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"You haven't had my banana cream." He said with a cheeky grin. Drawing small symbols into her skin with his hands. He looked down at her when she said to tell him a secret and he grinned, bending his head to whisper in her ear. "Not really a secret that you're beautiful." He said as he kissed her cheek. "Parker is as hairless as a baby's butt. But you didn't hear it from me." He whispered with a snicker. "I also hate avacado's and mint, though I put up with them." He admitted.

He kissed the top of her head again. "Hmmmmm Don't tell anyone at work, but I leave random sticky notes with compliments on them at work sometimes." He said. "I forget to brush my hair." He admitted with a chuckle. "So it's a permanent state of bedhead or of me running my hands through it."

Blake raised an eyebrow as she mentioned hugging a shirtless Parker. Blake hadn't even that far yet, and his nose twitched slightly in irritation, but he shoved the thought away. He had gotten the girl of his dreams, and Parker, as far as Blake knew, was still having to make up his friggen mind on what he wanted.

"You're not that far off, just...shorter." He laughed. "And I'm lucky to call you mine." He murmured into her hair, hugging her tighter against him. "Mmmmm I think I'll like the bed look too, and you'll be just as pretty if not more." He told her. "Especially if I'm the one who gave you the bedhead in the first place." He whispered in her ear before he chuckled.

He leaned back and gave her a once over when she said that she had a secret tattoo. An eyebrow slowly rose on his forehead and he smirked down at her. "What do you mean?" He asked curiously. A small groan came from him as she kissed his neck and felt her teeth. "Am I going to have to go on a scavenger hunt?" He asked his grin getting wider and trailed a finger just barely over the band of her shorts.

Blake tilted his head to the side as she talked about her tattoo. He smiled as she talked about the painkillers, not having a real worry about it. Val seemed to half her head on straight for a lot of things.

"Is that a challenge?" He growled playfully. His finger dipped into the band of her shorts, just enough to be enticing and then he gently trailed his finger to the front of her shorts, before pulling out of the band. He took her wrist then, in his hands, and moved so was over her once more. He could see the tattoos she had on the inner part of each arm and he bent his head to place a kiss on each one.

He pressed wrists into the bed up by her head, placed his knees on either side of her hips. "Keep those there," he ordered. Indicating she was to keep her hands put. He leaned back and sat on his heels then, Crossing one arm over his chest, his hand held his elbow of the other arm, while he stroked his chin in thought. He eyes wandering over what he could see of her body. He gave her a critical look, or his "doc" look as many people told him when he was trying to ponder over something. His eyes get wandering back to her ribs, but her bralette blocked some parts of her skin from his view. "It's hiding under there isn't it?" He finally spoke. Nodding to the material. He placed his hands on her sides, his fingers trailing up to her ribs. Before he bent his head to places a trail of kisses across them. "Did you know tattoo's here hurt the most because there's no that much tissue between the bone and skin?" He murmured against her skin before he raised his head to grin at her.

Blake's teeth lightly nipped at her skin, when he felt her hands in his hair. "Ah ah." He said reached up to take her hands and put them back by her head. "Doc's orders. Keep them there until your examination is done." He said firmly. Placing his a chaste kiss on her lips before he went back to her ribs. His fingers lightly traced the outline of them up to the hem of the bralette, and he hesitated for a moment. He really wanted to look, but he also really wanted to take his time with Val and give her something special. But a quick peek....couldn't hurt....right?

Almost excruciatingly slow, Blake adjusted himself further down her body, so when he leaned down he was even with her navel, and then he began his assault of slow kisses upward to her bralette. His fingers brushed the hem of it and he slowly began to pull it upward. His blue eyes looked up at Val to ensure her hand's stayed put, as he placed tender kissed on the newly exposed skin. His eyes never leaving hers until the first signs of her tattoo was revealed. It was just under her breast, and his hands stopped pushing the bralette up, keeping her covered. He looked at it and then began to chuckle until he was almost belly laughing. Resting his forehead against her stomach. He lifted his head and then looked up at her. "Fitting." He murmured. Placing a kiss to her stomach as he pulled her bralette back down.

