Talk:Centaur/@comment-109.146.65.248-20150831204653/@comment-24934423-20150831223130

I look at her from the corner of my eye. "...Are you sure you want that? Normally, you'd make me walk, even after hours of traveling."

The redness of her flushed face deepens a bit as she nods.

"...Nah," I deny her as a sly smirk forms on my face. "You're too drunk to get us both home safely. I'll consider it when you're sober."

The redness fades a little, replaced with a look of disappointment. "Idiot..." she mutters as she turns her face away.

Nothing is said during the next minute, when I suddenly jump on her back. She lets out a yelp, but doesn't try to buck me off. "W-w-what do you think you're doing?! First you reject me, and now this?!"

"Silly," I say to her with a laugh, "it's more fun this way! You know I'd trust you with my life, just like you'd trust me with yours." I can feel her begin to heat up when I wrap my arms around her torso. "Just remember that you asked for this. Promise me you won't regret it later, okay?"

She calms down after a moment. Placing her hands on mine, she gives me one of her rare, beautiful smiles. "I won't."