Danger Arceneau
The Widow
[member="Alric Kuhn"]
Her cry of surprise would echo down the shuttle. She gave a yelp, half laughing and half beating at the old Tetan as he settled her onto his lap. His face was smug, his embrace drawing her closer, and by all accounts, Danger was trapped!
"You old fool!" she would chide him, wiggling in place and trying to fight his tight grip. It didn't work. Instead she felt the rasp of his beard by her cheek, a silly proud grin split his face in two, and the warmth of his breath by her throat.
"You'll hurt your back!" she'd add, a bit flustered but the slight smile that couldn't help but tug at the corners of her lips said otherwise.
Her cry of surprise would echo down the shuttle. She gave a yelp, half laughing and half beating at the old Tetan as he settled her onto his lap. His face was smug, his embrace drawing her closer, and by all accounts, Danger was trapped!
"You old fool!" she would chide him, wiggling in place and trying to fight his tight grip. It didn't work. Instead she felt the rasp of his beard by her cheek, a silly proud grin split his face in two, and the warmth of his breath by her throat.
"You'll hurt your back!" she'd add, a bit flustered but the slight smile that couldn't help but tug at the corners of her lips said otherwise.