Next part of the Halloween party. Enjoy!
"You know, I actually like your beard. It gives you a rough edge," she said, exploring his rugged cheek with light fingertips.
He chuckled and shook his head in amusement, before reclaiming her hand. As they danced, he watched her expression go from fondness to mischief and could tell exactly what she was thinking.
"Vala, even if you steal my shaving supplies I'd just borrow someone else's."
She sighed dramatically.
"You're no fun."
"I'll tell you what. I'll keep the beard for a while if you keep the hair."
She smiled at him knowingly. She knew he liked it.
"Deal."