All they needed was a small fire, and they could’ve stayed out there all night, he thought, but no. Even wrapped up in his shirt along with the blanket and his arm, body keeping the cold air at bay, she’d likely catch some chill and that wasn’t what Colt wished to leave her with. Idly his fingers trailed a soothing caress against her skin, in an almost silent worship of her form without crossing the delicate line between innocent and carnal.
He wanted her to enjoy the freedoms the rest of them had. To be themselves without the overhanging expectation to be, say and do what someone else wanted, to be herself beneath the title she’d assumed out of the lack of choice. Had he stayed, endured his father for a while longer, could they have met earlier? It was a thought he hadn’t entertained till now, and Colt would only let his mind linger on it for a short few tens of seconds, quickly forgotten in a blink against the sky above. Maybe it was something he dream about later, of them meeting before, of them courting earlier and them both saving the other, cutting out the lonely years spent adrift.
Colt’s chuckle rumbled out of him, deep and warm, his cheeks deepening with what he’d say.[color=#c10300] “Be pretty shit if I was having the same dream again, though it never began with me hittin’ Frank… and he’s got an easy face to hit.” [/color]He’d grin, though it faltered as she nibbled against his skin, shuddering and gently, playfully nudging her head with his own, [color=#c10300]“See, told you. Wee snuggler.” [/color]
He’d nod, chin rubbing against her shoulder at them sharing stories, the grin softening into a small smile, [color=#c10300]“That’s fair."[/color] While he was open about most things, Colt understood his temper, channelling it into his work instead of letting people bait him, draw him into a conflict that few understood the consequences of. There was a reason he didn't want to go back to the farm, not knowing was better.
He couldn't describe the myriad of feelings that flooded through him as she called him, [color=#008e02]my Colt[/color], the grin across his face inexcusable. His ears felt hot, that was about all he could really tell, squeezing her gently before letting up and tilting his head at her. [color=#c10300]“...Good. Our dates don’t include the blonde bawbag. He’s not the one I want to spend time with. That time’s for us.”[/color] Though, judging from how her eyes drooped and how she’d likely been running around from dawn now into the dark, an early night was ahead for the two. He withdrew a hand to push back a skewed hair.
[color=#c10300]“I think it might be time for someones bedtime? And, you gonna protest if I say I’ll carry you?”[/color]
He wanted her to enjoy the freedoms the rest of them had. To be themselves without the overhanging expectation to be, say and do what someone else wanted, to be herself beneath the title she’d assumed out of the lack of choice. Had he stayed, endured his father for a while longer, could they have met earlier? It was a thought he hadn’t entertained till now, and Colt would only let his mind linger on it for a short few tens of seconds, quickly forgotten in a blink against the sky above. Maybe it was something he dream about later, of them meeting before, of them courting earlier and them both saving the other, cutting out the lonely years spent adrift.
Colt’s chuckle rumbled out of him, deep and warm, his cheeks deepening with what he’d say.[color=#c10300] “Be pretty shit if I was having the same dream again, though it never began with me hittin’ Frank… and he’s got an easy face to hit.” [/color]He’d grin, though it faltered as she nibbled against his skin, shuddering and gently, playfully nudging her head with his own, [color=#c10300]“See, told you. Wee snuggler.” [/color]
He’d nod, chin rubbing against her shoulder at them sharing stories, the grin softening into a small smile, [color=#c10300]“That’s fair."[/color] While he was open about most things, Colt understood his temper, channelling it into his work instead of letting people bait him, draw him into a conflict that few understood the consequences of. There was a reason he didn't want to go back to the farm, not knowing was better.
He couldn't describe the myriad of feelings that flooded through him as she called him, [color=#008e02]my Colt[/color], the grin across his face inexcusable. His ears felt hot, that was about all he could really tell, squeezing her gently before letting up and tilting his head at her. [color=#c10300]“...Good. Our dates don’t include the blonde bawbag. He’s not the one I want to spend time with. That time’s for us.”[/color] Though, judging from how her eyes drooped and how she’d likely been running around from dawn now into the dark, an early night was ahead for the two. He withdrew a hand to push back a skewed hair.
[color=#c10300]“I think it might be time for someones bedtime? And, you gonna protest if I say I’ll carry you?”[/color]
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