[ Huh, how about that. Chuck really is in a hurry to get her to stop talking. She kisses him back, heated and wanting, pushing him back down to the mattress because he's got a pretty good idea right there, right? Kissing, lots and lots of kissing -- great things to do with mouths that don't make either of them want to kill the other. Her ferocity matches his own when roused, when she burns and doesn't yield; his fingers in her hair and her hands roaming, possessive.
They don't talk about why she's here, or why he is, except that it is what it is and for the time being he's hers. Funny how that works, that she's a fucking cougar or some shit, and worse, it's with Chuck; but at this point she doesn't care. She likes him, he drives her nuts but she likes him, live with it. ]
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They don't talk about why she's here, or why he is, except that it is what it is and for the time being he's hers. Funny how that works, that she's a fucking cougar or some shit, and worse, it's with Chuck; but at this point she doesn't care. She likes him, he drives her nuts but she likes him, live with it. ]
...Why are you still wearing pants?