[The smile doesn't leave, even when her fingers trail lower, pushing the edges of his dog-tags into his skin. Familiar.]

Hey now, what do you take me for? That's not first date behavior. More like second.

[He smiles through the joke, lazily circling his thumb over her hip, in a smooth, easy motion. He liked her. She was fun. Easy. Not that kind of easy (although, frankly, yes that kind of easy too), but low maintenance. Not that he didn't enjoy the hunt, sometimes it was just nice to be on the same page.]

You know, you keep this up and I'm not sure I'll manage to get another drink in me.