"Nah. Can't believe, in this day and age, they ain't invented a remote for a man to click his lady's clothes right off," Rodeo said against her lips, playfully goading her. The forums weren't the only place he could be a complete troll, it seemed. "Way it is right now, you always gotta hear her mouth about it."
"Mmmhm," Rodeo hummed, closing his eyes when Charlie's fingers sank into his hair. He'd always had a weakness for nails against his scalp, and even though she wasn't scratching, he still felt a little weakened by it. "You're a viper, Cherry. Gorgeous and venomous. You're my lady."
"Mm... we was," Rodeo said with a hazy smirk, happily shrugging off his jacket, effectively side-tracked. It didn't take much, for him. At even the merest suggestion that he might get some, everything else in life was abandoned. It was fortunate that it was fairly infrequent that anyone's life depended on him-- if it did, there was always a chance he'd get distracted by a nice set of tits. "But then you started gettin' a little look in your eyes, and now I'm hopin' to get lucky instead."