Living Under A Loaded Gun

Their eyes locked and Jupiter was instantly certain she was into him. He'd just started to lean down for another touch when she pulled away, playing - in his mind - with his interest. A hint of a smile pulled up the corners of his mouth. "If that's your idea of fun, I feel like I should show you a thing or two," he said with the laugh. "Off the top of my head I can think of oh, I dunno, a hundred things better than bear fighting." Was she following where he was going with this? "And don't get me started on cart pulling."

Her chin brushed against his shoulder as she turned to look up at him with big, teasing eyes. Oh yeah, she knew. "Sometimes," he ventured before reaching out in the hopes of trailing his nose down the curve of her neck towards her shoulder. "Strength's not the most important thing. Sometimes it's knowing when to be gentle." To emphasis his point he sought to gently nip along the top of her left shoulder. If she let him get away with that much he'd then lean back a little in search of her gaze.