Re: Rorie/Garret/Mal
Chuckling, Garret shook his head a little, a smirk creeping over his lips. "Oh baby, if I wanted you to dance, you would dance," he purred. Mal had danced every time Garret had demanded it tonight (which was only twice, because he knew the hound hated it), and he knew that if he wanted, Mal would again. Because Garret was lucky, damned lucky, to have his boys. He loved those boys.
"Rorie and I were talking," he said drunkly, running his fingertips over Mal's lips, "and we were thinking... that maybe the three of us should go somewhere." His eyes were dark, heavy with suggestion, grazing over Mal's face. Mmm, he could just eat that man up right here. "Y'know... together. You and me, me and him... and you two, if you wanted..."