It's starting to get lateish when Felix gets home; presumably Lilah's shift today ended before dark, or she wasn't working and for some reason wanted alone time or something. But that would just be weird! Regardless, the door opens and he steps in, seeming somewhat the worse for wear, or at least the worse for whiskey. Not cheerfully, at the moment, a bit subdued. Possibly even thoughtful.

When he opens the door, he'll find a shocking sight: Lilah is reading a book. I know, terrifying and new. She seems pretty into it, not immediately looking up until she's turned the page. But when she does, she tilts her head and sets the book aside, heading over to him. "Howdy," she says softly. She chews at her lower lip, and tries to run a hand down his arm. "How's it goin', sunshine?"

Horrors! Felix closes the door behind him, and starts toward Lilah, wrapping an arm around her waist when she's close enough and giving her a kiss rather than actually saying anything. He leads her back over to the bed, lying down without even taking his boots off (tch!) and drawing her along with him. Her book is well within her reach when he curls in against her back, arm going around her waist again, and he kisses her shoulder, and the side of her neck. Unusually enough, they don't seem like something-starting kind of kisses, at the moment. It's not until then that he murmurs, "Evenin', beautiful."

Lilah doesn't seem to mind that kiss, not in the slightest. But when does she ever? She goes where he directs her, lying down and seeming very slightly surprised at the arrangement. The rest of that, he won't see any reaction to, but she's definitely not stiff against him, immediately relaxed in his arms. "Evenin', Mr. Sinclair," she murmurs softly.

"...Mrs. Sinclair," Felix replies at about the same volume, giving her neck another gentle kiss, and apparently this reminds him of something, because he shifts somewhat awkwardly to get a hand in the pocket of his jacket, then just sits up briefly to remove the thing, THEN dip into the pocket. He drops the jacket and cuddles back into the previous position, moving his clenched fist toward one of her hands, as if to drop something into it. "Hi."

Lilah mms softly at the the kiss to her neck, and then cranes said neck to try and get a look at his movements. It probably fails, and so she waits patiently. When he moves his clenched fist toward her hand, she cups it, ready to accept whatever he's offering. "Howdy," she repeats, and adds a, "What uh... how was yer day?"

Felix opens his hand to indeed drop the contents into hers, and it turns out to be a pendant. Fairly small, silvery metal -- actually, the style is rather like her ring, steel and rhinestones, though this is heart shaped, the rhinestones embedded in the steel border around what looks like a real, if smallish, four-leaf clover embedded in resin. Costume jewelry, currently lacking a chain, and with a couple of the rhinestones yellowed from age. He shrugs at her question, more felt than seen in their current position. "Okay if you think about it, I guess. Don't really wanna talk 'bout it right now. How was yours?"

Lilah is silent as she looks down at the pendant, and then suddenly squirms in his arms a bit, the better to bring one of those arms up to her lips. "I would really like to kiss ya right now," she says with a soft smile, and then adds, "I'll wear it f'r good luck soon's I get m'self a suitable chain." Another kiss is planted on his skin, and then she nods to the rest. "Mine was okay if ya think about it, too. Didn't get stiffed on tips too much, worst was some family with five kids, an' ya can't blame 'em for stiffin' on the tip or bein' snippy cuz ya know they ain't gettin' any sleep an' there ain't no way they can tip their worth." She pauses, and then twines the fingers of one hand with his.

"So what's stoppin' you?" Felix teases, although he doesn't make it particularly easier for her to get where she'd be able to. At least, not for a few seconds; then he relinquishes his current position just enough to temporarily settle within kiss range. "...I'll find you a chain tomorrow," he says, a bit quieter again, and helps with that finger-twining. "I guess at least that's better'n the rich assholes, but it still kinda sucks. Hope they didn't run you entirely offa your feet. They're good feet."

That kiss is given freely, with a great deal of warmth when she gets her chance. Lilah then twists back against him, her back pressed up against his chest, and makes sure his arms are wrapped around her. Her thumb brushes against his fingertips. "I love it. The pendant, I mean. It's-- I love it," she says simply, and rests her head on the nearest pillow. "Nah, they were okay," she murmurs, and then kisses whatever part of him she can reach. "I like you," she adds. "More'n anyone."

Felix kisses her back, taking his time about it, and it would be harder to prevent him having his arms wrapped around her than it is to ensure it. He nuzzles in against her shoulder again when they've both settled back into the spoonier position, and she can likely feel him smile quite genuinely at her words for the gift. "Like you too," he replies, "...more'n anyone." And after a moment, "Missed you. 's why I came home." It's not really particularly early for his arrival, but on the other hand, he's certainly been later. Not at all, now and then.

"I like you missin' me," Lilah admits, and seems very comfortable there in his arms post-kiss. "I missed ya, too," she murmurs quietly, and cuddles in closer to him. "You decide you wanna talk about stuff, I'm here, y'know. But 'til then, we can talk about somethin' else or nothin' at all."

"I like you missin' me," Felix admits, and is all over that cuddling. All the cuddling. "...I might maybe wanna talk about shit in the mornin', I dunno. I interrupted your readin', though. But I wanna stay like this. So I reckon you oughta read it to me." Logic! He kisses along her shoulder and neck again; it's still light and gentle, tenderness rather than passion, although for the first time since he got home today something in it somehow feels as though there may be a time limit on how long it stays that way.

Lilah smiles softly, closing her eyes for a few moments at those kisses. She gives no indication that she wants to speed up the time limit, but neither does she seem to want to pause time. "I reckon ya did interrupt m'readin'," is added fondly, "So I could be persuaded t'read it to ya." She pauses, then reaches out for the book, flipping it open to a random page, beginning to read softly. (https://www.cs.cmu.edu/~spok/grimmtmp/164.txt) She doesn't give any indication that she's frustrated at him choosing not to talk.