Re: May's Cottage: May & Rory
[If he'd tried to pull away, his arm would've easily escaped her fingers. She was strong, but there was a limit to it - especially since most of her strength came from years of digging in the earth and not from anything especially supernatural. She was, after all, human.
His shift into amusement earned a roll of her eyes, his arm finally returning to his own keeping as she let go, but though her expression read as annoyance, there was still warmth in her eyes. And it lingered as the kitchen went quieter, her movements gentler. There was a feeling, for a moment, of being out of time. Not the sort that came at the end of a race, but the sort that lifted away from time's usual flow. A moment removed. Whether it actually was, or if it was just an odd sort of feeling, was hard to determine.
She tapped a fingertip against the inner rise of his collarbone, just before it dipped into the hollow of his throat. It wasn't hard, not a knocking or rapping, but just a point of contact to announce itself skin to skin. The talk of revenge didn't surprise her, not from a man like Rory (even without whatever else he was). She'd seen plenty of them in her years, some even asking for her help in their vengeance. It was a rare thing for her to agree to that though - though it wasn't unheard of.
And then she smiled, and it came accompanied by the exhaled huff of a laugh.] Trust me, you'll know when it's time for you to go. [Her accent was gone again, though the trace of it lingered just barely around her words, like it was only noticeable once it'd been revealed fully.] Whether I say it or the universe does. Neither of us are exactly shy about that sort of thing. [Though it was said with a smile and amusement, there was no hint of falseness in her voice. She flattened her hand, palm to his sternum, holding there for a stuttered second before dropping it away and breaking all physical connection between them.
She turned back to the table to grab the teapot and then moved toward the stove and the still-hot kettle on the hob to make another batch.] Now clean up the damn tea you spilled and I'll think about finding something stronger for you.