"Do you?" she asked. "Hm. I'll say it again. You are my favorite Craw." She kissed his neck, her lips soft and warm. "Is that good?"
"Do you think they'd be mad if we just stayed up here?" she asked, kissing a line along his collarbone.
"Of course," she said, kissing a line back up to his lips, her movements slow and deliberate. "You're my favorite, remember?"
She sighed in contentment, tilting her head back slightly, her hand rubbing his jaw. "I love you, Craw."
She was quiet after that, but he would be able to feel her heart pounding against his lips. Her fingers cupped the back of his neck, and she turned her face towards him, kissing the top of his head lightly.
The slight curve of her waist fit perfectly with his hands, and she laughed lightly, ignoring the pounding in her chest. "You're kinda a flirt, you know that?" she murmured between kisses.