PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

"I do. And I have no objection." That was what he wanted to hear. He grinned, his eyes looking into hers as he proceeded to get up and stand over top of her.

Fade in, fade out . . .

He moved off of the lass, his sweat against the cool air felt nice now that he had heated himself up. He rolled onto his back and laid there to cool himself better, looking to Irina. "Miss Irina that was a pleasure. We'll have to do that again at some point." He grinned at her. She had seemed to want him since the moment she met him and that simply made it so much easier to come back. While he enjoyed a nice chase, he also loved to just simply bounce back and forth between those who he could.

That reminded him, it seemed he had to break Larentia back in. That could wait until he got back, he wanted her to smell Irina on him and remind her of what she could have and could be. He offered her the chance of Queen and she took it for granted, she ran from him and the crown after he laid down his life for her to be his bride - and won ownership of her. He rested his head on Irinas neck gently.

Beartooth;