AINO
That was not the reaction Aino had been expecting. Arching brows traveled high towards the hairline, and for the first time she took a moment to look at the person she had been pursuing. Lush... did not even begin to describe her. Honey and cream would be better descriptions. Or perhaps whiskey and silk sheets - the lass certainly looked comfortable enough to be reclinging on such, where she lay pinned to a snow-covered roof.
The flattery only made Aino straddle the woman's legs, to make sure she would not try to leave before this debt was settled. Releasing the arms, she sat back and folded her hands under the bust, a cool expression casting doubt that a thief would be able to double anything more than a jail sentence. "And how, pray tell, do ye plan on payin for it? With yer silver tongue? I'll have ye know, I've got no use for drinks, stories or tumblin' in the sack."
Best to stave off such offers from the start; it seemed a likely course, given the banter so far. Pretty? Her? The lass must have trouble with her eyesight.
The flattery only made Aino straddle the woman's legs, to make sure she would not try to leave before this debt was settled. Releasing the arms, she sat back and folded her hands under the bust, a cool expression casting doubt that a thief would be able to double anything more than a jail sentence. "And how, pray tell, do ye plan on payin for it? With yer silver tongue? I'll have ye know, I've got no use for drinks, stories or tumblin' in the sack."
Best to stave off such offers from the start; it seemed a likely course, given the banter so far. Pretty? Her? The lass must have trouble with her eyesight.
For the good times that we share,
and the bad times that we'll have
and the bad times that we'll have
