Tegan blushed slightly as he raised his glass and toasted her, what was it about this man that made her blush so much ?  Feel so.....  Well is wasn't just her cheeks that were blushing, the warmth of his praise set off tingles running up and down her back and swirling in her groin.  Her nipples were still so impossibly hard, they ached to be freed, to be given room to expand more.  Her eyes too, kept hovering on his lips as he ate, the strong jaw and teeth making her own mouth water as she ate some more food herself.<br/><br/>Clearing her mouth with another sip of wine she said honestly, "Well I don't know about a hunter, it sounds like you are the real deal.  I mean as a youngster I shot clays an awful lot, but I wasn't allowed on shoots then, so I only progressed to rough shooting."  Lots of people she had known then had looked down on rough shooting, the poor relation that set of sneers on their faces. But thankfully she'd left those sort of people behind and she certainly didn't want a Hooray Henry at her table telling her condescendingly how difficult a shot a pheasant was.<br/><br/>The Captain had already mentioned grouse, so she hoped he wasn't one of the 'Brigade' as she thought of them, in fact she was pretty sure he wasn't.  "Then later of course I moved away from the Manor and shooting stopped altogether."  She managed to smile and keep her voice light, she'd had enough practice at it for sure.  The journey from one side of the divide to the other had been almost instant, and she'd learned just how fickle and cruel the set she had grown up in could be. She preferred the honesty and openness of the life she lived now anyway.  The ache had nothing to do with those material things and definitely not for the Brigade.  She realised she'd called it the Manor, and was surprised, she normally called it the farm, and never really talked about huntin' shootin' fishin' either, she'd also learned quickly that on this side, that that life was as sneered at as hers was now by the Henry's.<br/><br/>"Mmmm... and worms......." she laughed, "As a child my fish were all caught by tickling or guddling as some people call it.  Then my first rod fishing was with a fly, so still not worms I'm afraid." She resisted the urge to slip off her shoe and rub her foot against his leg, the need to touch him was building and making her almost thick headed with lust.  Every bite, seemed to set her mouth wanting him more, the tastes and textures only making her taste buds fizz with excitement.  "I did fish for Mackerel on holiday in Cornwall, but that was with a spinner, so I'm sorry to disappoint you I've never put a worm on a hook." she laughed again, laughter seemed so easy with him in her warm food-scented kitchen, the little chuckles of delight seemed to want to burst like bubbles around her.<br/><br/>"And also, well......  killing things....  I've never liked it as a sport like some of my friends did.  For me it is more..... well, an extension of cooking, bringing food to the table, nourishing those I cherish......" she foundered slightly, the truth of what she was saying striking a chord inside her, that showed her something she had not realised before, "Yes.....  food rather than prey," she nodded, smiling, "So no Artemis I'm afraid."<br/><br/>Tegan reached over and topped up his glass of wine, the fact that he was enjoying the food meaning more to her than he knew.  She poured herself a glass of water, she felt so thirsty she could gulp the whole lot down, she thought, but she sipped it slowly her eyes on his over her glass...... God, did he realise just how dam sexy he was?  Had he any idea how much he affected her?  Even his hands...oh god his hands.....  She could feel the heat rising again, and for a moment she pressed the cool glass against her cheek, breathing.....trying to slow her fluttering heart.