Snippet #2033989

Out of frustration when finding that his precious alcohol was gone, Cooper’s hand dropped over his leg to smack at the earth below him. The sandy texture of the dirt followed the motion of his hand to create a small dust cloud beside him. That was not one of Cooper’s best ideas, though, because most of the dust went into his breathing pathway and he instantly inhaled the dry particles. As he fell into a miniature coughing fit – after all, dirt particles down your trachea isn’t a very comforting feeling - he slumped over to the side slightly, his head glanced toward the ground as if he were about to throw up everything but his heart.

“You need a place to sleep this off. And no, my bed ain’t an option.” Kate pointed out, preparing to block out any coy responses Cooper might have. However, Cooper easily noticed a loophole and directly proceeded to plot a just-as-witty retort.

As soon as the coughing died off, Cooper went to sit up and look at Kate with his sly and signature you-know-you-want-me look. His ability to control his expressions improved greatly since his arrival - as his unique expression now actually looked more like a proper face used to hit on a lady. Whether Kate was considered a lady really wasn’t in play here, however, considering her apparent, unlady-like behaviors. “No? How’s ‘bout on top ‘a ya?” He chuckled, giving her a subtle wink along with the flirtatious twinkle in his eyes. He would have gone on with whatever other dirty innuendoes he could come up from that if not for the two more coughs that interrupted him.

After Cooper composed himself, he attempted to find his posture again by scooting back up against the wall –he had somehow started slouching and felt that that needed some correction. Once comfortable again, Cooper leaned his head back against the wall and continued to give Kate his gaze; the gaze where it had the right mix of softness and seduction where it made one feel needed and loved yet, at the same time, lusting to go on a voyage of passion with him.