Wyosch
The Demonic Wolf
"You mean like me?", Hunter asked, raising an eyebrow at her husband. "If he's half angel, half-demon, shouldn't we ask Jim and Rachel then? Though as a half-angel, half-demon, he would only show some, let me just say 'symptoms' of each species. And who knows, maybe he's more this than that, and shows even other symptoms than we'd think off."
Tyler spat out some water, chuckling.
"Good thing I'm no cat.", he mumbled, running his hand through his wet hair before quickly leaning forwards and kissing Raven again.
Damn. Those sparkling eyes of hers were so beautiful. She was beautiful.
He'd said that too often in his mind already.
"No, we don't.", he replied, smirking softly as he pulled her close and kissed her once again.
He'd had to keep himself in all this time, so now he'd have to take his chances.
He just couldn't get enough of her soft lips...
"I'm really glad you shot me in my leg that day."
"You mean hot.", Jim chuckled, giving Rachel a quick lick on her cheek. "I actually would want you to paint it.", he mumbled, his eyes sparkling softly as he smiled lovingly at her.
"Not only because you're the most artistic of us two, but just... I don't know. I don't let anyone touch my car and trusting you with a job like repainting it, I thought like maybe that'd make you happy and would make you realize that I was honest when I said trust you with anything and everything."
Mike smiled happily, nodding at what she told him.
"Else I'll have to call my brother to turn your hand into wood.", he joked, winking, gently running his fingers over her back again.
"Trust me when I say you won't be alone no more."
Tyler spat out some water, chuckling.
"Good thing I'm no cat.", he mumbled, running his hand through his wet hair before quickly leaning forwards and kissing Raven again.
Damn. Those sparkling eyes of hers were so beautiful. She was beautiful.
He'd said that too often in his mind already.
"No, we don't.", he replied, smirking softly as he pulled her close and kissed her once again.
He'd had to keep himself in all this time, so now he'd have to take his chances.
He just couldn't get enough of her soft lips...
"I'm really glad you shot me in my leg that day."
"You mean hot.", Jim chuckled, giving Rachel a quick lick on her cheek. "I actually would want you to paint it.", he mumbled, his eyes sparkling softly as he smiled lovingly at her.
"Not only because you're the most artistic of us two, but just... I don't know. I don't let anyone touch my car and trusting you with a job like repainting it, I thought like maybe that'd make you happy and would make you realize that I was honest when I said trust you with anything and everything."
Mike smiled happily, nodding at what she told him.
"Else I'll have to call my brother to turn your hand into wood.", he joked, winking, gently running his fingers over her back again.
"Trust me when I say you won't be alone no more."