rhys kinlan ; steals hearts (stealhearts) wrote in emillion, |
“Many times, yes,” he said honestly. Mag seemed like a no nonsense type of woman, so he would give her none. “And you are smiling.” He sounded pleased. “Your lips are beautiful.” A time for everything, he continued to sit where he was for now, letting the music do the rest of the talking for him. At least Rhys was being straight-up; she could give him points for that. And Mag couldn’t help being amused at how well he’d crafted the smooth and charming persona. Falling into bed with him, especially the night before such a vital mission, was the last thing on her mind, but it wasn’t hard to see why he was so popular. She had to wonder if she wouldn’t have gladly become one of his conquests, if they’d been anywhere else. “Why, thank you. I’m flattered.” She laughed. “You just let me know when your song runs out of sexual pleasures for me to imagine. I’ll keep my eyes closed until then.” Rhys couldn’t help but smile. “I could keep singing, if you just want to keep imagining...” “How tempting. But then I’ll be distracted from what we actually came here to do, and then where would we be?” she joked. “Or is this song meant to boost my motivation to come out of this in one piece?” “I would not mind continuing this line of conversation after our journey is over,” he said, not missing a beat. She might not be his usual type, but he liked women of all shapes and sizes. Where he’d been so used to soft bodies, he was now curious as to what it would feel like to run his hands along her firm one… if allowed, of course. Mag opened her eyes. The song seemed to be at an end, but Rhys’ antics had helped dispel the dark mood that had hung over her like a raincloud since they’d set up camp. It was already getting late, and it would be better, she decided, to go to sleep now she was in a positive mood, rather than wait for her worries about the following day to return. “Maybe,” she agreed with a smile, and stood. “Some other time. Rest well, Rhys.” She placed a hand on his shoulder, briefly, a small unspoken thanks for the distraction, and made her way back to the tent. “Next time,” he said with a smile as he felt her hand upon his shoulder. While he might have struck out on a tent encounter, he felt that he had definitely helped the odds of this quest being successful. If she managed to get some peaceful rest, then she should have more energy and be able to focus better the day after. He turned to watch her briefly, before turning back to the fire and starting a new song. |