"I..um..hmm..." You're stuttering. Good.
"Hmm?"
"Dinner. I need to make dinner." Your voice has risen, almost panicking. But I know better.
"Do you really need to," I ask, dotting kisses and bites along your throat.
"Yes." Now you're whining so I know you don't want me to move from your lap.
"Mm, your hands on my ass would disagree," I reply before biting at your pulse point.
"Oh my god."
I pull back and smirk. "Yes?"
AN: ...I kinda made Ami naughty. I do headcanon she would be this way if she were comfortable enough in a relationship.
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