Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-11588669-20140420044244

Ambrose rolled his eyes. She was rambling. He hated rambling. And right now, he knew exactly how to shut her up. The look in those amber orbs of his changed from confused to annoyed to devious. And he leaned down, placing his lips on her.

To say the effect was instantantious is an understatement.

He kept it warm, controlled, sweet even. Or at least, tried to. His arms, strong from both climbing and dealing with the recoil from Final Echo, wrapped back around her. She was staying put until he was sure she wanted to leave. Oxygen called, and he held off answering as long as he could. A smirk crossed his features, and he scrabbled something down on the paper. 'That answer your question, Mariposa?'