Patrick Marrok (unruly_heart) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-21 15:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-04 |
Miscommunication
Who: Patrick and Lindy
When: Night
Where: Gabe's party
By the time Patrick got his phone back, he was not a happy camper. He was wound up so tight that he felt he could snap at any moment and a couple of times during the duration of his grounding, he'd thought that he just might. He hadn't been able to call Lindy and hadn't been able to explain that he was grounded. He wasn't even allowed to leave the house and all because Lucas was a douche canoe.
Angry with his brother for whatever reason, his twin had decided to tell their parents that Patrick hadn't been at his friend's the night he went out with Lindy. Thankfully Lucas thought that Patrick was just with another guy friend that Bernard and Leanne didn't approve of. Had they known the real story, he probably would have gotten a hell of a lot more than a couple days worth of grounding.
Bernard hadn't given him his phone back until well after dinner and he'd been calling Lindy non stop since then. Her phone must have been off though, because he didn't get an answer and all that did was make him worry about her. He was terrified that she was angry with him, or worse than that, hurt. Having heard about the party when Lucas was talking on the phone to a friend earlier that day, he decided to head over and see if Lindy just might be out enjoying the festivities. Hopefully she would be.
Upon arriving, he found a place to park and made his way through the crowd, all the while calling Lindy's phone, hoping that she'd answer.
Lindy hadn't heard anything from Patrick since the morning after their night together out by the lake, not one word, not a phone call, text, email or even a status or poke via Facebook. She'd called his cell more times than she could count, she'd even called his house and got Lucas telling her Patrick was 'busy'... Busy? What did that even mean? He was too busy for her? To even talk or text? Weren't mated Werewolves supposed to actually need to see their mates? Or was all that mate for life or go crazy stuff just some BS lore like the idiocy of imprinting from the Twilight books? Busy... for THREE days!?! Was she really not as awesome as he'd said she was? Was there some clause she wasn't aware of that if the sex wasn't mind blowing it invalidated the whole deal? Busy...
She'd kept on texting til midday and there still hadn't been a response, Lindy was not a happy bunny, no. She didn't really feel like being here, usually she'd be bouncing around and driving people nuts with her seemingly never ending energy, most of the time Lindy made the energizer bunny seem slow, but she couldn't stop her mind from going over every single minute of their last night and morning together, trying to figure out what she might have done or said to make him stay away. It didn't make sense and she couldn't make it make sense, something had to be wrong, or keeping him from her. She'd finally decided to come to find Lucas and beg him to tell her what the hell was the deal with his brother, only Lucas was nowhere to be seen, likely off playing with his sketchbook doodling or whatever else he did with all his time. So there she was, off away from the crowd by the water, pondering just going over to his house and demanding an explanation. She'd gotten tired of checking her phone and seeing no messages from him, she'd left it locked in the glove box of her car, but now she was thinking she'd just go retrieve it and try one more time, maybe if she threatened to break up with him he'd finally answer her... maybe.
She got up and started back toward the car, trying to ignore all the couples dancing about and or making out, maybe she'd just go home cause this really just sucked.
Patrick pushed through the crowd of people, making his way through the masses and letting his nose sift through the smells of the kids around him in hopes that he'd catch Lindy's scent. It was a particular smell that he'd smelled so often that he doubted he'd ever forget it. Something that set her apart from everyone else. At first he couldn't hone in on it, but then he caught a whiff of that familiar smell and followed her trail towards the lake. Too bad he didn't find her there. She'd moved, walking away from the lake and as he looked up, he saw her tiny form making her way through the crowd and he all but bounded in her direction.
Coming up behind the girl, he caught her around the hips and pulled her body back against his, arms twining around her middle. "Lindy." he said as if he'd just found a treasure or something. To Patrick, she was. He hadn't seen her in days. That was too long to not have had her around him and now that she was close, all that worry that had filled him slowly started to fade away into nothingness. "I tried to call you like a billion times." he breathed. "Why wouldn't you answer me?"
