whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren smirked slightly at Nate's response. "So you want another performance with me?" The hands on the doctor's body grew a bit rougher, bolder, scratching and pinching where before they had roamed almost aimlessly. "I wouldn't mind an encore, considering how incredible the first performance was." The healer's voice came out practically in a purr. Raising his eyebrows, he gave the other man a challenging look, as if asking if that was flattery enough.As the Launceleyn noticed the annoyance on Nate's face, the healer's smirk deepened. "Did you want to leave your mark on me?" Lifting one hand from the doctor's body, the Launceleyn traced it down the skin of his neck, tilting his head to one side invitingly as he did. "I suppose that can be arranged." As it stood, there were no blemishes or scars on his body, a side effect of his frequent use of healing magic.
what goes, let go
LOREN
