"Because I can't like my soulmate. That's... wrong," she murmured against his skin. * * * "A genie made of mantis shrimp," he muttered under his breath.
"Because. The timers are bad. They're..." She groaned, obviously frustrated, before kissing his neck again, pulling him closer. * * * "I am not!"
He was quiet, before pulling back slightly, only to kiss her deeply, his hands resting in her waist. *** "Yes you are. Don't worry, I love it."
She laughed breathily against his mouth, leaning against the wall as she ran her fingers through his hair. * * * He flushed slightly, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Do you, now?"
She sat down on the floor, tugging on his pant leg. "C'mere." * * * "So you'll accept me as a bunch of shrimp?"
She grinned, kissing his neck. "God, you're handsome." * * * "That's true love right there," he said before flushing. "I mean.. that's a good relationship."
"And you're drunk!" she said delightedly. * * * He kissed her cheek, taking her hand. "Come on. The deep sea exhibit."
