don't stop me now

[She smiled against her lips, his hands moving to tangle in her hair.]

Is that a yes?

You’re going to have to make a move to figure that out.

[He raised an eyebrow at her as he slid his hands along her thighs.]

Baby, I’ve got you on top of me. I think that’s a pretty suggestive move.

You’re stalling.

I’m just making sure you want to do the dirty!

Well?

[She smiled as she wrapped her fingers around his wrists.]

Well.

[He bit his lip as his eyes looked over her body slowly.]

[Kissing his cheek she smiled.]

I love you too.

[He dragged his nails down her stomach.]

Well...

I am always frisky.

Ain’t that the truth.

[He rolled her on top of him, his hands squeezing her ass.]

I love you.

[She grinned against his lips.]

Always.

[He bit her bottom lip.]

That massage made you frisky.

[Inching closer to him she grinned.]

So hot.

[He lifted her leg up so it could wrap around his waist.]

Hot enough to fuck?

Not nearly as hot as you.

How hot am I?

[She smiled and nodded.]

It’s okay.

Man, I love you.

[He leaned in and kissed her.]

You’re hot.

You always make me feel better.

Except when I’m an asshole to you.

I made no promises for payment.

[She grinned as she cuddled into him.]

No one ever reads the fine print.

[He put an arm around her, kissing her forehead.]

Feel better?

[She smiled.]

Perfect.

[Once he was done, he smacked her butt then moved to lay next to her.]

You owe me two kisses, plus a tip.

Maybe we can do some planning tonight?

Yeah?

[He grabbed the lotion and rubbed it into her skin as he ran over her back and arms.]

I’d love that.

You’re a sweet person.

Thank you. She made me this way.

[He leaned down to kiss the side of her neck.]

For real though, I can’t wait to be Mr. Rachel Berry.

I am sure she feels the same way.

[She smiled.]

She probably can’t wait to marry you.

I can’t wait to marry her either.

[He pressed his palm into a spot on her lower back.]

I’ve wanted to marry her since she told me she loved me. 

[She laughed at his words and hummed as he worked through the knots]

You must be lucky, I wouldn’t be so forgiving.

[He finished her shoulders then moved on to the middle of her back.]

I’m the luckiest guy in the world. I don’t deserve her.