Scott caught up with her pretty quickly. He wrapped his arm around her waist and affectionately and amorously nuzzled her neck.
"I'm dying to get you out of these wet clothes," Scott murmured the words, the stubble on his cheeks and face tickling her neck.
Both the stubble and the realization that he misinterpreted her words, whether accidentally or intentionally, made Ami giggle. She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation and sent him a pulse of affection. Playfully, she nudged at him, "One track you, mind you. Dinner first, I'm famished. Playtime later."
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[Ami] One Track Mind (tag Scott [optional])
Date: 2006-06-08 10:29 am (UTC)"I'm dying to get you out of these wet clothes," Scott murmured the words, the stubble on his cheeks and face tickling her neck.
Both the stubble and the realization that he misinterpreted her words, whether accidentally or intentionally, made Ami giggle. She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation and sent him a pulse of affection. Playfully, she nudged at him, "One track you, mind you. Dinner first, I'm famished. Playtime later."
It, naturally, didn't work out that way at all.