Re: Top Deck, away from the bridge
He wasn’t looking for expecting an apology. The claws were in her nature, as was her reaction, and to expect or berate her for anything less wouldn’t have been him. He took her apology though, breathed across his cheek and curved against his mouth. He had been drowning in the sensations as well, the sound of her sighs, the taste of her lips, and when he heard her question he paused. In truth, he had no idea. He had only done a cursory tour of the ship, finding nothing of interest until he had been on the deck.
“Somewhere warmer.” He wasn’t chilled, nights running rooftops conditioning him to the cold, and he doubted she minded with all that fur, but pawing at a woman, no pun intended, was better somewhere indoors. “Unless you wanted to stay out here.” Something told him no one would have cared much if they continued on as they were there, necking like teenagers, hands and lips all over. But maybe she did, and he was nothing but a gentleman. He had to at least ask.