nothing left to say.

                                ‘               i think i just swooned a bit. ‘ 

                       ’             at times. really? hawkeye? ‘

                                  ‘              depends on how creative you are.                                    i’ll help you if you’re serious. ‘ 

              ‘           there are no strings on me. ‘

                “         and you’re the one with claws and fangs.                  you just make me nervous when you stare.                  it’s not a werewolf thing, it’s a you thing.”

                  ( a huff passes through her lips, forcing her gaze                   to stay on his face and avoid his hands. ) 

       ' and here i was, thinking you were in to this sort          of thing. maybe i read you wrong, allison argent. '

Chill. I’m joking.

                   ( her gaze falls to his hands for a minute,                     brown hues rolling when he looks at her again. )

                          “          you’re still making me nervous.                             especially now. but, fine.”  

       ' how am i making you nervous? i'm not the one          with a veritable armory under her bed. '

                    “        what?”

       ( he places his hand near her hip, the top of his           fingertips brushing against her thigh when he           looks up at her. )

                               ”               stop.”

    “That doesn’t answer my question.”

{goodwithnever}

   “Do you love me?”

                 ”still makes me nervous.”

       ' ... -- '

                     ”then stop looking at me. you’re making me nervous.”

                        “            stop looking so smug.”