âI havent seen many burglars around these parts lately, so I couldnt tell you!â Ana answered still laughing, a laughter that only died softly at his spanish greeting and the way he nudged her nose with his. âMaybe you should stay and see how youâll be greeted daily!â Ana offered in return to his statement, surely not letting him go any time soon again - even though work would perhaps make that a little hard on both of their sides, however, work was the only reason she would accept for now. His question wasnât actually dignified with an answer, not when his body was so closed to her and her arms could so easily slide around his back to pull herself even closer to him, even though he seemed to have another plan, one she certainly would not protest. The brunette could not and would not deny the fact that she enjoyed her view from her position on the kitchen counter more than just a little, her eyes staying locked with his for a moment before she leant in closer once again, lips meeting his before she whispered against them âif thats how I am greeted every time you return, maybe you should actually leave more often!â She whispered against his lips teasingly, echoing his words from just a few minutes ago.Â
Sebastian stared at her for a moment, before he shook his head. âI surely hope not. They might try and steal you, and then who would make sure I am not too earnest all the time?â Her offer was oh so tempting and he only managed a nod in reply. If it were up to him, he wouldnât be going anywhere for a while, not if he could help it. And if work got in the way, well, then they would make do, and make the best out of it. But right now, he was home, with her - in their home, no less - and there was nowhere he would rather want to be. Ana sitting on the counter gave him all the opportunity to let his hands roam, rediscover those curves that haunted his dreams in the best ways possible. He didnât want to laugh, because he was enjoying their kiss too much to want to stop, but somehow laughter won, and he pressed his forehead against hers until the puffs of amusement subsided. âMake up your mind, sweetheart,â he grumbled at her good-naturedly, but then went back to pressing little butterfly kisses to her lips, and her jaw, and her cheeks, only veering back to her mouth, when he really couldnât resist anymore. âIt says absence makes the heart grow fonder, but -â Drawing back just a little, he locked his gaze with hers, and linked his hands at the small of her back, effectively locking her in. âIâd miss you too much. And your impromptu dance sessions. And your laughter. And your food. And your.... why hello, doggos.â Of course, they had realised that they werenât the centre of attention anymore and come to investigate. Sebastian didnât mind, for the most part, but he did kinda want to continue what they were doing, too.