Yeah. Welcome to running the town. Next comes the paperwork.
He got to his feet then and shoved her chair with a laugh, rocking her further back.
Something fun huh? No clue either. Unless someone is pointing the wrong end of a sword at me, drinks are on the house or I'm half naked somehow, this town doesn't offer a great deal of fun.
Well, that just means we have to make our won. She got up and offered him a hand, pulling him up.
Hey. I wanted to say. I was thinking. Depending on what you meant by "chemistry" and "spark"...
She put her hand on his chest and moved close, her face only a few inches away from his. She smiled amusedly, her other hand behind her back.
That night in the hot springs I wanted nothing more than for you to throw me over a table and have your way. If you're calling that chemistry, then yes. Maybe I'm wrong.
Grayell smiled suddenly and a familiar glint lit in his eyes. He studied her this close, quite aware that with such a simple gesture she should command his interest. It amused him, made him cheerful at least.
If you thought I meant anything else well.... then you're just being silly.
Blueberry, we are friends. I care about you as a friend. That's all that matters. I don't want anything else, we never had anything else. It took a lot of work and confusion to get here and dammit... I love you as a friend. But that's not what I was talking about.
He lifted his hand and gently pressed his index to her chin, lifted it a little and his eyes took on a rather ravenous demeanour, almost glared down at her. He was of course still smiling.
But when I said chemistry, I meant nothing of emotion. No. What I was saying is that there is a raw, primal, savage need in me to tear your clothing off and f**k the ever loving shit out of you.
Now, if you don't think we share that spark... well. Then I just can't read you right.
She smiled cheerfully, patting the side of his face.
Likewise, Grayell. Likewise. But poor you, tying yourself down to some foreign girl. She winked, turning and letting her finger trail down his chin and off his face.
You don't know what you're missing. She walked to the exit and stopped in the doorway, throwing a look back. It was honest, but still playful and predatory.
You're a good friend. I hope we can disagree and stay that way. And hey... She tapped the doorframe in thought.
Grayell slid back onto the table with a cheshire cat grin. He watched her leave and then felt the need for a cigarette. Which they may have invented yet. Sitting alone, left smiling to himself... he sighed in the best way.
Hmmm. Gee I have the strongest craving for some blueberries....
He laughed and grabbed his cloak, pulling it over his shoulder. He was glad they were friends, glad they could be fun. If they didn't have that sexual attraction... well they'd likely never talk. It was as good a foundation for a friendship as any.
Now. He had 'some foreign girl' that could all too readily wipe his mind of any other thoughts. And he too hoped she was ok with a little fun.... with him.
1492:- Columbus discovers tobacco; "Certain Dried Leaves" are received as gifts, and thrown away. 1556-1558:- Tobacco introduced to France, Spain and Portugal
Just an FYI.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Some time after that: Kiko get's a federally mandated warning label regarding danger of physical addiction and unending infatuation for big, white haired lugs.
Symptoms include: stammering, swooning, chills, sweats, nervousness, repeating dreams, aches and pains of certain male anatomy, anxiety, elatedness, almost irrational feeling of well being and satisfaction, entire lack of interest in the color blue and a resentment to get out of bed in the morning.
There is reported to be no known cure for Kiko infatuation syndrome, now known as KIS.
If symptoms persist, speak to your mother or kiss the damn girl.