You know when he and I served on gunboats up the Yellow river he was a fair shot with both an Enfield and a webbly. Fair hand with a bow to as I remember
Ah, but does he love with equal passion Cg, not that i would expect you to know, but there is the true measure of a man, if he is whole or not, for it all must balance out, or I shal have to find a nice hole to hide in, for he will surely explode at some point!
making my way behind the bar to get Cg's drink, pouring myself a coffee at the same time, i come back and impudently make a place to sit...right on Cg's lap
Do you mind? teasingly
ahh, it has been cold out here for a few days now, but I think we have the last of the snow for a little while at least.
It sounds as though your weather can't make up its mind lol
Out here I consider myself lucky-it snows sometime in late october to early november and unless the weather is unseasonably warm, it is usually white until spring
glancing down at my coffee cup, i find it empty, I get up and grab a fresh one, taking a different seat in front of the fire, on a couch this time and stretch my long legs out
Following Night, stalking him as he backs up, moving slightly from side to side, lining him up as he backs straight away from whichever direction I approach from until his back bumps into the bar. He has no place to go and i close in with one long stride, my arms on either side of his body, pinning him in, though he could break out so easily
No Night, I dont want any of that, I want, to drag you off to a guest room and teach you to scream my name.
my lower body rocks against Nights in a blatent suggestive manner
Morning dawns cold and bright and I shiver as I place another log on the fire. I remember the scene at the bar and wonder if Night survived. Pouring my morning coffee I seek a place by the heart.