Your Heart, I Call Home || LaPetit
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“I try,” she shrugged before breaking into a string of giggles. “It’s easy when you’re the best boyfriend ever,” she finally replied with a cheesy grin before pecking his lips once more. “I certainly hope so, or I’m neva buyin’ congratulatory rounds again!” Magi teased, flashing them all a playful wink. She happily followed him to his kit, taking the seat he offered her.
“Maybe next time if ya take a nice deep breath and leave early for once, ya wouldn’t have to speed,” she taunted him, nudging him gently as she laughed. “No, no, love. I was just gettin’ ready! No need to apologize, ya just less full eyebrows ‘n’ no defined cheekbones,” she motioned to her face with a purposely ridiculous grin. “Besides, seein’ ya do all this handy work is kinda hot. Practically a year together and I neva knew you were so good with your hands,” she taunted him, knowing the band members would laugh if they heard it. But she added a large grin, getting up an making him give her yet another deep kiss.
“Oh, they’d be devastated,” Spencer laughed. He shrugged his shoulders guiltily as Magi called him out on his habits. “I know, I know. I just always think that I have more time than I do. And, for some reason, I still underestimate how long it takes to pack my kit into my van,” He explained, shaking his head at himself. “But one day, mon amour, one day I’ll get it down,” Spencer promised with a laugh. “Hm?” He asked, not totally sure what she meant when she explained her makeup situation. “Well, I think you look beautiful regardless,” He told her with a smile. “Even when you pull that face.”
Spencer laughed. “Just don’t ask me to fix your car up. I can set up full sound equipment and a drum kit, but I can’t do shit with an engine,” He joked. “You sure you didn’t know that before?” He asked quietly, quirking an eyebrow as he slipped a hand to her thigh and gave her a sly wink. Spencer kissed her--languid and relaxed--as if he had all the time in the world to just stay right there. When he finally broke from her lips, it was just to lean his forehead to hers and smile. “Je t'aime,” He breathed, giving her another quick peck before he turned to the kit and grabbed his drumsticks. “Want to help me real quick?” He asked as he put the sticks into her hands. “I just need you to hit the drums hard for me so I can see if any of them are loose,” Spencer explained as he knelt behind the kit.











