Impress Her with Prose
She dragged her teeth across his shoulder, and he shuddered in ecstasy. "Oh, Petals. You are my one and only love," he murmured breathily.
She snorted rather loudly, and replied, "Oh, Twinkletoes. You make my heart take wing like a dying manticore takes to the air for a final flight."
He pulled away from her lovely teeth and her not-so-lovely mouth, and pouted. "Why, Bubbles? Why must you treat your lover so cruelly? Are we not residing in the Meadow of Love and Eternal Happiness? Why do you not feel my passionate lurve for you in my rapidly beating cardiovascular organ?"
She laughed shortly, as he did a wonderful impression of a wounded Crup. "I'm sorry. I truly am. It's just that this isn't a Drarry slash story where you have to be the effeminate one who has to love shopping and other various stereotypical Bottom activities. Need I remind you that you top in this relationship? Well, most of the time."
He blinked, and shook his head a few times, as if coming out of a trance. And then he grabbed her, crushed her form to his chest, and growled, "You talk too damn much during foreplay. I can think of better things you can do with that mouth."
So could she. So she did just that.
A/N: This is inspired by bookworm708, who told me kitten was a better nickname than Bubbles or Petals. Do you still think so?