04-01-2009, 12:57 AM
ooc- durrh.. they make me laugh.
Contagious, that's what it was. The smile that she now wore seemed to tease one that could have been it's twin onto his own maw. While the sky overhead may have rumbled and threatened the storm of the century the two sitting on the beach probably would have never know, there was no way it was going to rain on their private little parade. There was no buzz left for the male, he'd gone and shifted into the next gear and with a content sigh he decided that he was fine with that. It didn't matter anyways, he'd left the real world far behind.
His eyes caught the sly little look with interest as he turned his full attention to the woman as she teased him. He just tilted his head to the side, the look on his face seeming to ask just how far was he gonna have to go to find salvation, or redemption at the hands of that wicked little smile she graced him with.
Suddenly it seemed while he was lost in his thoughts the lady had shanghaied the bottle from his grasp and he could do nothing but laugh helplessly while she tossed the bottle back. "To therapy?" he questioned as he watched her take on the bottle and come out the victor. On the tail end of her self medication were words that made DaVinci's ears lay back flat as he shook his head in disgust. "Excuses, that's all it ever comes down to in the end.." he glanced off to the sea as he chuckled and raised a brow at the lady, who obviously shared one line of tastes with him as he commented on the other field. "Iye.. don't let it fool you, men are the same.." his blue grey orbs met her's dead on as he gave her a slight smirk. He'd caught her drift, but he wondered still, how could she just settle on one when there were so many more options available across the whole field.
He reached for the bottle between them, his eyes still studying the face of the woman as his fingers gently closed over hers as he slowly pulled the bottle, and her hand towards him, his eyes challenging her, wondering what she'd do next as he could feel the throbbing of her pulse below the skin of her wrist. It was a dangerous game, but he'd played it safe far too often lately.
Contagious, that's what it was. The smile that she now wore seemed to tease one that could have been it's twin onto his own maw. While the sky overhead may have rumbled and threatened the storm of the century the two sitting on the beach probably would have never know, there was no way it was going to rain on their private little parade. There was no buzz left for the male, he'd gone and shifted into the next gear and with a content sigh he decided that he was fine with that. It didn't matter anyways, he'd left the real world far behind.
His eyes caught the sly little look with interest as he turned his full attention to the woman as she teased him. He just tilted his head to the side, the look on his face seeming to ask just how far was he gonna have to go to find salvation, or redemption at the hands of that wicked little smile she graced him with.
Suddenly it seemed while he was lost in his thoughts the lady had shanghaied the bottle from his grasp and he could do nothing but laugh helplessly while she tossed the bottle back. "To therapy?" he questioned as he watched her take on the bottle and come out the victor. On the tail end of her self medication were words that made DaVinci's ears lay back flat as he shook his head in disgust. "Excuses, that's all it ever comes down to in the end.." he glanced off to the sea as he chuckled and raised a brow at the lady, who obviously shared one line of tastes with him as he commented on the other field. "Iye.. don't let it fool you, men are the same.." his blue grey orbs met her's dead on as he gave her a slight smirk. He'd caught her drift, but he wondered still, how could she just settle on one when there were so many more options available across the whole field.
He reached for the bottle between them, his eyes still studying the face of the woman as his fingers gently closed over hers as he slowly pulled the bottle, and her hand towards him, his eyes challenging her, wondering what she'd do next as he could feel the throbbing of her pulse below the skin of her wrist. It was a dangerous game, but he'd played it safe far too often lately.