HyperfixationWhore

“Oh I see,” Kat nodded patronisingly. “You prefer to listen to people talk to a beat as opposed to actually sing to one.”

“You’re such a little weirdo, you know that right?”

“Yeah, but you like me,” Kat grinned.

“Mmhmm, enough to even make sure that if only one of us could fit on a floating door in the freezing cold ocean, I’d give you the space,”

Tommy grinned back, rubbing his nose against hers before kissing her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth and flicking it against her own.

“I don’t eat to live, I live to eat,” was a favourite phrase of hers.