She glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow. "You do have me," she said, nodding. "But I could get away if I wanted to."
"Hmm," she murmured as they stopped outside of their rooms. The hallway was empty, a fact that she confirmed with herself quickly. She turned to face him, still holding his hand, and met his gaze, raising an eyebrow. She stood on her tip toes and kissed him gently on the mouth, her lips soft but insistent.
At first he was surprised, but his grip loosened as she did this. His free hand hovered over her jaw, clearly infatuated.
She pulled her hand free gradually, careful not to alert him to her plan. She let them rest on his chest and when she pulled away, she looked up at him with wide eyes. "Francis...?" she murmured, his name curving upwards in her mouth to form a question.
She lifted her hands from his chest and wiggled her fingers at him with a mischevious smile. "I got free," she said softly.
He frowned. "I would accuse your of cheating, but you've bested me." Sighing, he moved to his door and opened it. "At least it was enjoyable."
"At least we have that," she agreed. She grinned at him as she leaned against the wall. "And I don't need to cheat. I just know your weaknesses, Craw."
(AWWWWWW) A blush spread across her cheeks before she could stop it, and she looked down at the ground. "Hm," she said thoughtfully. "I'll have to remember that for future reference."
(I love it when I unintentionally create cute things!) He stepped over to her, leaving his door open a crack. His hand reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "And use it against me?"
She smiled up at him shyly, caught his hand, and kissed it. "Of course. Would you expect anything different of me?"
"Hmm. Maybe a change of heart, but it doesn't seem like that's likely," he said lowly, smiling at her. "But I can learn to accept this."
"I won't be mean about it," she said, tipping her head back to look at him. "I'll only use it sometimes."
"Tsk tsk. That's too many times. You'll probably only use it to get what you want, and not anything serious," he said, then a teasing look crossed his face. "Y'know, because you're stubborn."
"I'm not that stubborn," she said indignantly. "I would never abuse your weaknesses. Only for important stuff."
He laughed. "What counts as important stuff to you? Enough to where you would have to use my weakness on me?"
