Ophidian smirked a little and held her closer.<span style="color: green">"the only time i want to 'own' you is when im fucking you so hard i have to remind myself that your alot more fragile then i am. and your hair, i love your hair... i could spend a week with my nose burried in your hair and not get bored."</span>he grinned at her as she kissed Syrenka, the infant rolling over a little, one of her lower thumbs in her mouth and she murmered around it. Ophidian nodded and pulled the blankets back before smirking and reached under to roll her out of the towel like a burrito.<span style="color: green">"happily but unless its really cold out our bed is a no clothing zone, and that does include towels."</span>he tossed the towel onto the back of the chair before he slid into bed and pulled her back against his chest, his nose pressing into her hair as if to impress his earllier statement.<span style="color: green">"and no, i have no plans of going anywhere, im tired too."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>