Ruth’s head tilted, mind awash with visions of them at it while snug in her cubby. For a long moment he was pleasantly distracted, lips twitching at the corner with her filthy musings - reality set in however, and he’d scoff, “More like I’d smack my noggin’ off the rafters doing some move with my luck.” Which was none more often than not. “You know I prefer to spread you eagle and feast at my leisure, for a while anyways.” And he couldn’t do as good a job all cramped and cosy like.
A bath was a luxury on the road. He’d dip into rivers when he couldn’t afford a room, but with his aversion to the cool temperatures Ruth made those occasions few and far between. His often raggedy appearance left most thinking him a thief or light fingered in trade, his hot temper backing it up when fights and scuffles broke out, but then at the end, there he was, patching the group all up. It was easy to forget when he’d previously had to hide them, these days less so.
His grin turned upwards once again at hearing her words, fanning the already inflated ego he’d swaggered in with. “But they don’t have you coasting that edge like I can, do they darlin’?” An almost daring smugness came over his features, pleased with himself with that particular nugget of a line. “... Fuck, gonna have to use that again, that was good.”
This was what he missed, the teasing back and forth, the playful banter that was in tune enough that Ruth often wondered in the dark, twilight moments. Could they? Na. There was a connection there, but not anything of real substance beyond a mutual arrangement and friendship. Since the Inquisition, he’d avoided any sort of attachment, the idea of being tied down sending him bolting at the barest indication. Ruth had opened up and it had turned around and snatched his hand near clean off, and while he was familiar with reserving his trust, he’d never expected it from someone who’d professed to love him.
Love was for fools.
He chuckled behind a wall of fabric, his hair fluffed as the gathered layers pulled over his head, tossed to the unknown, and shaking it out he’d shrug, grin flickering wickedly. “Almost right. Not all of them were cunts, got some ass too.” Yes, he had an appetite for both. Not at the same time though, he was too jealous to share anything, especially when it came to his partner's attention.
The soft brush of her lips earned her a narrowed look. The teasing wench. Grinning, his head tilting to track her gaze. She didn’t offer him time to answer, but he wouldn’t allow her to leave him so quickly. A hand came around to the back of her head, drawing her closer for a heavier, more demanding kiss than this chaste bullshit. Ruth released her as she pulled back, smirking at her backing up and bidding he join her.
“Not right this second, but certainly copious later.”
A bath was a luxury on the road. He’d dip into rivers when he couldn’t afford a room, but with his aversion to the cool temperatures Ruth made those occasions few and far between. His often raggedy appearance left most thinking him a thief or light fingered in trade, his hot temper backing it up when fights and scuffles broke out, but then at the end, there he was, patching the group all up. It was easy to forget when he’d previously had to hide them, these days less so.
His grin turned upwards once again at hearing her words, fanning the already inflated ego he’d swaggered in with. “But they don’t have you coasting that edge like I can, do they darlin’?” An almost daring smugness came over his features, pleased with himself with that particular nugget of a line. “... Fuck, gonna have to use that again, that was good.”
This was what he missed, the teasing back and forth, the playful banter that was in tune enough that Ruth often wondered in the dark, twilight moments. Could they? Na. There was a connection there, but not anything of real substance beyond a mutual arrangement and friendship. Since the Inquisition, he’d avoided any sort of attachment, the idea of being tied down sending him bolting at the barest indication. Ruth had opened up and it had turned around and snatched his hand near clean off, and while he was familiar with reserving his trust, he’d never expected it from someone who’d professed to love him.
Love was for fools.
He chuckled behind a wall of fabric, his hair fluffed as the gathered layers pulled over his head, tossed to the unknown, and shaking it out he’d shrug, grin flickering wickedly. “Almost right. Not all of them were cunts, got some ass too.” Yes, he had an appetite for both. Not at the same time though, he was too jealous to share anything, especially when it came to his partner's attention.
The soft brush of her lips earned her a narrowed look. The teasing wench. Grinning, his head tilting to track her gaze. She didn’t offer him time to answer, but he wouldn’t allow her to leave him so quickly. A hand came around to the back of her head, drawing her closer for a heavier, more demanding kiss than this chaste bullshit. Ruth released her as she pulled back, smirking at her backing up and bidding he join her.
“Not right this second, but certainly copious later.”
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