"Hm," she murmured, kissing his jaw line. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she tilted her head thoughtfully. "Well," she began, her voice quiet in his ear. "I'm thinking that I'll marry you." She kissed his neck again, a smile on her lips. "Wait for you to fall in love with me." Another kiss. "Use any and all assets you have to my advantage." Kiss. "Realize that I'm in love with you." Kiss. "Regret all my past decisions." Kiss. "And then, in a stunning conclusion, race to the airport and beg for you to forgive me." Kiss kiss. "Does that work?"
He laughed, putting his hands on her shoulders. "I think you've been watching too many movies, Miss Abernathy."
"At least you can't claim that I'm boring," she said nonchalantly, kissing him once more on the mouth.
"I never thought you were boring in the first place, but I'm thinking you might be a little bit crazy. Just a little."
(Why do both of your characters think that both of my characters are crazy?!?) She laughed, her legs swinging over the edge of the counter. "Maybe I am," she said agreeably. "But you proposed to me. So you must be a little too."
(Well, Poppy said she was a gold digger and then described a cheesy movie plot, and Jack basically just told Avice to kill him. Pretty self explanatory if you ask me!) "I don't doubt the fact that I might be a little crazy." He leaned forward and kissed her.
(...I mean...) She smiled against his lips. "Good. I'm glad we got that settled." She frowned as her watch beeped and she pulled away. "Hm," she said, frowning. "We have a meeting today."
"About an hour," she said, frowning. She turned her head to look up at him, and kissed him lightly, sighing regretfully. "I suppose that we have obligations."
She bit her lip and looked up at him. "Maybe I should call my dad...? Let him know about the recent change in my life."
"I don't know... What if he thinks it's too soon? Do you think we should wait a little bit before telling people?" He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
She hesitated, and straightened his tie affectionately. "It is soon," she said, shrugging. "But my dad trusts me. And don't tell me you're afraid of him?"
"I'm not afraid of your father. I'm afraid of his opinion. There's a big difference." He crossed his arms. "I'm not even sure if he likes me or not."
"Of course he likes you, my darling," Poppy said, kissing his cheek. "I like you, and my father and I have quite similar tastes."
"Phos was happy for us, my love," she soothed, kissing him lightly. "He was just worried that it was for the wrong reason."
