[He's got long legs, he's young, he can handle some stairs. He's done much worse in his life, but when she heads inside to write a silly little face on a paper, he gives her a dubious look, because there are much better things that he wants to be doing with his time.
Namely, the one that he intends to start with, advancing and yanking the pen from her fingers to set it down, bending a little so he can haul her into his arms for a kiss, tangling his fingers in her hair and making a wild mess of it, because that's the least of his cares right now.]
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Namely, the one that he intends to start with, advancing and yanking the pen from her fingers to set it down, bending a little so he can haul her into his arms for a kiss, tangling his fingers in her hair and making a wild mess of it, because that's the least of his cares right now.]