Her fingers brushed along his jaw. They were soft, and undeserving of the rough, ruddy scruff that they had to traverse along the clearly defined line. She kept her nails cut low, but still painted them in a mild peach that he had come to like. Gods, her touch was like silk. Slowly the dainty digits ran along the side of his granite-textured face, exploring, stroking and teasing...
...before clutching his ear in a vice grip to give it a good hard yank.
Berrod yelped and immediately clapped a big hand over hers, desperately seeking to free his smarting ear from her torment. "Ow! 'Ey, 'ey! What's that for?!"
The Midlander woman did not relinquish it, standing two full fulms less than him with hair of darkest night and eyes of blue fire. Her features were soft, but the expression upon them was fearsome to behold. "Four moons! Four moons, Berrod Armstrong! Not a word about where you'd been and now you call me from across the street asking for 'a lil sugar'?!"
"Ginny -- I -- ow! Bugger, let go! I can explain --"
"No!" Ginny refused shrilly. The normal, silky melody that was her voice had been replaced with an ear splitting shriek of indignation. "First I hear you've gone north, then rumors that you weren't coming back -- -then- I hear you're running a business! You cad! You absolute cad! How could -- my eyes are up here, Berrod!"
Having sought comfort from the assault in the alluring rise of her bosom, Berrod found his foot accosted by a sharp stomp from her heel. The Highlander yowled and sharply pulled the limb away. "M'sorry! Thal's hairy balls, leggo!"
"As if sorry could cut it! I'd give you a good thrashing if you weren't made of bloody stone. The next time you decide to run off and dissappear for moons at a time, you tell me, you hear?"
Refusal was not an option, his ear was a precious hostage. "Awright, awright, you got it!"Â
It was sweet relief when she let go and allowed him to cup his hand over the poor, beet-red ear. He was sure that it had been tweaked permanently out of place from the wringing. A hasty peek into a mirror might confirm later. "S'good ta see ya again at any road," He managed weakly.
Ginny's snort was far from lady-like, "You wouldn't have seen me at all if my skirt was below my knees. I have some business to attend, but I will find you here afterward and we'll have some tea to catch up, yes?"
Tea. Berrod's nose wrinkled, and his reflexes saved him from another snatch at his ear by means of a frantic leap backward. "'Ey, 'ey! Fine! Tea it is. I'll be right here."
Ginny narrowed her eyes at him in a threatening fashion before she turned on her heels to stamp down the street toward whatever business she had to do. It mattered not to Berrod; his main concern was nursing his throbbing ear, and remembering to stay put until she got back. For all his training, there was seldom anything he could do to combat the fury of a woman scorned. As he watched her walk, he realized that it was indeed her skirt that had drawn his attention.Â
Damn, she had a nice arse.
...before clutching his ear in a vice grip to give it a good hard yank.
Berrod yelped and immediately clapped a big hand over hers, desperately seeking to free his smarting ear from her torment. "Ow! 'Ey, 'ey! What's that for?!"
The Midlander woman did not relinquish it, standing two full fulms less than him with hair of darkest night and eyes of blue fire. Her features were soft, but the expression upon them was fearsome to behold. "Four moons! Four moons, Berrod Armstrong! Not a word about where you'd been and now you call me from across the street asking for 'a lil sugar'?!"
"Ginny -- I -- ow! Bugger, let go! I can explain --"
"No!" Ginny refused shrilly. The normal, silky melody that was her voice had been replaced with an ear splitting shriek of indignation. "First I hear you've gone north, then rumors that you weren't coming back -- -then- I hear you're running a business! You cad! You absolute cad! How could -- my eyes are up here, Berrod!"
Having sought comfort from the assault in the alluring rise of her bosom, Berrod found his foot accosted by a sharp stomp from her heel. The Highlander yowled and sharply pulled the limb away. "M'sorry! Thal's hairy balls, leggo!"
"As if sorry could cut it! I'd give you a good thrashing if you weren't made of bloody stone. The next time you decide to run off and dissappear for moons at a time, you tell me, you hear?"
Refusal was not an option, his ear was a precious hostage. "Awright, awright, you got it!"Â
It was sweet relief when she let go and allowed him to cup his hand over the poor, beet-red ear. He was sure that it had been tweaked permanently out of place from the wringing. A hasty peek into a mirror might confirm later. "S'good ta see ya again at any road," He managed weakly.
Ginny's snort was far from lady-like, "You wouldn't have seen me at all if my skirt was below my knees. I have some business to attend, but I will find you here afterward and we'll have some tea to catch up, yes?"
Tea. Berrod's nose wrinkled, and his reflexes saved him from another snatch at his ear by means of a frantic leap backward. "'Ey, 'ey! Fine! Tea it is. I'll be right here."
Ginny narrowed her eyes at him in a threatening fashion before she turned on her heels to stamp down the street toward whatever business she had to do. It mattered not to Berrod; his main concern was nursing his throbbing ear, and remembering to stay put until she got back. For all his training, there was seldom anything he could do to combat the fury of a woman scorned. As he watched her walk, he realized that it was indeed her skirt that had drawn his attention.Â
Damn, she had a nice arse.
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