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That won't stop them, [ he mutters darkly, though he's really only joking. He can't blame his sisters for finding the fact that their older brother has a steady partner something shocking. He finds it pretty shocking himself, to be honest.

Waking up in sheets that smell like her helps a lot, he's found. It's very sweet of her to prepare his bed for him that way.

After stowing his luggage in the back of her car, he circles around to the driver's side, folding himself behind the wheel and immediately shoving the seat back as far as it would go. Never once has he made any sort of comment about her little purple car, but he definitely wouldn't complain if she wanted to upgrade to something with a little bit more leg room. ]

Yes. It's all sorted. [ Reaching out to rest his hand on her knee, he leans over the armrest and nudges her chin up so he can steal another, nearly tender kiss. ] Hi.

[ could kate get another car? probably, yes. she knows enough people. will she? unlikely, sadly, but it's not because she likes to see her boyfriend suffer (though it is a specific kind of hilarious to see such a large man stumble out of her cute little vehicle) but mostly because the car is such her brand. maybe if there's a purple corvette lying around... maybe.

she's wearing a skirt (because of course she is) so his hand comes upon her bare knee, sending a little shiver up her spine. when he leans in to kiss her, kate hums in approval, pressing further in and slipping her arms around his neck to keep him there for another, deeper kiss, tongue licking its way into his mouth. ]

Ooh. Hello.

[ don't give her an inch, benedict, you know she'll take a mile. ]

Miss me?

[ Early on in their friendship, Benedict already understood that in order to win her favor with any sort of gift, he had to offer her something that was purple.

It's nice to have parameters to work within.

Kate's habit of not wearing proper trousers — admittedly less important in the mild weather of her home country — has also been noted, especially when it means Benedict's palm comes in contact with bare skin more often than not. He squeezes her knee gently. ]

More than you know.

[ it's the sweetness with which he speaks to her, taking that heat beginning to bubble in her lower belly and simmering it into something soft, warm.

not to say she still doesn't want to completely devour him. but now she'd like to cuddle too. ]

I missed you too. Let's get out of here before I make out with you in a parking lot. [ again. ]

[ He quirks his eyebrow at her, amused, and makes a show of hemming and hawing for a minute. ]

I don't know, that worked out rather well for us last time...

[ Last time, when they were still pretending to be "just friends."

Gods, he really does have to thank his aunt for orchestrating his happiness. She just managed to push him into the arms of someone he was already interested in, not one of her many society connections. She's going to be insufferable if she ever finds out.

He resolves never to tell her a thing.

Squeezing her leg again, he leans back into his own seat and shifts her little beetle into reverse. ]

Seatbelt, Kate.

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