The white sheep of the family
Loren grinned at Weaver. "You're good at lots of things." The words came out teasingly, but there was a honest truth to them as well.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he lowered his hands from her hair to rest on her shoulders. "Lucky me." And no, he wasn't just talking about the fact that she didn't mind his appearance.
Pausing for a moment at her question, he finally shook his head. "No. Of course not. But...then it's not really a mask anymore, is it?" He smiled a bit sadly, before reaching up to cup her cheek. "I hope you know there's no shame in breaking. And there are those who would be more than happy to help you put yourself back together again." Then his lips twitched in amusement. "Not that I think you'd need help."
Chuckling, he shrugged. "People keep telling me to do that. Perhaps I should finally listen to their advice." Tone wry, he raised his eyebrows. "Got any suggestions?" His voice was joking and his eyes glittered mischeviously.
When her legs wrapped around his waist, his arms dropped down so he could wrap them around her lower back. Then, without any hint of trouble, he lifted her off the counter. Although his frame was thin, he was deceptively strong, the long limbs disguising lean muscle. Still kissing her deeply, his tongue darted forward, hoping to taste her properly again.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he lowered his hands from her hair to rest on her shoulders. "Lucky me." And no, he wasn't just talking about the fact that she didn't mind his appearance.
Pausing for a moment at her question, he finally shook his head. "No. Of course not. But...then it's not really a mask anymore, is it?" He smiled a bit sadly, before reaching up to cup her cheek. "I hope you know there's no shame in breaking. And there are those who would be more than happy to help you put yourself back together again." Then his lips twitched in amusement. "Not that I think you'd need help."
Chuckling, he shrugged. "People keep telling me to do that. Perhaps I should finally listen to their advice." Tone wry, he raised his eyebrows. "Got any suggestions?" His voice was joking and his eyes glittered mischeviously.
When her legs wrapped around his waist, his arms dropped down so he could wrap them around her lower back. Then, without any hint of trouble, he lifted her off the counter. Although his frame was thin, he was deceptively strong, the long limbs disguising lean muscle. Still kissing her deeply, his tongue darted forward, hoping to taste her properly again.
Will blood tell
