It didn't take long before she was squishing his cheeks--just like before. He noticed it was something she'd do once in a while now-which he had gotten used to. His eyes widened for a minute before grabbing her wrist once again, trying to stop her from playing with his face.
"You haven't sunken any of my battle ships,Brute."
At least not yet.
Butch grabbing onto her wrist didn't stop anything-- it never did. She liked toying with his face. It made him a bit pissy, so what was cuter than that? "No? Lame." Brute replied bluntly, clamping tightly onto his face. For the second time, she moved in as though she was going to kiss him, lips only a hair away-- to which then she licked straight up his face. Over his mouth, nose and straigh to his forehead. "How about now?"















