Midnight Dancing

She leaned her head against his fingers. "Well you should probably finish it so that your mom has her present in time." she said softly, almost sleepily. She was pondering pretending to go to bed, so that he wouldn't feel the need to stay with her. Not that she minded. She loved his company, but she knew that he needed to finish the statue. If he left, and she pretended to go to bed, she'd just go to the gym and train.

She smiled softly, cocking her head and looking up at him. "I'll come with you if..." she paused, nibbling on her lower lip in thought, "You figure out what I'm thinking." she was planning on going with him anyways. But she was curious how much he could tell about her body language.

She moved herself closer to him, and tilted her chin upwards, looking him deeply in the eyes. 'kiss me.' was what she thought, over and over again, curious if he would figure it out or not.

She returned the kiss, and basically melted into him. She knew that she could go on like that forever, so, with a bit of effort on her part, she broke the kiss, and smiled. "Yup. That was what I was thinking. Lets go pick those paints." then she pulled herself gently away from him, and trotted over to the door, pausing to look over her shoulder to be sure that he was coming.