neron
The pleasure-pain of her fingers on the back of his neck coupled with the way her words stroked his ego... well, the feeling was familiar to say the least, and Zariah would succeed in thawing Neron enough that a small smile crept across his lips. "In time, perhaps," he agreed, his tone equally as hushed. "For now, let me help you instead, Zariah. You're wearing nothing but a nightdress beneath that fur - people will get ideas."
Moving to the door, he glanced over his shoulder to her. "Walk with me? I'll show you to a room, and I'll give you a tour of the citadel," he invited. "If you share what you know of these Hollowed Grounds, then I will share what I know of Halo."
Moving to the door, he glanced over his shoulder to her. "Walk with me? I'll show you to a room, and I'll give you a tour of the citadel," he invited. "If you share what you know of these Hollowed Grounds, then I will share what I know of Halo."
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
