"And if not? Y'know it isn't so bad. Loads of folks act as if they do, but really they don't. At least you're honest about it." The thief replied with a shrug of his own. "Orgasms are good for the soul." He added, hand over his heart. "'Sides if you're really so in with Frey, you should know that." This was punctuated by a bob of his brows.
"Brady?" James paused. He was pleased she hadn't gone all wheepy or whiny on him, demanding to know his real name. Besides, Brady wasn't as boring as James, so he was alright with it. "I'm good with that, though if I find out you've got some lab mice 'round here called Brady as well, I might be a wee bit offended." His grin said that he absolutely wouldn't. Might even let her experiment on him if she wanted.
James made as if he was going to be forced to swallow, the con working perfectly of course, as she reached up to kiss him. Given all his experience, he really was a rather good kisser. However because this was a life or death situation, the thief let his tongue slide forward into Phoebe's mouth, hoping to tangle against hers. The whole point was to share the oil after all. Shifting himself ever so slightly to face her, one of his hands considering reaching for her hip but deciding against it, it was the thief who broke the kiss first (perhaps surprisingly), though he didn't pull all the way back. Instead, he'd let himself linger near her for as long as it took for her to either pull away entirely or to go back in for seconds. He knew which he wanted of course.
"Brady?" James paused. He was pleased she hadn't gone all wheepy or whiny on him, demanding to know his real name. Besides, Brady wasn't as boring as James, so he was alright with it. "I'm good with that, though if I find out you've got some lab mice 'round here called Brady as well, I might be a wee bit offended." His grin said that he absolutely wouldn't. Might even let her experiment on him if she wanted.
James made as if he was going to be forced to swallow, the con working perfectly of course, as she reached up to kiss him. Given all his experience, he really was a rather good kisser. However because this was a life or death situation, the thief let his tongue slide forward into Phoebe's mouth, hoping to tangle against hers. The whole point was to share the oil after all. Shifting himself ever so slightly to face her, one of his hands considering reaching for her hip but deciding against it, it was the thief who broke the kiss first (perhaps surprisingly), though he didn't pull all the way back. Instead, he'd let himself linger near her for as long as it took for her to either pull away entirely or to go back in for seconds. He knew which he wanted of course.
{steps on my own emotions and grinds
them into the dirt with my heel} anyways.
them into the dirt with my heel} anyways.
