"[color=#2ecc40]Not quite like that huh?[/color]" She teased him with a smile as she leaned up and placed a small kiss along the underside of his jaw, reluctant to leave the warmth of his arms, of his lap. He held her like she was precious, gave her a feeling of being precious, so she didn't want to leave it, not even when she had plans of being on her knees for him in a few minutes. Get him to sit down in a chair and let her mouth show him just how appreciative she was of him stepping in earlier. "[color=#2ecc40]It could be like that you know.[/color]"
And with that, she carefully unfolded herself from his grasp, her behind sliding all the way into his lap as she went to crawl over him to get up. She knew if she didn't move now, she'd be likely to stay right there like that with him until either everyone passed out or went to bed. She could sleep there, curled up with him, and never feel unsafe, she realized as she paused there in his lap. "[color=#2ecc40]Okay okay, you know where things are, I'll get you a good bit of grub.[/color]"
She finally slipped off his lap completely, now on his other side so that she could slide out from the little cubby, straightening her dress as she lifted the curtain of red lace aside, before slipping around the bar to to the kitchen. She couldn't linger, if she lingered.. But while she worked in the kitchen, knife cutting up cubed of cheese, and some melon and adding them to a tray on a plate. Some pickles too, made their way on a small dish. A large bowl of the stew that she took time to fish out extra meat for him, and a load of the round bread she normally would put soup in, they all made their way to the tray before she thought about adding something sweet on there too, a jar of jam added on a whim. She loaded a tea pot and two mismatched mugs, as well as a personal keg of some of the stuff she kept in her cubby hole, before making her way towards the stairs.
When she backed into the room, she was happy he hadn't latched the door, so it was easy for her to let herself in, her foot catching the swinging door with practice, and knocking it closed as she came nearer with the heavy tray. "[color=#2ecc40]Looks like you made short work of it, and I hope you're hungry, I brought you enough to put some meat on that frame of yours. A strong wind would knock you down, I'm sure of it.[/color]"
She pushed the tray over on the table as she slid into one of the table chairs there, trying not to stare at his forearms, the tattoos there, and the sudden thought of having the time to trace all of them with her tongue coming to her like a bolt of lightning. Gods, she wanted to put her mouth on him, and that realization gave her a bit of a fright. She normally didn't like to kiss, nor want to use her mouth on anyone, save her favorite, and the fact that she had the image of Colt, naked, eyes dark and needy, watching her as she made her way along his body and mapped each and every mark on his skin with her tongue had her shifting in her seat. But she quickly pushed that aside, returning to the fact that she was in the big room, with him, and the way his arm flexed under the ink. She wanted those arms back around her, all the more safe she felt in them. All the more cherished she felt in them. She'd never felt cherished in anyone's arms, her entire life, not even the few times the old man had hugged her as a tiny child when she had been crying, never had she felt what she did earlier that evening when he had held her.
"[color=#2ecc40]Come eat, Colt, then we can get you in the tub and you can let me scrub your back for you.[/color]" She really had no idea he intended on getting her in the tub.
And with that, she carefully unfolded herself from his grasp, her behind sliding all the way into his lap as she went to crawl over him to get up. She knew if she didn't move now, she'd be likely to stay right there like that with him until either everyone passed out or went to bed. She could sleep there, curled up with him, and never feel unsafe, she realized as she paused there in his lap. "[color=#2ecc40]Okay okay, you know where things are, I'll get you a good bit of grub.[/color]"
She finally slipped off his lap completely, now on his other side so that she could slide out from the little cubby, straightening her dress as she lifted the curtain of red lace aside, before slipping around the bar to to the kitchen. She couldn't linger, if she lingered.. But while she worked in the kitchen, knife cutting up cubed of cheese, and some melon and adding them to a tray on a plate. Some pickles too, made their way on a small dish. A large bowl of the stew that she took time to fish out extra meat for him, and a load of the round bread she normally would put soup in, they all made their way to the tray before she thought about adding something sweet on there too, a jar of jam added on a whim. She loaded a tea pot and two mismatched mugs, as well as a personal keg of some of the stuff she kept in her cubby hole, before making her way towards the stairs.
When she backed into the room, she was happy he hadn't latched the door, so it was easy for her to let herself in, her foot catching the swinging door with practice, and knocking it closed as she came nearer with the heavy tray. "[color=#2ecc40]Looks like you made short work of it, and I hope you're hungry, I brought you enough to put some meat on that frame of yours. A strong wind would knock you down, I'm sure of it.[/color]"
She pushed the tray over on the table as she slid into one of the table chairs there, trying not to stare at his forearms, the tattoos there, and the sudden thought of having the time to trace all of them with her tongue coming to her like a bolt of lightning. Gods, she wanted to put her mouth on him, and that realization gave her a bit of a fright. She normally didn't like to kiss, nor want to use her mouth on anyone, save her favorite, and the fact that she had the image of Colt, naked, eyes dark and needy, watching her as she made her way along his body and mapped each and every mark on his skin with her tongue had her shifting in her seat. But she quickly pushed that aside, returning to the fact that she was in the big room, with him, and the way his arm flexed under the ink. She wanted those arms back around her, all the more safe she felt in them. All the more cherished she felt in them. She'd never felt cherished in anyone's arms, her entire life, not even the few times the old man had hugged her as a tiny child when she had been crying, never had she felt what she did earlier that evening when he had held her.
"[color=#2ecc40]Come eat, Colt, then we can get you in the tub and you can let me scrub your back for you.[/color]" She really had no idea he intended on getting her in the tub.
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