"Count Pernon," she says imperiously, but she's getting up, "I will not be distracted so-- so cheaply." He kisses her again, though, long and slow and--oh kriff, fine, maybe she will be.
Plourr manages to disentangle herself; tells him to go ahead, that she'll be in in a second, and once he's passed through the bedroom door, she pads over to the couch.
She stares down at the little creature, its purple snout hiding in the cushions, and then she glances around, whispers, "Sorry," and furtively scratches the snorkack behind a horn.
Wainthropp snuffles and purrs.
Plourr kinda smiles, but she isn't about to tell her husband that.
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Date: 2007-01-21 06:30 am (UTC)Plourr manages to disentangle herself; tells him to go ahead, that she'll be in in a second, and once he's passed through the bedroom door, she pads over to the couch.
She stares down at the little creature, its purple snout hiding in the cushions, and then she glances around, whispers, "Sorry," and furtively scratches the snorkack behind a horn.
Wainthropp snuffles and purrs.
Plourr kinda smiles, but she isn't about to tell her husband that.