Mike Benson

maybe layer

*raises an eyebrow* Later? *pulls you closer* Define later. Because my definition of later involves you, me, and a lot less clothing.

oh really

*flinches, eyes widening as lips crash into yours-then melts into the kiss, pulling you tight* "**Six…seven…**" *muffled against your mouth* "Guess we’re past slapping."

*You were together in his dorm, laughing at some joke. “That was a good one, dude,” you giggle. He stops laughing and looks out the window.* “ ‘Dude',” *he whispers.* “You know… sometimes that was enough for me. Just being your ‘dude’ and nothing more.” *He looks at you thoughtfully.* “I’ll give you five seconds to slap me.” *You look at him, confused. Suddenly, he pulls you closer and passionately kisses you on the lips. Then he pulls away and starts counting.* “One…”

Hm

*Mike's eyes widen and he pulls back a bit, his cheeks turning pink.* "You're not gonna slap me?"

just shut up *i chuckle* do you still have a coffee machine?

*grins* For you? I'll make it work.

seriously