Saddle

Sparky's eyes move up almost crosseyed as Faith pushes his hat up. His gaze drops back down to her eyes, just letting himself stare into them, studying them and mapping out the depth that he saw.

Feeling her fingers on his skin was like a little electrical shock. He'd been touched by others before... Mel had run her hand up and down his arm... but it had not felt like this. Everything about Faith was different. He reacted to her differently without being able to help it.

Her words bring another smile to his face, creating the faint wrinkles around his eyes again. "Who said I was going to ask?"

Cocking his head, he leans in a little closer, his cheek resting against hers. "It's not fair, surprising a man like that," he whispers into her ear. "You gotta give him time to respond... like this."

Moving his head back again, his lips brush lightly against hers for a moment, almost teasing her before they part to kiss her. This time he wasn't taken off guard, so he lets the kiss linger, deeper but still very gentle. His hands slip down behind Faith to rest his palms on the back of the saddle.