Re: Rorie/Garret/Mal
Mal knew how to make Garret melt, with the smallest, simplest gestures. Sometimes it seemed completely unfair, and sometimes Garret could do nothing but bask in it. Purring, he melted against Mal's chest, his head swimming a little. "Fucking," he said huskily, looking down to meet the hound's gaze. "You, and I, and he. Fucking. All night." Mal loved the game, and Garret loved to challenge his game. Sometimes he was coy, he played along, but not tonight. No, tonight he was ready to go, he was eager and anxious and his blood was pounding hard.