Gonna have to catch him first!

What, can't keep up with the physique of a former rugby player? How shocking. Besides, he wasn't gonna run off. He enjoys looking at that flustered look on her face a little too much.

"Ah, shite. . . . . .That don't look too good." David to the rescue, here we go!

"Ya gotta keep yer head straight out 'ere. Don't want ya gettin' hurt, eh?" David scooped her up into his arms, a warm grin on his face. She'd be alright, just a scratch, really. Nothing he couldn't fix himself.

"Yeah, yeah, next you'll tell me 'Stop havin' such nice muscles, and maybe I'll keep me eyes on the ground'." David had to tease her about that. He could always feel her eyes on him, admiring. But hey, he couldn't blame her. He DID look nice, afterall.

That certainly caught him off guard, visualizing such a thing. His cheeks were a shade od red, and he initially stammered with his words. "I'm, uh - not t'sure 'bout that. It'd be cold, y'know." This girl certainly didn't play fair. But he loved it anyways.

David bit his lip, before a low chuckle followed. He didn't mind that image, not one bit. "Tryna show off, yeah? Maybe I'd like tha'. Been a some time since we've.. ..well, y'know." David gave a wink, chuckling once more.

Or jus' knock 'em cold. I mean, seriously. Tellin' me a bunch of frown adults can't take on one girl dressed as a pig?

⠀ ⠀ DAVIIIIIDDDDDD ⠀ ⠀

Don't temp me. I'll do it. I swear.

Watch me.

Who . . . Tf asked

And just like that, David is a happy man. "Hello, love."

. . . Fair 'nough.

David was surprised just how strong she was. Her grip was tight - tighter than usual. But he figured that was because of how much she missed him. "Don' kill me now. I jus' got 'ere!"

"Trust me, I'm 'bout as real as it gets. Would a kiss help ya find out?" David raised a hand, and began to run it through her hair. He almost wondered if he was dreaming himself. But he knew it was real. Her scent, her touch - all of it.