[That little look she gets, when her mouth thins and her brows furrow, is so painfully endearing Mitchell can't help but smile in the face of it, and, of course, capitulate far too quickly to her. He's always had a problem with saying no to Annie, and it's certainly not been any easier now that he went and plucked her from Purgatory and brought her back home.
Kissing her is something he is more than happy to indulge in; no matter what she might think, Mitchell likes how cool she is to the touch. She's not cold, no, it's not like snogging a block of ice, but she's...well, it's like he said all that time ago. It's a bit like kissing someone who's just come in from the cold. He likes the tingle of it. It's something that makes her uniquely Annie.
He's so distracted by her kiss that it takes him a moment to realize his hand is pressed against smooth, cool skin now, instead of the thin ribbed cotton of her tank. Smiling, he pulls away just enough to whisper against her lips.] Annie, love. You did it.
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Kissing her is something he is more than happy to indulge in; no matter what she might think, Mitchell likes how cool she is to the touch. She's not cold, no, it's not like snogging a block of ice, but she's...well, it's like he said all that time ago. It's a bit like kissing someone who's just come in from the cold. He likes the tingle of it. It's something that makes her uniquely Annie.
He's so distracted by her kiss that it takes him a moment to realize his hand is pressed against smooth, cool skin now, instead of the thin ribbed cotton of her tank. Smiling, he pulls away just enough to whisper against her lips.] Annie, love. You did it.