Amg!!!! I love you!!! ;;-;;

“Well it’s better than the wrong way,” She giggled, running her hands through his hair.

“Mmm….that is true,” Jean purred as he reached forward slightly and nibbled at her bottom lip.

She giggled lightly before leaning forward to kiss him, her hands moving from his hair to resting on his chest.

A sly grin came over Jean’s face as he made various motions to get them some place more comfortable, even while trapped in their kiss. “Where’s the lil’ monster?” He asked against her lips softly, referring to Damien and his rather mysterious ways of turning up when they were trying to have some alone time.

"Sleeping~" she cooed, looking up at him. "Don't worry, he won't bother us tonight..he's sleeping like a log." Salma chuckled lightly.

“Sureeee, i’ll ask your mom about that one.” Salma chuckled. “But here’s to hoping his baby sitter kept out of trouble,” she sighed.

Jean took a double-take. “The baby sitter? Who’s the bloody baby sitter?!”

She jumped, her eyes wide. "O-our neighbors' daughter?"

Salma felt her face burn. “Y-You don’t say..” biting her lip, she looked at Jean with a slight glint of lust.

“And why is that?”

Mmm… because the idea of hearing you beg while handcuffed gets my blood running to the right places,“ Jean answered as he walked her backwards to the bedroom, unable to stop the little devilish smile on his face. "What do you say? Only if you agree will I go forward with this.”

She nodded her head, feeling her arousal grow. "Let's do it- I mean...I want this." Salma wanted to reach up and run her fingers through his hair, pull him closer and bite his lip,but it was almost impossible with her handcuffed.

"You know I don’t think he got much from me, honestly." Salma giggled. "He looks like a carbon copy of you," she mused, a smile on her face.

Havoc rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh, please! I’m sure he got something from you-” He was paused before finishing, thinking of all of the times Damien would appear covered in whatever he found fun to play in. “Okay, all of the required baths he has needed three times a day due to playing in the most interesting things he didn’t get from me,” Jean explained with a blank expression, wondering what they were going to come home to.

"Sureeee, i'll ask your mom about that one." Salma chuckled. "But here's to hoping his baby sitter kept out of trouble," she sighed.

Boy did her face feel warmer as he laughed . “Y-Yeah sure whatever..” Salma muttered before looking over at the nightstand. “It should be on the table..” the sooner they got out of this situation, the better.

A sly smile came over Jean as he stood and dragged her with to the table to grab the key. “Don’t feel so embarassed. I’m actually touched you were trying to,” he murmured softly as he uncuffed himself first and slipped it onto her other wrist with a smirk. “Although the idea of you cuffed up is rather attractive to me.”

Salma felt her face burn. "Y-You don't say.." biting her lip, she looked at Jean with a slight glint of lust. "And why is that?"

Jean smirked at the nose flicking and murmured, “I don’t want you to seduce me into taking you in the most intimate positions.” He wasn’t used to this kind of seducing game and hoped he was getting somewhere.

She couldn’t help but smile and grinded against him. “No promises,” Salma breathed in his ear, moving to unbutton his shirt.

Havoc hummed at her grinding action and stared up into her eyes with desire-filled eyes. “Well, if you end up undressing me all the way, then I guess you can,” he responded with a sly smile.

"Very true," she purred, moving his shirt off. "But then again I can refuse to continue this...unless you show me you deserve it,"

"Well it’s better than the wrong way," She giggled, running her hands through his hair.

"Mmm….that is true," Jean purred as he reached forward slightly and nibbled at her bottom lip.

She giggled lightly before leaning forward to kiss him, her hands moving from his hair to resting on his chest.

She shook her head, sighing. “That naughty lad,” Salma took a moment to chuckle.

"He gets that from you,"

Havoc stared at her for a moment before laughing. “Why does he get everything from me? What charming traits did he get from you?”

"You know I don't think he got much from me, honestly." Salma giggled. "He looks like a carbon copy of you," she mused, a smile on her face.

She shook her head, covering her face with her free hand. “I was just trying to spice up our love life…” Salma muttered, red from embarrassment.

At Salma’s admission, Jean placed his free hand over his mouth to try and stifle a laugh. It started as a snorted grunt and then it broke free as hard as he tried. “Oh, man!” He flopped down on the bed from where he woke up with the cuff attached to his wrist and loudly laughed. “I-I’m not laughing at you! Just…. This is priceless.” He turned his face toward her and asked through giggles, “Please tell me you have the key somewhere.”

Boy did her face feel warmer as he laughed . "Y-Yeah sure whatever.." Salma muttered before looking over at the nightstand. "It should be on the table.." the sooner they got out of this situation, the better.

    sσ gεт συт σғ мү нεα∂        cσs ιт’s gεттιηg кιη∂ σғ cяαмρε∂ 

“Just a simmer!”

me trying to cook for bae

her little face jkhgkfyfh j

One good thing about this movie: he could have said “no, shooting arrows is not for little girls” but instead he said “no, shooting with that big bow is not for little girls. use this small one.” i think that’s fantastic.

Best dad ever award

boy: *thinks he has the right to speak to me*

me: *shocked, confused, upset*

they cant hurt me anymore