His voice was filled with warm disbelief. "...again?"
A hum and nod was his response, but Noin still didn't turn over to face him until he forced an idle hand over her shoulder and shooed her fingers away from the keyboard, the laptop coming closed with a powerful tone of finality -
"What the - Zechs, I was working - "
His own growl interrupted hers and her inevitable Italian laced tirade, his lips smirking lightly at the fire that danced in her eyes. "You're always working."
Urchin purple eyes glared daggers at him even as his fingers trailed her cheek and his lips met hers for a biting kiss.
Her reciprocation was passionate, laced with anger and left him suddenly dazed and flat on his back, trying to find breath as she straddled his waist.
A defiant chuckle came from him anyway as she glared at him from the high ground. She still never failed to surprise him. "Merde, Lucrezia... Still...not sorry."
"Good, because I'm going to make you pay, Peacecraft."
And did she ever. But at least he got her off the damn laptop. A good night, over all. What a pair they made.