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Oh, she can be teasing, alright. Footsie of this caliber has always seemed a little silly to her, but if it's all she's got right now, she's going to work with it. She wiggles around until she can press her toes teasingly against his crotch, kneading gently and quirking her eyebrows at him in challenge.

"If it's that important to you," she starts, setting her fork down to signify that it's important to her too, "then alright. I'll kick you out of the house at midnight and we won't see each other again until three."

Cougar hurries to eat more when she starts to work at him with her toes, knowing that fairly soon, he's not going to have much of a chance to do anything but be putty in her hands -- or toes, in this instance. "I'll go stay with Pooch," he says with a nod of his head. "And then go find a proper suit to marry you in."

"He's going to want to come to the wedding," she points out logically, nibbling at her food and enjoying watching the look on his face as he hurries to eat before he gets too distracted. "Unless you tell him we're fighting, and then he might try to mediate. Without Jolene around to keep him busy, I think he's using us as his substitute relationship."

"Just tell him you caught a cold and snore," Cougar says with a shrug. "He'll believe it. You can snore very loudly when sick," he reminds her, seeing as the whole team knows that. He digs into the food a little more, grinning as he stares at her and thinks of less than twenty-four hours away when she'll be his wife.

"Besides, he'll understand later, when we tell him."

"No worse than you do," she protests, poking him in the stomach with her toes. It's a good idea, though. She can hold her nose and go all nasally if Pooch calls to check on her, but she's a miserable jerk when she's sick, so people should know better than try to come visit.

"He'll be pissed that we hid it from him."

He slides his hand down to start rubbing his fingers over her feet, digging his thumb into the arch to massage it. "He'll understand, later," is all Cougar has to say on the topic. Pooch will only tell the others and the last thing he wants to deal with is the opinions of the Losers. "We will tell him that he and Jolene inspired us."

Oh. A foot massage is a great distraction, in her opinion, and the pleased hum she lets out should make that pretty clear, as is the way she slumps a little in her seat to make it easier for him to rub her feet. "Except we were all invited to their wedding," she points out. It felt like the whole state was invited to Pooch and Jolene's wedding.

Cougar shrugs, still not intending to change their plans. "Will have a party when everything is over," he says. "Pooch can come then." He slides his other hand down now that the food is done, both palms sliding over Jensen's feet and massaging each part from the bunions to the arch to the heel.

"Yeah, alright," she agrees, pushing away her plate and turning all her attention to the way Cougar massages the soles of her feet. She's got high arches, which means she's prone to getting aches and pains, so Cougar's willingness to rub her feet at the drop of a hat — so to speak — is amazing. She purrs softly, a quiet, satisfied hum, and flexes her toes. "I like this marriage thing."

"Not married yet," Cougar argues, his hand starting to slide up her ankle where he can start work on the muscles there before adjusting to her calf. "Tomorrow," he clarifies. "After you find me a ring and I go to confession, when we don't see each other for the day."