They gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before he spoke.
We chatted amicably around the oak table, laughing at each other's stories.
Betsy was in the kitchen, baking scones for a mid-morning snack, while the rest of us were lounging around the main room vetoing each other's suggestions.
All in all, we were getting along admirably well considering how much time we spent in each other's company.
We don't even know each other's identity.
We held hands, needing each other's comfort.
Little was said of our clandestine activities of the past year as we simply enjoyed each other's company.
The Other's gaze went to her.
Spirits dampened, Jule watched Rourk leave for the pub before Transporting himself to the forest side of the Other's property.
The Other's bedchamber had been empty, as if the otherworldly creature was permanently gone.
Jule Transported himself from the Other's Irish manor to the study of the White God's temporary headquarters in Texas.
The Original Vamp was tearing out the Other's throat.
The White God's fiery gaze was pinned to the Original Vamp, who lingered over the Other's body.
These were happy images of shared exploits, battlefield victories, and tender moments crying on each other's shoulders as their world grew uglier.
One had his sword raised, the other's was down.
The Dawkins brothers and their wives seemed to be continually in each other's faces and the Deans wondered why they bothered to travel together.
For a long moment they gazed into each other's eyes.
For a moment they simply looked into each other's eyes.
They did talk, but often when she saw them they were silently enjoying each other's company.
The two were always at each other's throats, and Gabe had witnessed their decision making skills on the Council.
He'd helped build the bridge between the two who were sworn together as mates after they barely learned each other's' names.
Past-Death and Fate had been at each other's throats for as long as Gabe could remember.
It's been calm for the past few hundred years, but I don't think any of us have forgotten that five hundred year period where we were at each other's throats.
Though all seven were constantly fighting, Kris and Rhyn were always at each other's throats.
They stood in silence, comfortable and whole in each other's arms.
They were quiet for a sometime but could sense from each other's movements that neither was asleep.
It don't look like either one needs the other's check book.
The two stood, locked in a deep gaze, fully experiencing what they found in each other's eyes.
He saw the disappointment in her face, and wondered if she had hoped, as he had, that they would spend a lazy day learning all about each other's bodies.
As they lay exhausted, locked in each other's eyes, Jackson drawled, "I am definitely starting to see some upside to our situation."
She lay down on the sofa, and they gazed into each other's eyes for a while, then Elisabeth turned away.
Darian's foot was across the Original Other's neck.
Xander channeled his magic into the Other's brain.
The Other's brain told him otherwise, that it wasn't entirely certain what happened.
The air around her crackled, Jonny's stormy power and the Other's cold lightening making her skin crawl.
Adrenaline shot through her at the surprised look on the Other's face.
We enjoy each other's company and we have a lot in common.
In that brief moment, they looked into each other's eyes.
For a moment they gazed into each other's eyes.
For a moment they looked into each other's eyes.
Their kiss was electrifying – the result of a tantalizing evening in each other's arms, no doubt.
For a moment they looked into each other's eyes, and then he turned to Ed.