[for Eden]

[yo_babe]

Nothing should surprise him anymore, not about this place, but every time something does happen, Babe still gets wide-eyed like he ain't never seen anything like it, 'cause he hasn't. Nelson's been in a bow before, but that one had been next to him in the box he'd come in, torn to Christmasy scraps by the time the cat's claws had been done with it

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[gotacigarette]

"It's no good shushing him after he's already bloody woken me up, you know," says Eden, her voice muffled by her face buried in the crook of her arm. She sniffs and rolls back against Babe, but doesn't lift her head.

"What's the matter with him? Does he want to go out? Please tell me he hasn't woken the bloody pig up."

[gotacigarette]

In answer to that, Eden lifts her hips, her hand tightening on Babe's shirt until she can crush her mouth against his.

"Come on," she murmurs. "You know better than that, Private Heffron."

[yo_babe]

Private Heffron. She still likes to pull rank on him, but it's this playful way that makes him not want to follow orders. Babe's not a damn tease, but in that instant, he is. His hand pauses at the hilt of her hip, his lips close enough to hers that their teeth nearly touch. "What d'ya want for Valentine's Day?" he asks lowly.

[gotacigarette]

"What are you going to do if I say I want a bloody puppy?" Eden grins and nips sharply at Babe's lip, pressing forward into a kiss.

"You. You'll do."

[yo_babe]

"Good to now."

With that, Babe's quiet. His lips cover hers, ignoring the morning breath they both share. It never ceases to amaze him just how different they are from each other, but just how much she brings out of him.