The white sheep of the family
Loren grinned at Weaver's challenge. "I'll do you one better: hunting and bartending." Winking at her, he raised his eyebrows as if to ask how well he did answering.
"I am." It came out in a much simpler and more sincere tone than he'd intended. Still, he smiled, even if he did flush a bit at the same time.
However, his expression grew more serious as she continued, albeit in an entirely sympathetic and understanding way. "I get it. Believe me I do." He let out a huff of laughter. "But needing help every once in a while doesn't make you weak." Still smiling, he met her eyes, his own gaze soft. "It makes you human."
With that, he kissed the corner of her mouth. "And I very much like the idea of you being human right now, if you can forgive me for saying so." His tone was equal parts teasing and suggestive.
All thoughts of last names left his mind as well. The kiss was simultaneously everything he wanted and not nearly enough. Breaking it off with a growl, he began kiss and nipping his way down her neck. However, with a groan he wrenched his mouth from her skin. Holding her effortlessly, he smirked. "I don't know exactly what you had in mind, but we probably shouldn't scandalize the cooks. At least not too much." Voice and expression wicked, he bent down again to kiss down the other side of her neck, devouring every inch of skin he could reach.
"I am." It came out in a much simpler and more sincere tone than he'd intended. Still, he smiled, even if he did flush a bit at the same time.
However, his expression grew more serious as she continued, albeit in an entirely sympathetic and understanding way. "I get it. Believe me I do." He let out a huff of laughter. "But needing help every once in a while doesn't make you weak." Still smiling, he met her eyes, his own gaze soft. "It makes you human."
With that, he kissed the corner of her mouth. "And I very much like the idea of you being human right now, if you can forgive me for saying so." His tone was equal parts teasing and suggestive.
All thoughts of last names left his mind as well. The kiss was simultaneously everything he wanted and not nearly enough. Breaking it off with a growl, he began kiss and nipping his way down her neck. However, with a groan he wrenched his mouth from her skin. Holding her effortlessly, he smirked. "I don't know exactly what you had in mind, but we probably shouldn't scandalize the cooks. At least not too much." Voice and expression wicked, he bent down again to kiss down the other side of her neck, devouring every inch of skin he could reach.
Will blood tell
