#lorne;

A date night wasn’t normally something that they did, and she didn’t even know if Lorne was considering this a date, but the two of them had planned dinner together, some time for themselves, alone and away from the rest of the island. She didn’t bother knocking on the door, feeling comfortable enough that she simply walked in to Lorne’s villa. Kicking off her sandals, she called out his name, smiling nervously as she began to wander through the different rooms.

Kinzie would never admit that she was going slightly insane with the little amount of contact she had had with Lorne as of late, feeling almost as if there was a piece of her that was slightly out of place when he wasn’t around. When she felt that things had settled some, she decided to seek him out. If he was busy, she’d find him later. 

She really hoped he wasn’t busy. 

She found him easily, as if her navigating skills followed a beacon resting solely on him. She tried and failed in fighting the wide smile that came when she laid eyes on him, her chest loosening in relief. Gods above, he was beautiful. “Hey, handsome,” she said, coming up to him and wrapping her arms around his waist, smiling up at him as she pressed herself to his side. “Got some time for me?” she asked.

Kinzie: I was going to make this a text yelling at you

Kinzie: But I first need to know you're okay.

[text to Lorne at 10:07 PM]: I’m drunk and will probably regret this in the morning but I just wanted to let you know that I am totally and completely in love with you and I have been for a while. Maybe I always loved you. 

[text to Lorne at 10:15 PM]: Hey. Thinking of you 😉

🎵 - The ringtone for Lorne

“Lorne Dughlas,” Chase scoffed, making a face of mock offense as he pressed his hand over his heart while his other hand rested at his side.. “Are you really just going to talk about my cock like that, so publicly? The audacity.” 

Smirking, he took the gun that he had been holding and unloaded it, the bullets falling into his palm and pocketing them before he closed up the weapon and flipped it over. He held it out for Lorne to look out, a wicked glint in his eye that was always present when guns and other arms were involved. “Isn’t she beautiful?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Picked it up in Australia the last time we sailed through there.”