Turstin Ryann |PF|
*Turstin puts the cookies slowly on the plate debating what to do next. The Den was almost complete and it seemed a lot bigger than he had originally thought. Then again, the whole redesign had been fully in Amethyst's hands and Turstin would deny her nothing. Walking into the dining room, he places the try of cookies on the massive table. The small plate is almost laughable in comparison to the huge mahogany table. The light sound of bare feet snaps him out of his strange thoughts and he turns around with a small smile on his face. Am always seemed to make him smile even though it wasn't in his nature. Quietly stepping forward, he reaches out and grabs onto her as she goes to pass the doorway. Her shocked squeak makes his smile turn into a full blown grin* Didn't mean to scare you.
*Turstin puts the cookies slowly on the plate debating what to do next. The Den was almost complete and it seemed a lot bigger than he had originally thought. Then again, the whole redesign had been fully in Amethyst's hands and Turstin would deny her nothing. Walking into the dining room, he places the try of cookies on the massive table. The small plate is almost laughable in comparison to the huge mahogany table. The light sound of bare feet snaps him out of his strange thoughts and he turns around with a small smile on his face. Am always seemed to make him smile even though it wasn't in his nature. Quietly stepping forward, he reaches out and grabs onto her as she goes to pass the doorway. Her shocked squeak makes his smile turn into a full blown grin* Didn't mean to scare you.
Amethyst Ayesha |PF| *Frowning as she patted her pocket, trying to figure out where she'd left her phone, she headed back towards the living room. Only place it could have fallen. Halfway there, she let out a startled noise as arms wrapped around her, tugging her into the dining room. Tipping her head up to meet his gaze, she couldn't help the smile that echoed his. Who knew her mate would be devastating when he relaxed?* What are you sneaking around for? *Trying to peer over his shoulder, she growled at bit his arm when he tried to stop her. She couldn't cook or bake for the life of her. Anything he created was heaven* Oh come on, I smell cookies. I will strip and distract you if you don't share, tiger.
Turstin Ryann |PF| *A teasing smile tugs at the edges of his lips as he sets her down* Tiger cookies. Not made with real tigers though. *Turstin steps out of her way and watches as she goes to go investigate the cookies. Before Am, he would make food only for himself, not having anyone to cook for. Now, however, he loved making all kinds of food, if only to hear her groan every time she liked something*
Amethyst Ayesha |PF| *Swiping one as soon as he set her down, she raised a brow at his comment before she bit into the sugary cookie* I think I get my fill of nibbling on real tigers. These can tide me over. *Closing her eyes, she moaned appreciatively* I am such a damn lucky woman. Keep spoiling me like this and we'll never leave the house. *Snagging another cookie, she moved back to let him wrap his arms around her, tipping her head to brush his lips with hers* Do we send the Fate women a thank you card, or just stop cursing them? Because I definitely think I owe them some kind of a Hallelujah.
Turstin Ryann |PF| I think a thank you card would anger them. *Turstin leans his head down to give Am a light kiss but when her tongue swipes against his, he deepens the kiss. Pulling back slightly, he looks into her eyes as he feels his inner Tiger rear its head in anticipation* Should I take you here or in the kitchen?
Amethyst Ayesha |PF| *It was always like this. The smallest touch, the seemingly innocent kisses sparked something that raced through them like wildfire. Her eyes widened as she could visibly see his eyes shifting, becoming more cat-like. Shivering in anticipation, she pulled herself out of his grasp. Taking two steps backwards, she hit the edge of the table behind her, standing on tiptoe to sit on the edge. Crooking a finger, she closed her eyes as within seconds, her back was flat against the cool wooden surface, her mate was in her arms, and her ability to think a coherent thought was quickly being brushed aside.*
Turstin Ryann |PF| *A teasing smile tugs at the edges of his lips as he sets her down* Tiger cookies. Not made with real tigers though. *Turstin steps out of her way and watches as she goes to go investigate the cookies. Before Am, he would make food only for himself, not having anyone to cook for. Now, however, he loved making all kinds of food, if only to hear her groan every time she liked something*
Amethyst Ayesha |PF| *Swiping one as soon as he set her down, she raised a brow at his comment before she bit into the sugary cookie* I think I get my fill of nibbling on real tigers. These can tide me over. *Closing her eyes, she moaned appreciatively* I am such a damn lucky woman. Keep spoiling me like this and we'll never leave the house. *Snagging another cookie, she moved back to let him wrap his arms around her, tipping her head to brush his lips with hers* Do we send the Fate women a thank you card, or just stop cursing them? Because I definitely think I owe them some kind of a Hallelujah.
Turstin Ryann |PF| I think a thank you card would anger them. *Turstin leans his head down to give Am a light kiss but when her tongue swipes against his, he deepens the kiss. Pulling back slightly, he looks into her eyes as he feels his inner Tiger rear its head in anticipation* Should I take you here or in the kitchen?
Amethyst Ayesha |PF| *It was always like this. The smallest touch, the seemingly innocent kisses sparked something that raced through them like wildfire. Her eyes widened as she could visibly see his eyes shifting, becoming more cat-like. Shivering in anticipation, she pulled herself out of his grasp. Taking two steps backwards, she hit the edge of the table behind her, standing on tiptoe to sit on the edge. Crooking a finger, she closed her eyes as within seconds, her back was flat against the cool wooden surface, her mate was in her arms, and her ability to think a coherent thought was quickly being brushed aside.*