2013-05-31 04:53 am (UTC)
Everyone else was gone which meant the bloody Scot wasn't there to nag him about smoking indoors. So the smoke wafted through the room as he came up behind her. "Tinkering about again Pryde? You make a bloke feel special. Place to ourselves and this is your version of messing around," he smirked, leaning against whatever it was she was chest deep in. Hell if he knew with all the crazy stuff this place had.
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