A/N: Hey guys! This is going to be a series of very small drabbles. It will be updated sporadically and there's no continuity to it unless I specify otherwise. I just wanted somewhere to keep all the little moments I'd written out of any sort of large story context. It's great practice and hey, if someone is interested, that's cool too.
This is rather short, but it's a teasing moment that's been rolling around in my head for a little while.
"Why are you grabbing so much leather?" she probes, popping up beside him next to a rack of jackets. With a snort, she tugs the sleeve of the toddler sized leather jacket at the top of the heavy pile in his arm. "Daryl, I don't think Judith is going to be riding the Triumph anytime soon."
"You ever tried to bite through leather?" he grumbles, gnawing the thumbnail of his free hand.
She quirks her eyebrow at him. "Can't say I've ever had the occasion to try. Though if you're offering..."
He offers her a gruff chuckle, but ducks his head, a deep red blush rising on his dirt-strewn cheeks. "Stop."