Re: Rorie/Garret/Mal
Honestly, even in his drunken brilliance, Garret had expected a little bit of resistance from Rorie. After all, he was just now starting to trust Mal again, and this was a lot more than just hanging out together watching movies. This was a lot more. But this was incredible! This was going to be so, so sexy.
"I should talk to him first," he whispered, trailing his tongue over the shell of Rorie's ear, getting him as hot and bothered as he possibly could. "You go get another drink, cuz you're not drunk enough I don't think... and get me one... an' I'll go butter up the pup." Heh, that rhymed. Giggling, he pressed another kiss to Rorie, then smacked him on the ass to send him on his way. He didn't want to come to Mal as a pair, like they were teaming up against him, because if Mal didn't want to then he wouldn't force him. But he couldn't imagine why he wouldn't want to, because just thinking about it was getting Garret's blood pumping.
Finding Mal amongst the wallflowers in the back, Garret grinned, pressing himself against the hound and pinning him to the wall. "Heeeeeey, baby," he drawled, both hands running up the man's sides.