I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
He really doesn’t have much of a plan today. But seriously, when does he ever? He’s a fucking reprobate. Reprobates don’t go around making plans. They do whatever the hell suits their fancy, much like he’s doing today. Still, it’s a hot, lazy afternoon, and he’s seriously contemplating a nap. Hell, not much else to do in this kind of fucking weather. Unless one cared for a nice afternoon romp in the river. Which, of course, he would. But that requires two, and he’s not in the habit of keeping a second around for longer than it takes to… well, you get the gist.
He’s ambling rather idly along the river bank, eyeing the sluggishly flowing water with more than half a mind to step in, when he rounds a bend to find himself no longer alone. Not only is he no longer alone, but the stranger happens to be a rather lovely mare. No, not lovely, fucking delicious.
Well, hell. He’s pretty damned sure he’s not that fucking lucky.
He stills, eyes roaming over her slim form in a leisurely manner. Perhaps a bit too familiarly, but we already know he’s no fucking saint. Never pretends to be, never will. When finally his eyes make it to her face, he cocks one equine brow, the corner of his lips quirking slightly in a rather devilish grin. “Jonesing for a swim?” he drawls, his voice low, decidedly suggestive despite the banality of the words.
