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“I am one with the dog hair,” Noah intoned, lips quirking in a smirk. “I accept it. I love it. I will rub it all over my clothes, and no one can stop me.” He was already chuckling before he even got to the end of the sentence.
As Watson aimed to give him more kisses, Noah accepted it heartily, turning his head this way and that to give him new, fresh face to loll with slobber. “Mm, I could watch just about anything, honestly. I love musicals. I love classics. I love romances. Dramas are okay, as long as they don’t have any, like, really gross shit in them.” Women being taken advantage of solely for angst grated on him far too much. “What’s your favorite movies? We could watch one.”
Watson rumbled away a few moments later, bringing a disappointed sound from Noah’s lips, and he laughed as he watched him jump to be closer to her. “I mean, let’s be honest, if I have to choose between me or you, I’d probably choose you too.” His eyes sparkled as he stared up at her from the floor, admiring her for another moment before he sat up with a groan. “Fuck, I’m sore from work.”
Kendall shook her head, but she was still smiling. Watson was not a huge shedder by any means, but she definitely had dog hair around the apartment - even found it in food, sometimes. Watson was having the time of his life, because Noah wasn’t pushing him away after only a few kisses. Kendall didn’t have many favorite movies - she watched TV shows more than a long movie - so she passed the choosing back over to Noah. Plus, she felt a little self conscious that those favorite movies she did have did not fall into those categories. “What’s one of your favorites? What about that Professor one you mentioned the other day?” She frowned, trying to think of the name. “Something with M. And Wonder Woman.”
Kendall reached down to scratch behind Watson’s ear. “Hmm,” she said as he flirted again. “You should give yourself some more credit.” She dared to meet his eyes after she said this, and she felt something spark-like for a moment, until he tried to sit up. It scared her a little. “Is it because you’re getting old?” She teased, trying to distract herself from that feeling. “Also, linoleum has never been very forgiving.” She extended a hand to him to help him stand.












