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"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]

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He looks up at her with the same overwhelming adoration, though her position causes the smile that creeps over his face to be the first sign of anything suggestive since he walked in. Can he be blamed? He is naught but a man with the love of his life firmly nestled over a carved smile, hidden through his undershirt. The smile he doesn't even think about, the ugly scar he wouldn't make any move to stop her from seeing even if he was bare. Because in most aspect of his life, he does try to keep himself naked to April's eyes.

That he's managed to fail in one regard he wanted to keep her blind to is not something that will destroy them, he sees. It's something to learn from, to grow. And as he looks all loving and ready to bring her down to the mattress with him for the rest of the day, Jeff be damned, he's not thinking how he'll learn to be guarded in a different light. He's thinking about her face, her skin, the feel of her legs around him, warmth and safety and comfort and everything he never believed he could have, everything he worries at night that he in no way deserves.

"You got it. I'll be here when you get back." His fingers tighten around hers, bringing them back to his mouth for another kiss as his eyes stay on her face, as his mouth keeps its smile. "I love you, too."

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Suggestive, hm? She smirks, leaning down...to kiss him on the forehead before rolling off and away. Make-up sex was fun sex, but she's got a little more thinking about that fight to do before diving into afternoon delight. Still, now that the serious parts- the stuff that matters- has been aired out for the moment, she may take part in some over the top dramatic fake screaming and yelling later that night. Just to really get in the full mood, of course. All that good old fashioned pinning to walls, clothes ripping, and other loud things involved in fight/make-up/fight sex that result in the fun kind of emotional scaring of the children hearing them down the hall.

Maybe. Time would tell. For now, she's straightening her shirt with her hands and simultaneously trying to nudge her shoes out from under the bed with one foot.

"Go big with dinner. I'm owed. And might need throwing wine."

So, you know, Will. Don't wear the nice plaid shirt to dinner, either.

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Today has been a whirlwind, and there is temptation to just settle back until he effectively melts into the comforter, becomes one with their mattress, and mentally wades into the quiet of the stream. However. April is making her way out and that means Will can get a view of the backside, so he follows her with his eyes, halfway tilting his head off where she's left him (for Jeff, if Will is ever banished, then Jeff taking over would never be a surprise), arms loosely draped over his stomach in the place of anyone else to hold.

"So lots of options. Can do."

Planning his raid of local restaurants while eyeing April on the move, who said a cannibal couldn't successfully multitask, keep things separated? He can do that, no problem, gives her an appreciative smile and a nod.

"Tell Jeff to bring home his own damn salad, otherwise he'll have to deal with real food."