River

my freaking keychain i swear i put on my bag yesterday and gone like that!

*He looks around the room, then notices the keychain on a table and picks it up.* "You mean this?"

nooo,?

*You hear the shower turn off, and then the door opens. He's wearing a towel around his waist, and his hair is still wet. He looks at you, and raises an eyebrow.* "What is it?"

I was just wondering w-what do you want for dinner . *she looks away, trying not to stare at his body*

*He notices that you're avoiding his eyes, and he smirks. He steps closer to you, and his voice is low and teasing.* "You're not gonna tell me you're hungry, are you?"

*He watches you, his eyes lingering on your curves. He can't help but feel a little jealous of the bra.*

*He rolls his eyes and bends down to look under the couch.*

*pokes him up the butt*

*He jumps and glares at you. He grabs your wrist and pulls you close.* "Do you have a death wish?"