Well, "allegedly". [he wasn't too sure on those details, and sadly had no way to find out how true it was. Mike knew Walter wasn't above taking credit for something he didn't do] Either way, the less she knows, the better for her and her kids.
[Nor is he above killing family, apparently. Saul has no problem believing that.
He nods.]
Good point, though.
[A pause.]
So, uh. Now might be a good time to let you know that I hired someone to play your role for me here. I needed an extra pair of eyes and hands in case Walt showed up. She knows everything.
[He's not usually like this. Back home, he was a busy guy; sex was just another part of his schedule, something that fit into a time slot and was to be completed efficiently. So he's not one to take his time, really, but then again, it's been a while since he's felt this way about anyone — if he ever has, he's not sure — and actually wanted to draw things out.
And if Steph is going to keep reacting the way she is, he almost thinks he'd be content to keep this going forever.
His lips drop back to the side of her face, alternating between cheek and jaw and brow. Then he starts to tug at her shirt, gently, to let her know he'd like it off, please.]
[As soon as he tugs at her shirt, she leans back just enough that she can take it off, and she's almost grateful for the temporary reprieve from his mouth on her skin.
She needs a second to catch her breath.
She's careful not to bump her head again as she pulls her shirt over her head and drops it to the floor. If he doesn't have any other plans, she's going to try to kiss him again, instead of letting him burn her up.]
[Oh, he has plans. She can kiss him, though. He'll let that go for a little while.
And while she's busying herself with his mouth, he's going to reach behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. He's so good at it, too — almost like all it takes is a snap of his fingers.]
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