"Ohhh," Penelope said rushing towards the fish tanks, "Angelfish."
"What kind of fish, gorgeous?" Derek asked, following behind her.
She turned to him, "Angelfish, silly," the turned back, making faces at the tank, "See they make kissy faces, like this," she turned back to him and her cheeks sunk in and out as her lips curved.
He laughed at the image she made and she shoved him and went back to the fish, "I love angelfish," she said, "and their kissy faces."
"Hmm," he said, coming up behind her, arms going around her waist as he pulled her again him, "You like angelfish kisses, huh?"
"Yes," she said, then gasped as his mouth moved over her neck, his lips moving in and out just as hers had.
"Like that?" he asked, continuing to move his angel kisses over her neck.
"Just like that sweetness, my own personal angelfish."
"All yours," he promised, her head tilting back so he could spread his new brand of kisses to her mouth.