Tomb Raiding, Spiders, and Spell Flingers

A simple truth and she melted like butter, it was almost comical how quickly she went from all guns blazing to beetroot red and stammering. Ruth smirked, but didn’t offer any further comment as he let his magic work over both of them. Even as her gaze shifted quickly, he could tell she was observing him, ear picking up on the slight change in the water, the pulse beating in her hand. His concentration lay elsewhere though, divided between the different injuries. One post-surgery while he’d suffered a mere inconvenience that stung worse than carpet burned knee’s after a good fuck.

Yet she caused a brow to arch curiously as she addressed him as ‘hers’. Mine, is it? he’d chuckle, a snort finding the end of it. A while ago she was cursing him out, then suddenly talking filth under duress, now it was babbling words. I ain’t anyones. Prefer it that way, Spiderbait. His eyes closed, thinking that was the end of it, but no, she had more to say apparently. Had he really unnerved her to the point of near stupor or was this all the last remnants of the venom?

It wasn’t real. Her inability to keep his gaze reassured him she didn’t actually mean it. Nor would he, if she was even serious about it. Fogged, he’d have been more inclined, but there was no bump, nor nip of alcohol to fuel the usual bravado that went hand in hand with his usual persuasion. She’d regret it, Ruth thought. In the morning light she’d see that empty space and curse him out, burn a professional contact for kicks. No.

I think you misheard me, brows furrowing a fraction, though they still arched with underlying wickedness. I said when we’re not stabbed, bitten and recovering. I don’t fuck half-dead corpses, even if I’ve done the surgery, Precious. I already told you the terms before. His peeking eye mirrored that same sentiment, though as she named the shade her skin was slowly building to, he laughed heartily.

Ruthmillion, he repeated, mulling over the name with a slight tilt of his head. Mmm. It might grow on me, might not.