whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Nate's hand crept up Loren's chest, he smirked. "I'll keep that in mind." His own hands came to rest on the doctor's hip, digging in painfully. For anyone else at least. The healer frowned a bit as the other man pulled away though. Then the Launceleyn's expression grew a bit more naughty. Shifting, he splayed invitingly in the chair. "You could show me the error of my ways." His voice was low and suggestive. "Punish me." Raising his eyebrows challengingly, he stared directly at Nate.
Without moving, Loren watched the doctor begin to leave. "There's plenty to check up on, yes." Grinning, the healer watched the other man leave, wondering if the Launceleyn's invitation would be enticing enough for another round.
However, he cleared his throat delicately. "You might want to cover up. Don't want the guards imprisoning you for public indecency."
what goes, let go
LOREN
