The white sheep of the family
"I mean, that's a given." Smirking, Loren hummed thoughtfully. "Well let's see. You're smart, competent, kind, but in a firm way, you're not afraid to speak your mind, and you don't take shit from anyone. And, as we've already covered, pretty." He raised his eyebrow as if to ask Weaver how he was doing.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he narrowed his eyes. "Is that what we're calling it?" This time, he deliberately ran a hand through his hair to leave it messed up.
As she poked him, he nipped the air near her finger, though didn't even come close to actually biting her. When she critiqued his medicines once again, he placed his hand over his heart. "You wound me. Now you're going to need a lot of free booze, and I'm going to need a lot of you, to make it worth my while."
Kissing her properly this time, he raised one hand to cup the back of her head. He made an approving sound in the back of his throat. Pulling away just slightly, he grinned. "Oh, here?" With that, he kissed her again. This time, he opened his lips, inviting her to explore.
"Well we wouldn't want that." Giving her an amused and challenging look, he took a long drink from his cider, finishing it. "I know, but don't tell anyone. I've got a reputation to uphold." Winking, he dropped his voice to a whisper. "Oh yeah? And what's that?" He hopped off the counter he was seated on, moving towards her. Placing his hands on either side of her, he grinned up at her.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he narrowed his eyes. "Is that what we're calling it?" This time, he deliberately ran a hand through his hair to leave it messed up.
As she poked him, he nipped the air near her finger, though didn't even come close to actually biting her. When she critiqued his medicines once again, he placed his hand over his heart. "You wound me. Now you're going to need a lot of free booze, and I'm going to need a lot of you, to make it worth my while."
Kissing her properly this time, he raised one hand to cup the back of her head. He made an approving sound in the back of his throat. Pulling away just slightly, he grinned. "Oh, here?" With that, he kissed her again. This time, he opened his lips, inviting her to explore.
"Well we wouldn't want that." Giving her an amused and challenging look, he took a long drink from his cider, finishing it. "I know, but don't tell anyone. I've got a reputation to uphold." Winking, he dropped his voice to a whisper. "Oh yeah? And what's that?" He hopped off the counter he was seated on, moving towards her. Placing his hands on either side of her, he grinned up at her.
Will blood tell
