The white sheep of the family
"You're easy to deal with." Again, there was a lack of pretense in Loren's voice. Cheeks still flushed, he smiled. "Plus I like you."
Letting out a huff of laughter, he nodded. "That's a first for me, actually." Grinning, he tilted his head to one side. "And lucky me, you're all hot, no mess." Underneath the lightly teasing tone, there was a genuine admiration and appreciation for Weaver.
Laughing outright now, he just gave her an endlessly amused look. "Absolutely." As she moved closer, he leaned into her a bit, though their bodies weren't quite touching. Their hands were another matter: his slid around to the back of her neck, running through her hair as he did. He used his new grip to deepen the kiss, his teeth nipping at her lower lip.
Keeping his hand there, the other rested on her hip. Raising his eyebrows, he smirked and gave her a considering look. "And how do you suggest we go about corrupting you and ruining my sterling reputation?" As he waited for her response, his fingers explored the parts of her he could reach without moving his hands from their positions.
Eyes crinkling with amusement, he shrugged. "Good thing I've got a lot of experience recovering from stab wounds." Tone wry, he met her gaze, wondering what she'd make of that particular claim. "And no offense, I'm pretty sure I could take him in a fight if necessary."
Not quite sure how to respond to her compliments, he looked away again after the kiss ended, cheeks now a furious crimson. "Well then." He cleared his throat a bit awkwardly. "We both think the other is wonderful. So...uh, don't take this the wrong way but um, now what?" Giving her a sheepish look, he lifted one hand to scratch the back of his head.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he nodded. "That's a first for me, actually." Grinning, he tilted his head to one side. "And lucky me, you're all hot, no mess." Underneath the lightly teasing tone, there was a genuine admiration and appreciation for Weaver.
Laughing outright now, he just gave her an endlessly amused look. "Absolutely." As she moved closer, he leaned into her a bit, though their bodies weren't quite touching. Their hands were another matter: his slid around to the back of her neck, running through her hair as he did. He used his new grip to deepen the kiss, his teeth nipping at her lower lip.
Keeping his hand there, the other rested on her hip. Raising his eyebrows, he smirked and gave her a considering look. "And how do you suggest we go about corrupting you and ruining my sterling reputation?" As he waited for her response, his fingers explored the parts of her he could reach without moving his hands from their positions.
Eyes crinkling with amusement, he shrugged. "Good thing I've got a lot of experience recovering from stab wounds." Tone wry, he met her gaze, wondering what she'd make of that particular claim. "And no offense, I'm pretty sure I could take him in a fight if necessary."
Not quite sure how to respond to her compliments, he looked away again after the kiss ended, cheeks now a furious crimson. "Well then." He cleared his throat a bit awkwardly. "We both think the other is wonderful. So...uh, don't take this the wrong way but um, now what?" Giving her a sheepish look, he lifted one hand to scratch the back of his head.
Will blood tell
