09-17-2016, 11:00 PM
The flash of humor in his eyes is brief, but so very promising. Oooh, and that glare. There’s no real threat to it, not even genuine reprimand, just a matter of principle, and it evokes the tiniest of smiles, a little quirking of one corner of her mouth that grows as those lovely dark eyes rove her body. And she takes that delightful ogling as an invitation to do the same. Don’t mind if I do.
Hard planes of muscle, something familiar and oddly comfortable about the rugged grace written in the sleek lines of his body. Just the right size to curl up against, not so big he’ll tower over her if they ever get a little cozy. Mmm, and wouldn’t that be nice, nestled into his side, him making that adorably grumpy face and glaring down at her for wandering off without a word of where she was going (and how was she to know where she was going when her feet never tell her ahead of time anyhow?), all cute and concerned and gruff.
Silver eyes dance with amusement in the corner of her mind, and isn’t that curious?
Oh, and there’s a smile, just a tiny one, barely even a change in his expression, just the slightest softening of one corner of his lips. The subtlety of the change makes his face all the more intriguing, demanding a person pay close attention in order to even begin to read him properly. “You did indeed mention something along those lines, yes,” she grins, continuing to eye all of his dangerous parts that are in her line of sight. Lips can be very dangerous. Teeth too, and that broad, solid shoulder, that could be quite dangerous to cuddle up against.
“Thing is, you have this way of making danger sound awfully appealing.”
Hard planes of muscle, something familiar and oddly comfortable about the rugged grace written in the sleek lines of his body. Just the right size to curl up against, not so big he’ll tower over her if they ever get a little cozy. Mmm, and wouldn’t that be nice, nestled into his side, him making that adorably grumpy face and glaring down at her for wandering off without a word of where she was going (and how was she to know where she was going when her feet never tell her ahead of time anyhow?), all cute and concerned and gruff.
Silver eyes dance with amusement in the corner of her mind, and isn’t that curious?
Oh, and there’s a smile, just a tiny one, barely even a change in his expression, just the slightest softening of one corner of his lips. The subtlety of the change makes his face all the more intriguing, demanding a person pay close attention in order to even begin to read him properly. “You did indeed mention something along those lines, yes,” she grins, continuing to eye all of his dangerous parts that are in her line of sight. Lips can be very dangerous. Teeth too, and that broad, solid shoulder, that could be quite dangerous to cuddle up against.
“Thing is, you have this way of making danger sound awfully appealing.”