He kissed slowly along her jawline, moving up to her lips.
"Ryan?" she asked.
"Yes, my love?"
"Kiss me again"
"With pleasure," he replied.
He cupped her face, and their lips met, while their hands explored the others body. His hands moved slowly, lightly, up her thigh. The material of her dress bunched up as his hands moved even higher. She hummed appreciatively…
"Valkyrie!" the thin man in the front seat roared.
"What?"
"We're stopping for fuel in about five minutes and I was wondering if you wanted anything from the service station," he said "and you didn't need to be so rude about it."
Valkyrie, who was sprawled on the backseat of the Bentley, sat up abruptly. She smoothed down her dark hair and lent forward, glaring at Skulduggery in the front seat. If looks could kill.
"Skulduggery," she smiled brilliantly "I was dreaming about- wait for it- Ryan Gosling," she paused for effect.
"So answer me this Mr Pleasant, what do you honestly, honestly, think is more important to me right now, food, or Ryan Gosling?"
"I really don't think your obsession is healthy," Skulduggery answered.
"Oh, but getting dragged into situations, daily, where I could easily be killed, is?"
"But you have me"
"That's reassuring, I'll remember that next time you want to shoot me, or make me take down a horde of zombies," she countered "and anyway, it's hard not to be obsessed with him, he's bloody gorgeous…" Valkyrie trailed off.
"I'll have you know Valkyrie, that I looked like Ryan Gosling once, a glorious head of hair, not a bad face, I-" Valkyrie gave him a solid punch in the arm, and lounged back in the seat.
"I want Skittles, a chocolate bar, and two bags of chips, you owe me"
Skulduggery laughed.