His eyes light up at that challenge: it's one he can meet. There's no reason to rush to meet this head-on, like some kind of car crash, though. He'll take his time with it and he does, opting not to lean forward to be just that much closer. Instead, he takes a moment to study her, a grin flirting with the edges of his lips; he pushes back his long hair, looks down at his hands, smooths out a crease on the thigh of his pants, taps a finger to his lips.
Only then does he look back up to meet her eyes through that haze of smoke that clings to her like a protective lover. "I like you, Faye." She's not just an exception to his rule; she's an exception to every rule.
He could tell her he's had dreams about her body or that he's fantasized about her lips, but she doesn't want anything tacked on so he doesn't tack anything on.
"I like you very, very much. How's that?" His finger snakes over to trace her thigh up and down, resting it finally on her knee. "And sometime I'll tell you exactly why I told you women aren't my style that night in Blue Crow. But not right now."
Right now he's impatient for her to finish that cigarette. He's ready for everything coming between them to be out of the way so there are no distractions, no security blankets, no easy outs.
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Date: 2007-07-05 03:53 am (UTC)Only then does he look back up to meet her eyes through that haze of smoke that clings to her like a protective lover. "I like you, Faye." She's not just an exception to his rule; she's an exception to every rule.
He could tell her he's had dreams about her body or that he's fantasized about her lips, but she doesn't want anything tacked on so he doesn't tack anything on.
"I like you very, very much. How's that?" His finger snakes over to trace her thigh up and down, resting it finally on her knee. "And sometime I'll tell you exactly why I told you women aren't my style that night in Blue Crow. But not right now."
Right now he's impatient for her to finish that cigarette. He's ready for everything coming between them to be out of the way so there are no distractions, no security blankets, no easy outs.
He wants what's next.