Wendy looped her arms around his neck, giving James an eskimo kiss - nose to nose, a nudge, because she had all kinds of kisses for him. Long ones and short ones and stealing-your-breath ones and lighter ones too. "I don't know, maybe, though I think you'd have enjoyed the swooning too much," she teased, her hands framing his face, a delicate stroke of her thumbs over his cheekbones.
He had a face meant for happiness, not so much gloom - even though rainclouds seemed to follow him everywhere, but she did her best to bat them off. "I can change," she stated. "I was actually planning on it anyway. I brought all my things for a proper slumber party." Yes, there were more casual things in her bag - mostly of the pyjama sort, but she wouldn't be opposed to lounging.
"Did you eat?" she asked, giving his bum a spank and then heading for the staircase. Sometimes he forgot to do things like that.