His fingers begin to creep along her thigh, and she does not stop them, instead letting him win her over with pure flattery. Though perhaps what he says is also true, for she was at least some of the things he says. Confident, skilled at certain things, beautiful. All things she knows and flaunts, in her way.
”It is always cold in Halo. We do have to find ways to keep warm,” she says, not moving away. She needs no such help here, beneath the brutal sun of Torchline, but there are worse things than getting a bit sweaty.
He takes the fish, teeth catching on the edges of her fingers, tongue brushing against them lightly. Weaver reaches out and takes a larger piece of fish this time, sticking it between her teeth with half the fish still sticking out of her mouth and a playful grin on her face. It is a clear enough invitation.
”It is always cold in Halo. We do have to find ways to keep warm,” she says, not moving away. She needs no such help here, beneath the brutal sun of Torchline, but there are worse things than getting a bit sweaty.
He takes the fish, teeth catching on the edges of her fingers, tongue brushing against them lightly. Weaver reaches out and takes a larger piece of fish this time, sticking it between her teeth with half the fish still sticking out of her mouth and a playful grin on her face. It is a clear enough invitation.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
