Darion matched the grin, catching her legs and running his fingers along the skin of her leg lightly and teasingly.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Oh, I would so love to take a few more hours from you if I didn't think your bosses would be so much more jealous.”</span>he replied, starting to lean in closer to where her face was buried.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Maybe next time, darlin'.  But your bosses, the Ormetas wouldn't be pleased with you if you stayed too long in the presence of a lowly ex-ranger.”</span>As he finished speaking, Darion reached up and moved the sheets out of the way to give the redheaded woman a deep kiss, showing how much he had enjoyed the night before.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“But, also on top of that, I have a job I got to start as well.”</span>with that he parted from her, picking his hat up off one of the bed posts before finishing dressing with the trench coat, and finally the weapons that he always carried.  After a moment he dug his ranger helmet out of his pack to attache to his belt, he never knew if he would need the gas mask portion of it at all or not in the upcoming job.  The absolute last thing he did was dig the ammo from his bag, putting the mags in each pocket to that he was fully armed, including a pair of grenades at the back of his belt.<br/><br/>After he was all dressed and armed, the desperado hat sitting on his head to hide his grin in the shadow of it, he watched Jessica dress.  He couldn't help but enjoy the sight of the cloth running over the woman's body.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Maybe next time we could tire you out even more.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>