"Just remember that nobody fucks you like I do," he adds helpfully, smirking as he buries his face in the curve of her neck. "Nobody makes you fucking scream, baby, like I do." Nobody's ever had the chance; he'd scooped her up before Finn could grovel at her feet, his apologies made one too many times. It's been the two of them since that moment.
She nearly drops the camera as she laughs, finally settling against him and snuggling in his lap, aiming the camera at their faces. "It'll bounce," he reassures her, winking up at the lens and tightening his arms around her waist. "I love you so fucking much. Marrying your crazy ass is the best decision I'm ever gonna make." She speaks to her parents as he trails his lips over her cheek and temple, and he hugs her as she turns her head against his neck. "You decide where you wanna get that tattoo yet, baby? How 'bout I pick for you and you pick for me, huh?" Mostly because he's indecisive as hell when it comes to where to get his own. "I don't wanna apologize to Ma, she's been on my ass to be with you since we were kids. Pretty fucking sure the Beth thing would have been cool if it was you instead," of Quinn. "M'sorry if I don't knock Rachel up right away, but she's gotta get her Tony first. You understand, right, Ma?" He blows a kiss to the camera and passes it back to her, stretching out on the bed as she stands.
With a smirk, he moves toward Rachel, his hands reaching for the hem of her shirt. Shirt off? Okay. He can roll with that, even if she'll have to juggle the camera for a moment.
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Date: 2012-02-07 04:27 am (UTC)She nearly drops the camera as she laughs, finally settling against him and snuggling in his lap, aiming the camera at their faces. "It'll bounce," he reassures her, winking up at the lens and tightening his arms around her waist. "I love you so fucking much. Marrying your crazy ass is the best decision I'm ever gonna make." She speaks to her parents as he trails his lips over her cheek and temple, and he hugs her as she turns her head against his neck. "You decide where you wanna get that tattoo yet, baby? How 'bout I pick for you and you pick for me, huh?" Mostly because he's indecisive as hell when it comes to where to get his own. "I don't wanna apologize to Ma, she's been on my ass to be with you since we were kids. Pretty fucking sure the Beth thing would have been cool if it was you instead," of Quinn. "M'sorry if I don't knock Rachel up right away, but she's gotta get her Tony first. You understand, right, Ma?" He blows a kiss to the camera and passes it back to her, stretching out on the bed as she stands.
With a smirk, he moves toward Rachel, his hands reaching for the hem of her shirt. Shirt off? Okay. He can roll with that, even if she'll have to juggle the camera for a moment.