When she's absolutely certain they're both sufficiently breathless, she breaks the kiss. She exhales against his wet lips, brushing his nose. Heavy doe eyes smirk down at him.

Her voice is husky and warm.

"Now, y'best get goin' before I make you apologize t'me proper."

She nips at his earlobe.

"Or we start another fight."

Six of one, half dozen of the other.