So, as it’s @scienceoftheidiot‘s birthday and because we have this silly joke about Matt and Ash and the kiss (le bisou), because I’m unable to write anything smuttier than a kiss, this is a birthday’s bisou! Happy Bday dear! (little game, count the kisses :p).
- Still doesn’t count as a proper date, I’m afraid of that, Honey.
Aislin was out of breath, leaning against a concrete wall six stories above the street. Near her, Matt was trying to find his breath too. He huffed as he pushed away his helmet.
- Not a single point for proposing a proper one?
- Okay, but just one, because you’ve back flipped off this roof too quickly for someone eager to have dinner with me.