Marcello burst out laughing when she started giggling, and he doubled over, puling his hands to his middle. "I love you," he said, when he caught his breath, tears in his eyes. "I adore you. I want you with an insatiable lust, as soon as I stop laughing."

Once he started laughing, Niabheara let go, pressing her face to his knee and howling. She collapsed to the floor between his feet. "Come here, you." She held out her hand to him, smiling sweetly, occasionally snickering. "I plan on taking advantage of your lust whene'er it presents itself."

Marcello climbed to the floor, still giddy, and caught her hand as he lay beside her, hooking one leg over hers. "That...ha...sounds like an excellent plan," he assured her, out of breath as he tugged her forward to kiss her.

Twining her fingers through his, she rolled toward him. "This works," she said cheerfully. "You're much less likely to move unexpectedly when I have you on your back."