She could smell him before his hands were on her, it was why she'd slowed down, if she had been just a little bit faster she'd have spun around to give him one hell of a warning look, but as it were, the way he grabbed her and sounded so desperate she was glad she hadn't - although, she was still rather upset with her boyfriend. She let herself lean back against him and breathe him in for a moment before she'd let him have it. Only, his arms around her like that and the smell of him stirring up her emotions in other ways than anger was making her resolve to make him suffer waiver... a little.
After a couple more moments, she finally wriggled her way out of his grasp and turned to look at him, and the look on her face was so not a pleased one. "You called a billion times? What about the quadrillion billion times I called, texted, emailed and even sent private messages on facebook AND twitter... for oh, I dunno... THREE DAYS?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest, her foot already impatiently tapping the ground. "I call your house and get told you're 'busy'... what the hell, Patrick... what.the.hell?"
He looked like she'd smacked him and the hurt in her voice felt like she might as well have. His lower lip quivered and he swallowed the lump in his throat as she finished what she had to say. "I wasn't busy..." Patrick told her. "I was grounded. I told Lucas to tell you." Which just made his anger for his brother that much stronger. "He blabbed that I wasn't really at my friend's house, but he just told them that I was at Matt's house and they hate Matt which I guess is better than him telling them that I was with you, but he didn't know that and... I... I wasn't avoiding you." he promised. "I swear I wasn't. Do you really think I'd just not talk to you if I had the choice?"
"Wait... what? It was Lucas who told me you were busy... I thought... Ugh! Can I kill him?!" she fumed, partially relieved but partially even more pissed off than before, and hurt in an entirely new way by Lucas' betrayal of them both. "I thought maybe it didn't click or something... that maybe... I wasn't good enough at... you know... for your system to do whatever that thing is that it does to bond to a mate and you... maybe didn't want me anymore..." she frowned, that look of hurt still on her face, after all, she'd been wondering for days. "Your brother is a douche fuck."
"Not if I get to him first." Patrick muttered, brows furrowed and annoyance with Lucas written all over his face. That annoyance only grew when he realized what thoughts Lucas's stupid being an asshole phase had given Lindy. "Good enough at it?" he asked her. "Are you crazy? You couldn't have been better at it than you were. If anyone wasn't good enough at it, it was me. I... Lindy..." he said, shaking his head and reaching out to slip his arms around the girl and pull her body against his. "I'll never not want you." he assured her. "It clicked. Believe me it clicked. My parents probably already know because I was freaking out the last couple of days."
"You were... awesome, so... yeah." she assured, wrapping her arms tight around him, breathing him in deeply, God she missed how he smelled, just as much as she just missed him period. "I'm sorry I yelled... I just... I missed you like crazy and after I got home all I wanted to do was run right back to you. I texted you like, two seconds after I got back from Bunny's... guess you'd already gotten in trouble by then... ugh, Lucas... why would he tell on you?" she asked, clinging to the boy as tight as her short little arms possibly could.
The compliments on his sexual abilities made Patrick feel better, but he was still too pissed at Lucas to really take much pride in the words she spoke. "It's okay." he said. He could understand how it probably looked when Lucas was being a ass and not telling her what he'd asked him to tell her. Bastard. "Yeah... I don't know either. Maybe he's jealous or something because I can't figure out any other reason he'd be such a cockmunch. I can't believe he tattled on me." he sighed.
"I don't know why he'd be jealous... it's not like he likes me like that, I thought he had something going with that random British chickie or whatever?" she asked, crinkling her nose up as it did that little twitchy thing it tended to do. "Does he know? I mean... about, y'know... us and the mating... thing?" She would hope he didn't know when he'd taken her call and flat out lied to her, that would just be cruel on Lucas' part and she thought they were friends, best of at that, it just wasn't like him to be so sneaky and mean.
