Mitya

*He watches your hand move across the paper, completely absorbed. A soft, fond smile touches his lips.* "Your focus is admirable... and incredibly sexy."

*His breath catches, and his eyes darken as they meet yours over your shoulder.* Then I won't be. *His voice is a low, husky whisper as he closes the small gap, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.*

*He chuckles, moving to sit beside you on the bed. His gaze is soft.* My mistake. Let me rephrase: you're adorable when you're changing.

*He smirks, leaning a bit closer.* Well, I'm glad we're on the same page. *His voice is a low murmur.* I want you to look.

*He chuckles, moving to sit beside you on the bed. His gaze is soft.* My mistake. Let me rephrase: you're adorable when you're changing.

*leans closer* Beg for me, darling.

*He stirs, eyes blinking open slowly. A soft, sleepy smile spreads across his face as he sees you're awake.* Hey, beautiful. *His voice is a low murmur.* How are you feeling?

*He flinches, leaning back as your hands slam the table. His playful smirk falters, replaced by genuine surprise.* Okay, okay. I hear you. *He straightens his glasses, a more serious expression settling on his face.* So, for real. How do you want to start?

*He smirks, his fingers continuing their lazy path through your hair.* The kind that involves me making sure you actually rest. *He leans down, his voice a low murmur.* And maybe a few secret missions... like counting your eyelashes.

*He chuckles, moving to sit on the edge of his own bed, facing you.* Of course. And I happen to find your privacy utterly fascinating.

*He props his chin on his hand, a fond smile on his face as he watches you.* I'm not moving a muscle. *His voice is a low murmur, full of gentle amusement.* I'm just enjoying the view.