“I’ve killed people before, Victor!” She was almost upset that he was so protective. Death wasn’t easy. Shouldn’t ever /be/ easy. “Can we just — we’ll see what happens after we find him, okay?” She turned in his arms, looking up and biting her lip.
“Yeah, alright love. And I’m not saying you haven’t, all I’m saying is tha’ unfortunately, it comes easy t’ me. But, we’ll just see how things go, like you said, Summer, like you said.” He kissed her gently on the lip where she was biting it. He held her tighter and rocked slightly.
She tucked her head under his chin, for the comfort of it, for a moment. Then her stomach growled, and she huffed a laugh and went back to dinner.
For a moment, Victor sighed; he treasured moments like these immensely. He laughed with her when her stomach growled and she went back to her food and sat back down in his seat, resuming his meal as well. He finished his food and leaned back in his chair, stretching. “I didn’t realize just how much I was craving Chinese.” He smirked, a laugh in his eyes.
“Oh, is that what that was? Your cravings all sound alike,” Summer teased. “You’re still craving something, I can hear it. The thrill of the hunt, maybe?” She slid one foot up his leg, plopping it in his lap and wiggling her toes. “Something else to bite?” She tipped her chin up, running a thumb down her collarbone and grinning.