Swords. News of what she did got heavier all the time. This time, not just a crude weapon and a fanged monster, but a thinking creature, out to destroy and not simply kill for food. He couldn’t change any of it and Valerie wouldn’t want him to try, so he made up his mind to try and make any minute of her life that was in his span of control sweeter. Safer. He didn’t know what he would do if she disappeared for a while, stopped calling back. Go out of his mind worrying, he guessed.
“Yeah,” he said, looking up with heavy-lidded eyes. “Lots of things.” His hand migrated past her hip and into her back pocket. He hooked his thumb over it and left it to rest there, comfortable but possessive, too. “What’s your middle name? When’s your birthday? Do you hate nicknames?” He kissed the soft flesh behind her earlobe. Her hair smelled like shampoo and perfume. By now his hormones had calmed down, but the floral scent still did things to his stomach.
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on 2013-09-24 09:57 pm (UTC)“Yeah,” he said, looking up with heavy-lidded eyes. “Lots of things.” His hand migrated past her hip and into her back pocket. He hooked his thumb over it and left it to rest there, comfortable but possessive, too. “What’s your middle name? When’s your birthday? Do you hate nicknames?” He kissed the soft flesh behind her earlobe. Her hair smelled like shampoo and perfume. By now his hormones had calmed down, but the floral scent still did things to his stomach.