"It's ok, I could never be mad at you ... well, almost never," she amended as she remembered her little tiff earlier. She rolled her eyes self-conscio...sly."Since it's likely to be your last night, you could ... if you wanted to ... I mean, it would be ok..." he stopped, unsure of how to proceed. Katie laid her hand on his cheek, stroking it softly. I saw him shiver."Spit it out, honey. I promise I won't get mad, unless you're planning on backing out of this," she answered. There was a teasing. It’s a damn cart track, not a main road. It’s a wonder anyone even uses it.”“We use it,” said a voice and a dishevelled looking man stepped out from between two trees. He was joined by two more men and a woman. The other men wore clothes similar to what a lot of miners wore, with the long sleeves and belted long twill pants tucked into their boots. Battered hats of no particular description other than they had a brim, were on their heads.The first man was better dressed. He wore a nicer shirt. She wasn't restricted to the mind he was molding, though she still experienced it as if it were her own mind. Together they had created something new. A little bubble all their own. Jasper, hungry for more, nipped at Sienna's earlobe as he started to push harder on the couple, increasing their need for one another past the point satisfiable with heavy petting on the dance floor. Overtaken by desire, the two clearly began searching for a more private location, as their minds drifted with. ‘So, Dimitri, how long have you two been dating?’ ‘A year next week.’ Dimitri sighed, stretching a bit in his seat before leaning back and stretching out his legs. ‘Damn, Dima.’ Ivan chuckled, standing up as he patted Dimitri’s knee ‘I’m gunna go help pops with the grill.’ Dimitri nodded, rising to go back inside and smiling to his sister-in-law on the living room couch. ‘Hey, Dima.’ ‘Hey, Liz. You let Madi paint Naomi’s nails?’ Liz shook her head with a grin, resting the book she was reading.