The Shade was still blissed out when she bit him, making him roar like a wounded tiger and jerk so hard the water sloshed over the side of the tub, soaking the floor in a healthy wave. He barely felt the swat, but the sting of her teeth was both infuriating and exciting, even as he rubbed his shoulder and sat up a little to glare at her murderously.
Leaning forward to get right in her face, he lifted a finger and pointed right back at her.
"You, little mage, are gonna get the spanking of a damn lifetime soon as we get outta this tub, that sumbitch hurt, you got a whetstone for your damn teeth or somethin'? You need to start thinking harder 'fore you open that pretty little fool mouth of yours, and truth to tell? If I weren't so damn sure you'd be eatin' a big ol' slice of humble pie in a couple seconds, I would be well and truly pissed off at you for comin' at me like that when I was in such a fine mood, you beautiful little brat!"
Finished with his tirade, he sank back again to lean against the tub, arms sitting on the edges and eyes locked with hers as he continued to scowl at her, though his eyes danced with something just a little softer than annoyance or rage.
"I tell you what, I should've damn well known askin' you to marry me would be just as hard as tryin' to keep whatever benevolent fuckin' promises the preacher tries to slap on me when we get to the altar."
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Date: 2013-05-27 08:40 pm (UTC)Leaning forward to get right in her face, he lifted a finger and pointed right back at her.
"You, little mage, are gonna get the spanking of a damn lifetime soon as we get outta this tub, that sumbitch hurt, you got a whetstone for your damn teeth or somethin'? You need to start thinking harder 'fore you open that pretty little fool mouth of yours, and truth to tell? If I weren't so damn sure you'd be eatin' a big ol' slice of humble pie in a couple seconds, I would be well and truly pissed off at you for comin' at me like that when I was in such a fine mood, you beautiful little brat!"
Finished with his tirade, he sank back again to lean against the tub, arms sitting on the edges and eyes locked with hers as he continued to scowl at her, though his eyes danced with something just a little softer than annoyance or rage.
"I tell you what, I should've damn well known askin' you to marry me would be just as hard as tryin' to keep whatever benevolent fuckin' promises the preacher tries to slap on me when we get to the altar."