Hushed Willows furnace

He didn't follow her out from beneath the willow tree, so Banner stopped and narrowed her eyes in faux-glare.  Buchanan puffed up a little - a gesture she recognized all to well from her darling brother - and questioned in his wonderfully deep voice that he was distracting.  It took her off guard for the shortest of moments until a playful smile spread lazily on her maw.  Flirting wasn't something she'd ever engaged in, but the Beta had a feeling that they were headed in that direction.  The butterflies in her stomach were an easy clue!

I suppose so, she quipped.  You are the most handsome of all my gentleman callers.  The words came out in a low purr as Banner's bright green eyes shone in the afternoon light.  Of course there were no other gentleman callers.  Buchanan knew that.  Well, hopefully.  What was a gentleman caller, anyway?  Banner was certainly no lady.  She averted her gaze coyly.  Truthfully he was the most handsome of any male she'd met.  His honesty, self control, the way he carried himself - all of these were things she admired about him.  But the thing she most enjoyed about the stalwart male's company was how he treated her.  There were scant few wolves in her life who had ever treated Banner as.. well, normal.  Supported her when she needed it and backed off when she didn't.

Truly he was the only man other than Stark to really care for her.  She breathed in deeply.  Slow.  She'd requested to take things slow.  But.. was that what she really wanted?