mary ate a little lamb

The corners of Tyrian's mouth slowly rose higher as the meaning of Lachlan's words settled in fully. He shot a glance in the direction Tashi had gone and then turned a wily eye back to Lachlan. There was that blush again. "I can think of a few places." The thought of curling up somewhere with Lachlan was an appealing one. If he were being honest it was one of the first things he'd thought of upon seeing him in the Orchard. The bear had ultimately stolen the limelight as bears tended to do, but Tyrian had been elated with the turn of events. That party on the beach had been wild from the start and he'd gotten caught up in a whirlwind of activity, and loved every second of it. And yet...somehow the night ending so quietly and gently wasn't a disappointment for him.

"But we'll have time to decide later." Lachlan wished to get back to the meal first so that was what Tyrian was going to do. "Let's see," he said saucily, "Where were we before we were so rudely interrupted? Ah, I think we were about to embark on some casual conversation." He moved to the edge of the makeshift picnic blanket, settled down and used his claws to pull a bit of lamb closer. After that he fixed a knowing look on Lachlan, intent on leaning into the slightly meta position they found themselves in. "So what brings you to these parts? I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again."