Blake laughed and playfully smacked her hand. “No touchy, what did I tell you hmmmm?” He asked. He placed his hands over her wrists holding them by her head. Seeing as she was wanting her lips on him, he sated her momentarily by giving her a quick kiss. Not trusting her to keep her hands still, he entwined their fingers and then kissed down along her jaw and neck. He nibbled a bit at her neck, swirling his tongue against her skin as he placed kissed on every bit of skin he could find until he reached her chest and then kissed along the edge of her bralette before he lifted his head and smiled wickedly at her.

He leaned up then and kissed her hungrily, finally releasing her hands to do what she wanted while he kept his hands near her head and focused on keeping his weight off of her. He groaned into the kiss, a great big rumbling sound in his chest as he let himself be at her mercy.

Blake was pretty damn sure this was the “hell side” of Val that she had told him about. She grabbed at his shirt and the fervor of her actions and the way she was turning his mind to putty with her kisses was enough for him to throw cation to the wind. At least for the time being. He quickly pried himself away, sitting back on his heels as he quickly shucked his shirt. Underneath of it would be tan skin from his time working outside as well as muscular arms and a flat stomach. Blake had a light dusting of chest hair that spread down his sternum and faded down into a happy trail that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.

The most noticeable part about Blake’s torso was the five and a half inch scar he had along the right side of he ribs, looking like a knife wound and on his left shoulder there was a circular puckered scar that could have only been from a bullet. When Blake lifted the shirt over his head, Val would have been able to make out another tattoo on the inner part of his right bicep but would have to be closer to read if.

Before the shirt hit the ground, Blake was back on top of Val, one of his hands resting high on her thigh as Blake growled lowly and claimed her lips again with his.

Blake knew he should behave, but hearing Vals' noises was making it damn near impossible, and he groaned as he felt her nails against his back and when she kissed along his throat, and made her own kissing assault path.

His hand on her thigh went up in to the hem of her shorts, his fingers slipping down in under the hem. He was losing himself in everything that was Val in that moment. Lost in her smell, the touch of her skin, and everything. When she took his hand and placed it over his head, is when he finally reacted. His body shuddered with his teetering of control, and he sucked in a breath, turning his head slightly to the side, and he growled as he pried his lips from hers. "I can't baby." He said. His voice was thick with lust and need, and it took every fiber in his body to literally pull himself from her. He rolled off of her, and sat on the edge of the bed. His hands in his hair, while he tried to get his breathing under control. He suddenly wanted a very ver cold shower. He took even breaths, and when he was finally calm enough he turned to look over at her. Knowing how this probably looked like.

"I'm not gonna be able to restrain myself if we do..." His face became bright red then, and he averted his eyes. Damn he wanted her. Badly. He flopped over on the bed, face down. "You're like freaking temptress Val, any control I have I'm gonna lose, and we'll be doing it before we even get on the plane, and I wanted to wait and treat you like a queen, and your so gosh darn sexy I can't help it." He said in a muffled flurry into the bed. Embarrassed, and disappointed in himself that he might have made her suddenly disappointed.

Blake turned his head to look at Val as she ruffled his hair. He sighed heavily, and then sat up, pulling her over to his lap so he could shower her face in kisses. "I love you so much." He told her, before giving her a quick kiss and then moving her so he could find where he'd tossed his shirt.

Once his clothes were located, he tossed Val hers, and then walked over the his duffle bag. fishing out his little kit that kept his contact stuff before he stepped into the bathroom, and sporting his glasses while he put the cases away and then put his arms back through his flannel. At that point there was a knock on the door and he went and answered it to find one of the production crew telling them it was time to go.

"Grab you bag babe! vacation awaits!" Blake grinned over at Val.