The Brain is the Problem (Tohr, Chosen)

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

As the crowd was dispersing, he blocked her path, wanting her attention on him, and wanting no one's attention on her. Dared not probe that possessiveness and blamed it on the drinks.

"We have been missing each other. I have missed our talks."

Met her eyes, "I enjoy being with you." Ran his fingers along her jaw, letting his thumb trail along her full bottom lip, "Have you missed me?"

[Autumn Hharm]

Looked into those navy depths as she brought her hand up to his as she felt his fingers caress, and couldn't have lied to him even if she'd wanted to.

"I have."

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

Smiled and was now regretting the buzz that was numbing his sensations. "Good. I have thought of you often."

He glanced around the room and knew he had to do security check of the grounds and looked back down at her, "When can we meet again? Spend some time?"

He liked how smooth and soft her skin was. How delicate she appeared and how those grey eyes would light when she felt a quickening of emotions. Bent his head to brush his lips along the curve of her ear, "Some private time." Lifted his head to looked into those grey depths.

[Autumn Hharm]

Closed her eyes at the touch, and took a breath, then opened them again as she registered a peculiar scent mixed with that of his arousal, as well as the one that was Tohrment himself. Noting his breath as the source as he brought his head back again, and the slight swaying of his body, she met his eyes again, but made no comment. "On the eve of the morrow."

She only hoped his condition when they did would be better than it was now.

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

Smiled as she left him standing there, straightened up and with a pep to his step, said, "Tomorrow it is." Watched her walking away and tilted his head watching the sway of her hips and lovely backside.

"You really should let the cloak disappear." Found he needed to adjust his slacks as he turned and went to patrol the grounds with a smile.