@thistlewhiskey
-The contact is instant and urgent, pressing lips to hers. Lips part, offering more, offering her whatever she wanted to take from him. Thick fingers slide into her hair, leather warm as it scrapes gently over her skull, able to encompass her with one hand.-
She was a little surprised that her childish demand had gotten any response at all, but Hugh was welcomed indeed as she placed her arms around him, leaning into his muscular frame, reveling in his scent and indeed taste as she took him up on the tacit invitation to deepen the kiss.
"My hero."

















