“Ladywriter, you look tired–and yet ridiculously happy.” Sir Guy said, before taking a large bite of his banana, chewing it thoughtfully as he eyed her. Sir Guy does, on occasion, eat something healthy, it seems.
LW tugged her ponytail and grinned at him. “OneRingNet confirmed it. Your Creator is going to be at Comic-Con.” She gave a huge sigh as her shoulders rose and fell. “Sir Guy, darling, two weeks from Saturday, I am going to be in the same building that Richard Armitage is in.” LW gave a distinctly girlish giggle. “Just think of how excited I was when I knew he was in New York and on the same continent. ”
Sir Guy smiled as he continued to chew. The movement of that stubbled jaw was so–distracting. LW suddenly remembered the Creator noshing on a banana during Hood Academy. She watched the bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.
“I wonder if there will be water,” she murmured to herself.
Sir Guy raised a brow. “Whot?”
“I–was just wondering if I’ll get to watching Richard drinking water. I’d like that . . .” There was a distinctly dreamy look in her pale blue eyes.
“I’d like to watch him do just about anything. And listen to him. And just–look at him.”
Sir Guy raised the other brow, his lips twitching with amusement.
“Anything would think you fancy the Creator . . .” His voice was a teasing, honeyed rumble.
Ladywriter lifted her chin and eyed him. “Of course I do. Just as I do his ChaRActers.”
Sir Guy smirked as he chucked the banana peel into the wastebasket. “Yeah. Although you fancy some of us more than others . . .”
He deftly caught the pillow flung in his direction by LW, a wicked gleam in his azure eyes.
“Two can play at that game, my lady . . .”
LW certainly hoped so. She needed to thoroughly wear herself out if she hope’d to get any sleep. Richard Armitage. In the flesh.
Imagine . . .