move down so one is on each hip of mine, he holds onto my body as he twists the stool around so that I am facing him again. At last facing one another,  our lips finally have a chance to meet once again as he moves forward and grips the bench top yet again. I think I can taste the whiskey which is in our abandoned glasses that he must have already had a sip of. 

"Try not to lose any of my earrings this time." I mumble against his lips, as his hands move up to fervently run through my hair until he finally holds my head within them. He chuckles as he slows down the pace of his movements, taking the chance to gently move the final stray hairs away from my face and watch me for a moment with consideration as he caresses my ears before we proceed.

We become enthralled in one another, falling back into a pattern and familiarity we already seem to have established with one another. That is, until I make the decision to stand up, having made my mind up about something. Theo is forced to quickly straighten up from how he had been slightly bent over to lower his face to my height. He attempts to maintain contact, resting his forehead against mine as his gaze remains fixated upon my lips, but I break this contact as I move my head away with a smirk on my face. 

"What are you doing?" he asks breathlessly, wry grin beginning to mix with the confusion on his face.

Choosing to answer his question with actions rather than words, I pull him by the lapels of his jacket, directing him to the couch before I push him back onto it. He looks up at me from where he has sunken back into the pillows, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide, like a bewildered teenage boy as I see the conclusions arrive in his mind. 

"Returning the favour."

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