Vianna gave a soft chuckle to herself as Ferris asked who said she had to get anything done, as if the idea of it was ridiculous. "I do," the young girl replied, "because I would like us to have something to take with us outside when we set up our campfire," she explained, almost as if talking to a child, though she knew all the explanations in the world weren't going to get her husband to stop his teasing kisses, that this battle was lost the second his lips met her skin. It was then that he stopped, though, and his hands came to meet her own, making the girl let go of the slice of bread she was holding on her right hand and the knife she'd been holding with her left, which she'd been using to spread butter over the bread. At this, the girl's brows furrowed slightly. Now she really wasn't going to get anything done! The girl said nothing yet, though, and instead listened as the boy spoke once more, suggesting that perhaps she should let go of the thought of a sandwich for a second and concentrate on her Professor instead. At this, Vianna gave a soft chuckle. "Oh, really? Well, my Prof--" she stopped abruptly as his lips suddenly met her neck once again, causing her to squirm on instinct once more, growing a little distracted by this wonderful sensation, by how loving his kisses were, and how they made her feel almost like she could float, like she was on a cloud, on top of the world. And it was extraordinarily difficult to think straight now, or to make a coherent thought. How could she, when his lips were treating her skin so lovingly and wonderfully?
And when the girl couldn't really take his teases and warm kisses anymore, she slipped her hands from his own and turned around, unexpectedly and rather eagerly placing her lips upon the boy's, as he'd lost her neck when she'd turned around. But she couldn't just let him kiss her like that without returning the gesture! He was addicting, and she found it incredibly difficult to hold her urges whenever he treated her like that, kissed her like that on her neck.