips that she really enjoying kissing. "Well," she said, leaning forward, brushing her lips lightly over his neck, tasting the sweat and heat that was Marcus. "I could give you another piece of pizza OR... there's a LOVELY Valentine's Day gift waiting at home for you." She pulled back, letting her hands rest teasingly on his thighs. "And... I might be able to return the favor." Katie smiled, eyes lighting up. "If I don't pass out. We know how talented your hands are."