Re: The Bar
The laugh that came in response was low, reverberating from the chest as the corners of his eyes, hidden behind those dark glasses, crinkled in amusement. Definitely something else, this one, he thought to himself as the dance of her fingers worked down his chest. He let her roam for a while, freedom given until he snatched up that wandering hand, bringing it to his lips to press a brief kiss to her knuckles.
"You're used to living on the edge, aren't you?" he murmured in low tones, pitched just loud enough to reach her and her alone. "I can tell you're not afraid. A little sad, at that. Everyone should fear something." This was spoken lower, moving closer and closer towards her, head tipping down to breathe in deeply, a lungful of her feminine bouquet. "I like that fearlessness," he breathed out, the tip his nose bumping against her earlobe, a moment of contact before he retreated, releasing her fingers as he signaled for another round for the pair of them.