The view of her from behind was great, and Neville made Hannah pause on the mid level landing, standing above him by one step as he held her still. He found this teasing smile, and he pulled her to him slightly, until they were nose to nose, "Did I remember to tell you how much fun I've been having so far? You are so beautiful," he said, rubbing his nose against her's as they paused there. He was finding he really liked this, stopping her and kissing her just because. He'd missed her in an aching way, and this constant physical contact was doing things to his self-esteem, his heart and his mind, sending all three twisting and spiraling around he and her, like some sort of invisible unbreakable vow. He still held her hand and it was his turn to move her hand up, kissing the back of it lightly, "I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be, than right here with you, Hannah," he said slowly, honesty pouring forth from his heart.
She gave him the brightest smile that she had, a beautiful thing to behold in truth. She felt this warmth in the pit of her belly, filling her whole being. She reached up with her free hand and ran her fingers through the hair along his temple. "If Livey was here, it would be perfect." she agreed.
"She'd be begging for kisses as well I think," he said as he leaned into her caress, smiling at her. That look on her face made his breath catch and his mouth go dry, and he stepped up, into her, to kiss her on the landing. It was a nice long kiss, and when he pulled back, he looked so pleased, "It would be idyllically perfect if we had done this years ago. I hate thinking about the time we've wasted," he said, shaking his head slightly and thinking, in that moment, that it would be truly perfect if Livey was his little girl. The idea was startling and occurred so quickly, he barely had time to react before his mind shifted back to the mother, back to this gorgeous woman he had his arms wrapped about. He turned them, and this time, they moved up the stairs case, side by side until they reached her door, "And we arrive at where we began."
Hannah was amused by the idea, "Not the kind of kisses you give me." she chuckled before he was kissing her again, making her brain and loins go fuzzy and hot. She sighed his name as he pulled back and she was quite certain she must have moaned. He had a black magic mouth. It should be illegal. She pulled out her house key and opened the front door, giving him a small smile, leading him back into the apartment.
He followed behind her quietly, the apartment fairly quiet except for some noise that must have been from the telli. He stood, just inside of the living room, and glanced about, to see the flowers he'd brought set in a vase. Their perfume could easily be smelled in the room. He had never hired a sitter before, so he had no notion of what Hannah needed to do now. He started to pull off his sweater again, as he had done in the club. He wondered what the sitter would think: he knew his face was red, and he wondered if she would notice Hannah's well snogged mouth, "We're back. Did you have a good evening?" he said quietly, addressing the sitter.
Sarah might be a dowdy girl, but she wasn't stupid by any means. She offered them both a bright smile, but said nothing, it wasn't her place to judge and Hannah deserved to be happy in her opinion, "Well that is much earlier then I was expecting, should I hie off then?"
Hannah just gave her a small nod, "Give me a minute and I will get your wages, Sarah." Hannah said, finally de-tangling their fingers to move towards the kitchen where the flowers were on the table. She opened up her purse and counted out a rather generous sum for a babysitter, but Sarah was so good that she was worth every penny.