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The back bike seat, you pervert!

It's okay. [It'd just been... weird.]

And I know you love my squeezing even more. Especially where the back seat in concerned.

No, it's not. It's... I'll go. Sorry. Really, really sorry.

That I do. Mind squeezing it this evening?

If you want to go, sure. But seriously, it's okay. It's not the first time I've been accidentally come on to.

If you're up for it?

I'm not.. what? No, I'm not coming onto you!

I think we deserve a night to ourselves.

Did I... miss something in how you were petting my face?

I do, too. I can't believe how good I've been. I've gotten used to it. You're domesticating me.

No! I just.. can we not talk about this? Please?

[Grins and kisses him passionately before pulling back] Good.

[smiles, a tad bit disorientated after that] Very, very good.

Good idea. Just. Trust me. It's okay.

I've...I've got to go.

Okay. Take care, man.

[winks at him] Our room in two hours?

Sure thing. [smiles] Our.. room.

I want to check on the children first before handing them over to Laura for the evening.

Look at you. Turning fatherly on me. What happened to you being nervous around children?

I am nervous, I barely hold them still, but that doesn't mean I can't look down at them.

Hold them. They love you. They need to get to know their father.

I will, I do. For short amounts of time.

You won't break them.

You may think that, I'm not so certain.

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