She held him before moving to get into a more comfortable position. She shifted gradually until she was on her back, her legs were over the arm of the sofa, and her head was in his lap. She looked up at him with a cheeky grin, her hair sprawled out underneath her. "Ha," she said triumphantly. "Now you can't leave."
"Cause that means that you're here with me," she said easily, reaching up and tapping his nose. "Gathering dust."
She sighed dramatically. "I knew it," she said with mock despair, placing her hand to her forehead in a swoon. "I knew that as long as that fish lived, we could never truly be together."
She squinted up at him. "You can't use him against me! He protects me. There is absolutely no affection in our relationship whatsoever."
"If I can't put Tom is Finn's place, then you're not allowed to say anything," he replied. "Finn is my friend."
She sat up and kissed him, a smile playing on her lips. "Fine," she said lightly as she pulled away. "Live with your fish."
"Hmph," she said, lying back down. She gazed up at him with thoughtful eyes, her hands resting on her stomach. "I'll consider it."
"Hopefully," she said, gazing up at him adoringly. "I would really hate to not marry you over a fish."
She had to grin. Her hair was soft and springy, and he would be able to smell her shampoo when he played with the strands. "Even if I got in a fight with your fish?"
"Uh oh," she said quietly with a smirk. "You realize that now there are no consequences, right? I mean, if you're going to marry me no matter what, I have nothing to fear."
