A/N: I don't own Val or Saracen. The fluff bunny biteth hard. Set after the books, some liberties may have been taken, Val is in her 20s.
Valkyrie was bored on her stakeout with Saracen. And even though he'd been trying to entertain her as they sat in the park, she was also starved. Saracen grinned at her. "Here." He tossed her an orange out of his pocket and Valkyrie caught it, then sliced into the tender flesh with her thumbnail.
"Thanks." Valkyrie said, then proceeded to eat the orange. A sight many would have compared to hyaenas tearing apart a carcass, even if they knew full well a punch would be coming in reply. Saracen just watched as she got orange juice everywhere and tore off chunks of orange flesh with her teeth. "What? I'm hungry." Valkyrie growled at him and Saracen laughed.
"I can tell a lot about a woman by the way she eats an orange." Saracen teased and Valkyrie glared at him.
"If this is leading into one of your disgusting dating stories-"
"Perish the thought." Saracen said and his goofy grin defused Valkyrie's temper.
"Sorry." She said as she finished the orange. Saracen merely grinned in reply and slid his mobile out of his pocket. Before she could stop him he'd snapped a pic of her with orange juice dripping down her chin and bits of orange flesh stuck in her bared teeth.
"Saracen, don't you dare." Valkyrie said and he laughed.
"Don't mess with this woman." He said slowly as he typed a message and his thumb hovered over the Send button. Valkyrie stared at him, willing him to put the mobile down, and could only watch as he sent the message, photo included.
"You're a dead man." Valkyrie growled.
"That I am. And deep down you also think I'm rather handsome." Saracen said good-naturedly and Valkyrie flushed.
"I do not!" She shouted in reply.
Saracen snapped another pic and Valkyrie lunged for the phone, but he simply held it out of reach as she jumped and repeatedly tried to get it. Saracen, laughing hysterically, snapped another pic as she leapt off the ground.
The suspects, of course, walked right on by.
Um, reasons?
