'Cause Scotland deserves some lovin' too :D
Enjoy
-emmy
The thick smell of alcohol and smoke filling your lungs as you walked into a very popular pub in Scotland. Though, said smells didn't affect you what so ever, for you've been to the same pub many times since you moved to Scotland nearly a year ago. You loved the drunken people, you loved the social circles of smokers, but you especially loved when he came.
Yes, there had to be a reason that kept you coming, and that reason was tall, sexually slim, with beautiful auburn hair that any girl would kill for and green eyes that could read your soul. He was infamously the most enthralling, most girl attracting male living within town and he was the sole reason you went back to the pub so often. But… you never caught his name.
Sitting down at the bar, your eyes skimmed the room and picked up on the general "Were all friends here right?" thoughts and actions everyone seemed to be displaying.
"What can I get fur yuh?" The bartender asked and smiled at you.
Looking up, you noted the man wasn't that bad looking. Beautiful eyes, smooth voice, soft looking hair that made you want to run your fingers through it… Were all Scotsmen like this? Smiling back, "Just some beer please."
"Alrigh'." He looked you over before turning back to get the drink you wanted. Setting the bottle next to you, he put a shot glass next to it. "Anythin' else m'dear?" He smiled again.
You shook your head, "No, thank you." Something then prickled at your neck. The overpower sensation of someone watching you over came your petite body that you couldn't stop yourself from scanning the room again. After a few good sweeps of the overcrowded room, your eyes finally met his. From across the room, you could see his smoldering gaze scan your body. A smirk donned his face, and it practically shouted out "I'm the shit, and I know it!"
You smiled shyly at him before turning back around and taking a sip of your drink. Setting the cold glass onto the wood of the bar, you barely had time to register that someone claimed the spot on the right of you as their own.
"I must say, yuh m'lady, look quite rav'shin'." His accented voice pierced your ear.
It took all you had not to melt into a puddle at the naturally sensual way his accented voice flowed from his lips. Turning, you faced him, "You don't look bad yourself."
"Oh? Yuh're ta sweet." His lips tugged into an all-too-sexy smirk. "What's yuhr name m'dear?"
"Allie," you smirk at him, "What's yours?"
"M' glad yuh asked, mines Iain." He leaned towards you. "I would only assume that a pretty lady, such as yuhrself would be 'ere with another man."
You laughed, "No. I'm alone."
"Hmmm," he groaned, "Ida thought you'd have a hain [1] to go home too."
You shook your head, "I'm very much single."
You could see how much his smirk grew when the word 'single' left your lips. "Tha's great! M'dear, I'll keep you company fer tha rest of the night." He said, and hailed for the bartender.
He looked over at you once more, and could only produce one major thought.
He was going to have a blast ravishing you.
1-scottish word for "Husband."