His hand wandered down her waist, where he comfortingly stroked back and forth from her hip to the lowest part of the thigh he could reach in their current position. "I guess that's all the reason to get a move on," he murmured, pressing his cheek against the top her head once again. "No more sneaking around, no hiding, no more gossips to worry about, no pretending we're strangers..." His words left his mouth in a pleased hum, her own sudden tiredness triggering his own. If work wasn't enough to keep him exhausted, then his emotions - the longing, the anticipation, the stress - was certainly enough to do so.
— set by MJ! —