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[He gives a soft hum of appreciation, and aims a kiss at her arm as she reaches for his hair. He lands it, but it's more of a bonk of his lips against her forearm than a proper kiss, and it makes him laugh. Maybe that's enough pot, he decides, and sets the remainder of the joint over on the side table so he can lazily drape this arm over her and lace his fingers together behind her back, both arms looped around her now.]

Love that about you. Love you. For... everything you do. My lucky little charm, mi milagra.

[Soft, warm, and all his. This kiss he manages to plant firmly on her lips, and sighs into it, taking his time with it until he has to pull back for air.]