Patrick let out a shaky bit of a breath. "Kinda..." he said with a frown. "He wanted to use Annabelle's van and I have the keys and I told him no and he went on and on about how he was going to call Annabelle and make her make me give him the keys and I knew that she probably would have so I just gave them to him and... well... I mean he didn't say anything to Mom and Dad, that I know of at least but... doesn't matter the cleaning... it's not easy to get rid of the smell." Not that it was a bad smell, in his opinion. The smell of himself with his lover was something that Patrick's nose could have gotten quite used to, but at the same time, when trying to hide your mated status from your parents, it did make things difficult.
"Oh..." Lindy responded, again her nose crinkling up and twitching. "He wouldn't tell on that... at least I'd hope he wouldn't, but then again I never thought that he would lie to me and get you grounded for no good reason..." she frowned. "Maybe you should just tell them before he does? I mean, if he's being petty and weird... then like you said, the smell... oh God... does Annabelle know?" Lindy asked, a little hint of fear in her eyes, Annabelle could be downright scary, bad enough Lindy had mated to her younger brother, but they'd gone and done it in her classic fully restored vehicle, the vehicle she called her 'baby'... yeah, safe to say Lindy would definitely be avoiding Annabelle for a good long while.
Patrick didn't want to think about telling his parents. He knew that mating with someone would probably go over a hell of a lot better than had he bit someone - which he would never ever do - but still, he was terrified to tell them that he'd mated at all. What would they think? What would they do? They couldn't really do anything about it, he supposed. Grounding him would just make him go crazy. It wasn't like they could tell him he couldn't see Lindy. They couldn't take her away from him like they could the telephone or the van.
The van was a whole different thing and if he didn't tell his parents, they'd find out soon enough. Annabelle would want her van back and he knew it. She'd be able to smell what had gone on inside the vehicle and he knew better than to think she'd be anything more than utterly pissed off at him. He could almost hear the cursing in his head and it made his stomach hurt to think about it.
"Annabelle is going to kill me..." he whispered, biting his bottom lip and looking positively terrified. "I don't wanna tell them, they'll be mad... they'll freak out... Annabelle is already going to kill me if she smells the van and she's so going to want it back eventually. Oh, god, Lindy... what do I do?"
"We could always run away..." she instantly blurted without thinking. Of course, they'd likely be found rather quickly seeing as his father and her brother were cops after all, connections, damn. "Barring that... we just... face the music? I mean, sure we're gonna get in trouble, likely yelled at..." Lots of yelling, loud, very angry yelling at that. "But... eventually they have to accept it, it is what it is and it's not like we can turn back time or undo it... and I really wouldn't want to..." she told him.
"Annabelle will be mad, probably epically mad, madder than you've probably ever seen her... but, she is still your sister... it's just a car in the end, she'll get over that, right?" Lindy asked, biting her lower lip. Annabelle didn't seem that petty to her, sure she pampered the hell out of that van, but she still let her brothers use it, obviously they were more important than some hunk of metal.
"We'll figure it out, and no matter what happens... remember that I love you, okay Patrick? And that's something that's never gonna go away, you'll always have me."
Patrick thought that running away would be a wonderful idea. Of course Bernard would probably have a manhunt in effect before they even made it out of the city. Facing the music sounded like facing the firing squad and it wasn't something that Patrick was looking forward to. Angry yelling, angry parents, being a disappointment and the uncertainty of what they might do to him filled his head and his face drained of color. "But what if they don't accept it?" he practically whimpered. "What happens when they tell your parents and they get mad and they say that you can't see me?" he asked. "I'll go crazy, Lindy." he breathed. "I don't wanna tell them. Please don't make me..."
Annabelle was another story entirely. He might not live through telling Annabelle. "It's not just a car. She practically birthed the thing and she's going to kill me for this... I... God...." he sighed. Why couldn't he have thought about all of this from the beginning? This wasn't going to be good in the end and his stomach was churning around and he was certain he might explode or faint if it kept doing those flips.
