[Yes, she absolutely does think that kissing will make it all go away, because he's silent, isn't he? It shut him up, and her along with it. But she can feel the power that he kisses her back with, the force making her growl against his lips because it really is as though he is continuing to argue with her even when words are not needed. It only, in turn, makes her push back, as if she means to use this to drive her point home.
Drive the point home that yes, he was jealous, and so was she, as she nips at his lip in warning, almost like a threat, before soothing it with a swipe of her tongue.
She has no idea what she's bumped into, nor does she care. She is far too busy getting in the last word in this stupid, petty little argument of theirs to notice that she's knocked over the lamp on the bedside table.
Bracing herself against it with her hand, she pulls back, her voice low and so very pleased with herself, a smirk playing at her lips still pressed lightly to his.]
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Drive the point home that yes, he was jealous, and so was she, as she nips at his lip in warning, almost like a threat, before soothing it with a swipe of her tongue.
She has no idea what she's bumped into, nor does she care. She is far too busy getting in the last word in this stupid, petty little argument of theirs to notice that she's knocked over the lamp on the bedside table.
Bracing herself against it with her hand, she pulls back, her voice low and so very pleased with herself, a smirk playing at her lips still pressed lightly to his.]
You needn't say so.