Sanguine: You're welcome, wonderful. *Her gives her her food, and starts eating his.* *** Alex: I love you. *He pulls her into a kiss as the doors to the turbolift close.* *** Jackson: Like I care...
Jackson: Oh, come on. We could try again? *He smiles at her.* *** Alex: Let's go, my siulan.(Elven term in his books that is explained to mean more than any human term of affection could) *He leads her to the turbolift.* ***
Sanguine: You can go sit down... *He leans a bit into her.* *** Jackson: Soooo.... we having twins? *He smiles happily.* *** Alex: We did indeed. *He smiles, walks over, and offers her an arm.*
I'd advise reading Empire by Orson Scott Card (Like in my Sig!:D) to see a good example of why comments like this are.... interesting, and destructive. From both sides.
Jackson: Whatchya doin', baby mama? *He looks over her shoulder.* *** Alex: T? *He looks at her.* *** Sanguine: Th-thanks.... *He keeps cooking, but takes the chance to rub her hand with his when he gets the chance.*
*She can hear some wavering in his voice, and he stops. Some sizzling that sounds like water hitting a hot pan and a sniff. Then nothing. Just cooking sounds.*
*The sounds of cooking soon filter out of the kitchen, and the smells as well.* Sanguine: Hmm hmmh mmmm hmmh mmmm.... *He soon starts mumbling bits of a song.*