09-21-2018, 02:51 PM
My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see
You are disgusting. The breathy accusation startles a laugh from him, whole hearted and deep bodied. Come on now, she should know by now just how men think. His thoughts are quite positively innocent compared to some others out there. I mean, don’t get me wrong, they’re dirty enough. But he respects her and her choices, even if he does tease her endlessly about them. Careless and carefree he might be, but he has seen enough of the world to know that the women who wander it are so often treated terribly. Certainly she must have run into her fair share.
Of course, perhaps that was part of the reason she held on to her prickly demeanor so strongly. She could read thoughts, after all. If actions are bad enough, he can’t even imagine what their thoughts must be.
But he is not built to house such disturbing thoughts for long.
Instead he laughs at her accusation and winks knowingly at her, acknowledging the truth in her statement. Hitching his chin up, he allows the chuckle to fade as she informs him of just how little she cares for his pleasure. “Oh ho! But what about your pleasure?” he teases warmly. Suggestively. “Surely you care about that.” His voice drops to an almost seductive whisper then. “Because I care about yours, even if you don’t care about mine.”
He winks broadly before flashing her another faintly wicked grin.
“How does one think more quietly?” he continues with curiosity, shifting slightly closer once more, though this time leaving enough space that she might feel a bit more secure in her separation. “I really have to know, because lord knows I might actually be able to keep secrets from you if I found that out.” His infectious good humor creeps back in as he struggles to keep the grin on his lips contained. “I mean, how else am I supposed to throw you a surprise birthday party?” He edges just a bit closer then, smile widening despite his efforts to contain it. “Or find out if you’re ticklish?” With swift stealth, he reaches forward, tickling his lips along her ribcage before another laugh bursts from his chest.
Of course, perhaps that was part of the reason she held on to her prickly demeanor so strongly. She could read thoughts, after all. If actions are bad enough, he can’t even imagine what their thoughts must be.
But he is not built to house such disturbing thoughts for long.
Instead he laughs at her accusation and winks knowingly at her, acknowledging the truth in her statement. Hitching his chin up, he allows the chuckle to fade as she informs him of just how little she cares for his pleasure. “Oh ho! But what about your pleasure?” he teases warmly. Suggestively. “Surely you care about that.” His voice drops to an almost seductive whisper then. “Because I care about yours, even if you don’t care about mine.”
He winks broadly before flashing her another faintly wicked grin.
“How does one think more quietly?” he continues with curiosity, shifting slightly closer once more, though this time leaving enough space that she might feel a bit more secure in her separation. “I really have to know, because lord knows I might actually be able to keep secrets from you if I found that out.” His infectious good humor creeps back in as he struggles to keep the grin on his lips contained. “I mean, how else am I supposed to throw you a surprise birthday party?” He edges just a bit closer then, smile widening despite his efforts to contain it. “Or find out if you’re ticklish?” With swift stealth, he reaches forward, tickling his lips along her ribcage before another laugh bursts from his chest.
Fox
It's ok, Fox will teach her all she needs to know :| :|
