" gotta hand it to you, luv " Hobie wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, leaning his chin on your shoulder where his hands were placed on your stomach. " ain't no one piss off a bunch of politics better than you do " He laughed as he placed soft tender kisses on the side of your neck, smelling your perfume as it entered his nose.

God, he thought to himself, she smells like the heavens above. His fingers traced small circles on the bare skin of your stomach, loving the feel of your soft skin against his own. Hobie turned you around so you could face him. He was completely enamoured with you, in ways he never thought he could be. A lil sparkling spunk he surely didn't know he needed but he sure as hell glad he got it.

" you know, princess... " The sound of his music playing from his room faintly filled the air as his eyes gazed lovingly down into yours. there was nothing better than the jewels of your eyes, he could stare at you for hours, weeks, months, hell fuckin' centuries ! and he'll never get enough, " keep this up and you'll wreck the bloody system once and for all " of course, he meant the in a figurative manner but hey... anything is possible. " you're a lil' dynamite, aren't ya, darlin' ? " he chuckled as he brought your face towards his, his lips pressing against yours with poise and deep affection