“Well, uh-“ Lincoln began, his traitorous brain possibly letting him down by going over and over the idea of Lee wiggling her hips and butt in some kind of sexy, clothes removing kind of dance. “Maybe. But what happens if I’m the one who likes to remove your clothes, do you do the dance or do I do the dance in that situation?”

Lincoln continued to tap and hum around the kitchen, coming over with a coffee to keep Lee going as she worked.

“That’s exactly what a traitor would say,” Lincoln replied, leaning over to brush a kiss down Lee’s nose then to her mouth where he could quiet any protest with a sweet, lingering kiss. Smiling, a small slightly crooked smile, Lincoln turned his head to nuzzle her neck before peppering a few light, totally not distracting kisses against her neck before turning his attention back to brunch.