“Enough about this Thorin. And that–premiere. It IS my day, after all. Guyday Friday.” Guy folds his arms across his broad chest and expels a breath.
“Yes, Guy, and you may have noticed the earlier post on RA in leather was filled with fanart of–YOU.”
A sniff and a toss of his lustrous mane. He is still clearly not placated.
“Yesssss–but that was only because you wenches hadn’t found the proof yet that the CReAtor was actually wearing leather at this Australian soiree.”
He gives her a sidelong glance with those kohl-rimmed eyes. “I suppose a post on his fine new leather trousers will be showing up very soon here.”
“Maybe–maybe not. It is, after all, Guyday Friday. And I never, ever have forgotten that.” She widened her own big blue eyes as she walked over and looked up into his face. Two, after all, could play at that game.
Guy blinked and rubbed the side of his nose with one long finger. “No–no, I suppose you haven’t,” he admitted, just a little grudgingly.
With a half-smile, she jerked her head in the direction of the kitchen. “There are brownies. With chocolate chunks and walnuts. Very moist and fudgy.”
The Dark Knight’s face visibly brightened. “I am feeling a bit peckish.”
He cleared his throat and looked at his feet. “Uhmmm. Pardon me for being slightly–stroppy.” Guy raised his eyes to meet hers. “You never have forgotten, LW, that’s true.”
Her smile broadened. “All is forgiven. Go enjoy your brownie, you big lug,” she said, giving him a playful swat on his arm.
As he strides away–my goodness, but she does enjoy watching him exit a room–Guy’s chocolate tones rumble: “Anyway, I’m the one who showed how good he could look in leather . . .”
“And it’s not BLACK leather he wore, either, Sir Guy,” LW added.
Suddenly he stuck his head back inside the door. ” True. Do you suppose–he could use a few lessons in really working those trousers?”
LW grinned. “I am certain he would be delighted, Sir Guy.”
And with a smirk and flick of his mane, Sir Guy headed away for his date with the brownie pan.