that’s what i thought. { don’t whisper near his ear like that, kitt, he’s going to GET YOU. he’s very warm, yes, how tempting! touchhh… }

i’m sorry, am i completely wrong? { resuming his position atop of the other, his hand continuing its adventurous caress up his abdomen, to his chest to linger. trailing some kisses from his jaw to his ear! }

you know, you’re quite perverted, michael. { kiss, kiss, kiss! time for you to undress and match, knight, a hand already making its way down to tug at the hem of his shirt. }

{ lifting up from his current spot upon his neck to be able to remove the unnecessary item of clothing. off! smooching on his nose… } better?

{ he’ll allow it! keep going, michael. * 💋 }

not. { kiss… back to biting. }

ah..! no, you certainly do not. { BITE. }

{ what’s a few more… it makes him look nice! bite. } i love you more, michael.

{ kitt seems so flustered, cheeks aglow as he continues their affection, although disconnecting their lips to instead latch onto his neck. nibble… } as long as you are content… ( ♥️ )

{ WOAH! usually he’s the one pulling this move, so it certainly takes kitt by surprise, fluttering his eyelids open! } mmn… is this acceptable for you…?

{ there’s always a chance if your name is michael knight. lashes falling closed with a pleased hum resounding as his figure encroaches on his. get a little closer, why don’t you… }

it wasn’t on my mind until now… { scooting himself closer, mending their lips together for a kiss. does that answer your question? * 💋 }

you’re up to— no good. { he’s already knowing, his gaze lowering to michael’s fingers. cutesy blink. * 🥺 }

i’m not yelling… { releasing the hold he has on michael once bestowing a kiss upon his cheek, mwa! now he’s going to pout. }

that is not… appropriate… especially in someone else’s home. { whispering! tugging him back up to the surface for a proper scolding. }

mm— michael…! { GET OUT FROM UNDER THERE. hands searching for his head, sliding his fingers into his hair… * ♨️ }

{ blink… what is he doing? }

it better be. { soooo pouty, kitt. }

“ yes! ooh, shotgun! i called it. ” { spoken so giddily as she travels down the stairs, which has kitt giving michael a look before following along. to the car! } naturally…

{ their lady of the hour finally approaches the two, and if kitt wasn’t immediately aware of her presence, he really couldn’t tell it WAS her. taken aback… } miss whilmers… you really hid yourself like you said you would. “ what do you think? you couldn’t tell it was me at first glance, right? ”

oh? would that have to do with our… partnership? { smoothly retorted as he lifts up to press his lips to michael’s for a quick moment, instantly on the move to exit the room. just like nothing happened. * 😌 }

i think this is the one singular instance you didn’t want to be in a woman’s presence when on a mission… { kitt whispers, sneakily touching on michael’s hip. sneaky kitty! }

if you mean to hide all of your features, then that would be acceptable. hair up, sunglasses, perhaps a hat? { that’s overdoing it a bit, kitt. let’s not draw attention TO her. } “ i can… er, work with it. if you think that will work, kitt! i’ll even dress out of my comfort zone! be right back! ”

“ well, neither of you are cleared to enter in, though. especially into the private sector— it’s a big place. ” { she nods, hands clasped together in the front of her figure. } “ okay, maybe i go incognito? would that be better…? ”

{ don’t be sitting on the bed when he opens the door, kitt, UP. } “ oh, gosh, you both look so handsome… i want to ask if you both will take me to my dad’s workplace. i think i can get some extra documents for you. ” i’m not sure if that’s exactly the safest place for you to be in…

mmn… i love you very much… { he was on the CUSP of getting handsy himself before his gaze is moving, set on the door while kitt is nervously patting on michael’s shoulders, as if trying to warn him. KNOCK KNOCK! } “ good morning, boyssss! i’d like to ask a big favor, if you both are ready! ” * 😊

{ he starts to snicker under his breath, lifting his chin in order to allow him free range of his neck. kiss away, michael! } oh, this is… much better. i’m starting to believe you * do love me after all. ( 💕 )

{ sliding his arms around his torso. } i don’t mean to sound particularly clingy as your partner, but i have not received a kiss since we got to this dreadful place. i feel neglected.

{ scooting on over to plop down next to michael. }

{ yawwwnn, finishing up the last buttons to his shirt. all nice and dressed! hopefully michael is doing a little better today. }