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[female_were]

Raina's stretched out in front of the fire tonight. By stretched out, she's on her stomach, on the floor in front if the fire. Her jean clad legs are bent up and kicking idly back and forth, an almost unconscious motion. She's not sleeping or anything. She's reading, actually. Head bent down so her auburn hair hides most of the pages from view.

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[randomsbastard]

You know how it goes. Little of this, little of that, bit of chocolate brownie coated in caramel held between two calloused fingers for a bite.

Call him company, he won't mind.

[female_were]

It's possibly a toss up on which gets her to lift her head more, the scent of chocolate, the scent of Martin, or both of them together. She does love them so when their mixed together.

She purposely makes sure that her teeth scrape lightly over his fingers as she takes the bite. Smiling all the while as she does. Personally, she's probably rather call him delicious. "Good evening, my lamb."

[randomsbastard]

"Evening, bitch. Trade you the fries for the rest of the brownie."

He settles down next to her, waving the plate in his other hand temptingly.

[female_were]

Her eyes stalk the waving plate, even as she leans towards him slightly. And after stealing one last fry off the plate she hands it to him.

"Not nearly as good without you to spice it, I think." She gives him a dark look, still smiling.