"well. i definitely missed having you here , too. it's good that you're back." turning his head he gave her a sincere smile.

"work?" ramsay raised a single eyebrow as he turned his head a little to be able to look at her. "and i don't do those kind of calls. you know that."

ramsay chuckled quietly hearing her little huff but wasn't really bothered by it. raising his cup again he took another two sips from it before placing the empty cup on the table in front of them. "now now. stop that pouting and complaining."

with her climbing into his lap ramsay leaned back into the couch and looked up at her , his hands quickly coming to rest on her hips. "hmm. i'm painfully aware."

"jealousy doesn't suit you , myranda." he hummed quietly and looked down at his thumbs rubbing little circles on her hips. raising his gaze slowly again he looked back into her eyes. "they mean nothing to me. you know that. but i hate being bored."

"hmm. . . you know that i don't like empty promises." he said quietly and leaned forward to bring his face closer to hers , eyes gazing into her own. "let us take this upstairs , hm?" he wouldn't ruin the couch 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 were sitting on.

"hmm. . . because you know better than that." he murmured in a quiet , content hum and slipped his hands from her hips to her bottom as he moved to get to his feet , then went upstairs , carrying her like he'd done so often.

uhh. . . she be doing what?

she could have asked first.

she can't just decide that all by herself.

entering the pub @AGOLDENROMANI worked in ramsay looked briefly around before he moved over to one of the tables and sat down. reaching into his pocket he pulled his box with cigarettes out and put one of them between his lips before lighting it, inhaling the smoke deeply.

who needs to be murdered?

....a'ight. no, he isn't pouting.

so.... after christmas then??

can i do it???

YES!

😒

hm.

is.... bored.

he's missing a certain blonde.