Mildly so. Who: Red and Church What: Sexins When: 11th Where: Red's place Rating: sizzlin. From here.
There was a constant state of loneliness that Red found herself in. Probably coming from losing identity --
(or something)
-- due to all the masks and all the faces and all the voices that she managed to so wholly convince herself were her own, until it came time to steal away with what she'd come for. That was the only thing that stayed constant. The lies. The games. The cheating. She was animalistic by nature, in a constant state of war with herself and everybody around her.
Now if only Church were blonde...!
Red nuzzled his hair again when he spoke into her neck. "Just make a fucking decision." As long as he got her off, he'd hear no complaints from her end. They'd both get their own reasonable part of this Bad Decision --