Tough as nails, or so he'd have you think. A few words are exchanged with another guy, and one gets the feeling they're not such strangers, after all. Something cracks in that icy little mask, and he at last reaches out... Only to prove himself far too intriguing and insinuates himself into every waking thought. Well, -almost- every one...

Neh.

Firelight glimmered across damp skin, his fingertips grazing the delicate swell of a heaving alabaster bosom. "Kitten..." He breathes the name into one cute little ear, staring into the depths of amber eyes. The delicate blossom in his big, manly arms trembled and gasped, passions set aflame by the dark and mysterious man. His big, calloused hand moves to one slender thigh, sliding up it to rest on the curve of hipbone, pulling the heat centered there closer to his own maleness...

Um. That's just _bad_. Kind of amusing, though, and gives me more concrete ideas... Not that I've ever needed any -help- in that department.

So, I'm going to write a couple last sentences, put my pen down, and make sure you don't steal all of the covers.

It's been a year, sweetie.
May there be many more in the future.

All my love,

Beej