The white sheep of the family
Letting out a huff of laughter, Loren grinned. "You don't have to have a witty comeback to everything." As Weaver released her braid, he reached up with one hand. Tangling his fingers in it, he stroked it, almost entranced by the feeling of it.
His eyes were drawn to hers soon enough though. "Me neither." Tone pleased, he kissed her forehead gently.
Smirking a bit, he shrugged. "My appearance never really mattered to me." Flushing, expression sheepish, he continued playing with her hair. When she mentioned masks, he smiled sadly. "I know what that's like." Shaking his head a bit, he gave her an understanding look. "For a long time it felt like I had lost myself in trying to be someone I wasn't. Someone I thought other people wanted me to be." The words came out quietly, but at least there wasn't any guilt or shame in them.
Sighing, he inclined his head and acknowledged the point. Then his lips twitched with amusement. "Maybe I should post on the Notice Board. 'Not a real Launceleyn.'" It was a completely ridiculous suggestion.
Thankfully, her reaction to his suggestive whisper was everything he could've hoped for. As her teeth nibbled at his thumb, his breath hitched a bit. His lips moved down to her neck and he bit down just short of leaving a mark. "I'd prefer that too. And I'd be glad to get sweaty with you." Lifting his head, he winked at her.
As she listed her rules, he listened patiently and closely. However, when she asked if he could agree to them, he actually barked out a laugh. Moving forward again, he finally pressed his body against hers, any doubts banished. "Extremely acceptable. In fact, it would be my pleasure." With that, he captured her mouth for another hungry kiss.
His eyes were drawn to hers soon enough though. "Me neither." Tone pleased, he kissed her forehead gently.
Smirking a bit, he shrugged. "My appearance never really mattered to me." Flushing, expression sheepish, he continued playing with her hair. When she mentioned masks, he smiled sadly. "I know what that's like." Shaking his head a bit, he gave her an understanding look. "For a long time it felt like I had lost myself in trying to be someone I wasn't. Someone I thought other people wanted me to be." The words came out quietly, but at least there wasn't any guilt or shame in them.
Sighing, he inclined his head and acknowledged the point. Then his lips twitched with amusement. "Maybe I should post on the Notice Board. 'Not a real Launceleyn.'" It was a completely ridiculous suggestion.
Thankfully, her reaction to his suggestive whisper was everything he could've hoped for. As her teeth nibbled at his thumb, his breath hitched a bit. His lips moved down to her neck and he bit down just short of leaving a mark. "I'd prefer that too. And I'd be glad to get sweaty with you." Lifting his head, he winked at her.
As she listed her rules, he listened patiently and closely. However, when she asked if he could agree to them, he actually barked out a laugh. Moving forward again, he finally pressed his body against hers, any doubts banished. "Extremely acceptable. In fact, it would be my pleasure." With that, he captured her mouth for another hungry kiss.
Will blood tell
