[Quentin closes his eyes in his mind and opens them back in his bedroom, Sophie's flushed and euphoric face in front of him. She kisses him, and he hums contentedly, nuzzling into the hand on his cheek.]
Hey.
[So what if he's almost deliriously happy, grinning like an idiot, and a disheveled mess? Mind your business. Oxytocin and vasopressin are a hell of a chemical cocktail. Anyway, he'll be back to his usual pissy, arrogant, irritating self just as soon as the feel-good hormones clear out of his system. Might as well let her enjoy this mushy, touchy-feely, and frankly adorable Quentin for the next few minutes while he's here.
That said, he's going to roll onto his back beside her. She can do whatever the hell she wants after that.]
I think we can both agree that this was my best worst idea ever.
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Hey.
[So what if he's almost deliriously happy, grinning like an idiot, and a disheveled mess? Mind your business. Oxytocin and vasopressin are a hell of a chemical cocktail. Anyway, he'll be back to his usual pissy, arrogant, irritating self just as soon as the feel-good hormones clear out of his system. Might as well let her enjoy this mushy, touchy-feely, and frankly adorable Quentin for the next few minutes while he's here.
That said, he's going to roll onto his back beside her. She can do whatever the hell she wants after that.]
I think we can both agree that this was my best worst idea ever.