"I love you too..." he said, at least that much he was sure of. "I... can we just not talk about this anymore? Please?"
Lindy frowned deeply, she didn't like seeing Patrick in such a distressed state, especially since she felt responsible for it for being unable to behave herself and not push and push and tease until the boy couldn't take anymore and gave in. At least that's how she was starting to look at it, and look what it had done? She hadn't even thought about his parents not accepting it, not accepting them as a packaged deal. She knew her parents were going to be upset, but she was pretty certain they knew the dire consequences he'd face if they kept her from him, she honestly couldn't see her parents putting him through that, nor her for that matter knowing what it would do to her knowing he was losing it because of her "I'm not gonna make you tell them if you aren't ready... I think I've already made you do enough..." she trailed that last part off, though she could have barely breathed it and his keen ears would still have heard it.
"I'll help you clean it, get as much of the scent out as we can and just say we made out hot and heavy... maybe she'll buy it... hopefully..." she frowned, wishful thinking, he was a dead man walking.
"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to..." she nodded, biting her lower lip. "Do you wanna stick around here, or do you feel like going somewhere quieter?" she asked, trying to change the subject and make sure that they would do something he wanted to in order to get his mind off of all of the trouble heading their way.
She hadn't forced him into anything, at least he didn't think so. Patrick had wanted Lindy since as long as he could remember. Back in the days of cooties and play-doh and stolen kisses when no one else was around. The only thing in his life aside from his family that had ever felt consistent was Lindy and that wasn't going to change now, even if he was afraid that his family wouldn't accept them. There was no Patrick anymore. There was only Patrick and Lindy. They were a single functioning set as far as he was concerned and there wasn't anything anyone could do to change that. It was done. She was his. To hell with the opinions of everyone else.
When she said what she did, Patrick frowned at her and shook his head. "Lindy..." he murmured, clutching her body tighter against his and letting his eyes close as he took in the words that she didn't say. "You didn't 'make' me do anything. I wanted to be with you. You can't possibly think that you forced me into being with you. You didn't. Don't think that. Please don't think that..." He hadn't meant for her to feel responsible for his less than happy mood. It wasn't her fault. It had nothing to do with Lindy. He loved her and wanted to be with her and he was with her. "I love you." he told her. "That's what matters." No matter who disapproved of their mating, he had what he wanted.
He didn't think any amount of cleaning was going to help make the smell go away. "I doubt it..." he said. "I don't think massive amounts of cleaning will make that smell go away. We did it over and over again, remember." They'd practically ground the smell into the bed, there was no chance of making it go away completely. Not without replacing pieces of the interior of the vehicle.
"We can go somewhere quieter..." he said. "Maybe just to the edge of the party. The we can still hear the music and stuff... just... not so crowded...?" he asked, sounding hopeful. Keeping his mind off the bad was definitely the way to go.
She felt a little better hearing him tell her that she hadn't forced him into anything he hadn't wanted, it made her happy in spite of all the trouble that they were bound to be facing once their families knew, it was worth it so long as he loved her and he'd totally assured her of that. "I love you, so so much... we'll get through it, together, promise." she told him, and they would, somehow or another.
"Guess we'll cross that bridge when we get there... hopefully she won't ask for it back right away... hopefully." They had done it a lot, she tried hard not to smile just a little bit when thinking about it. It was hard not to, it had been epic.
"Let's go... and later... if you want to, we could go be totally alone... and not even in Annabelle's van..." she told him, hopping up to hook her arms around the back of his neck, pulling herself up to kiss him quickly before releasing him. She couldn't wait another second, it had been THREE DAYS, damn it!
Patrick nodded a little. Lindy had that way of reassuring him that just made everything seem to be smoke on the breeze, completely and utterly unimportant and soon to pass. "Yeah." he said softly. "We'll figure it out." Somehow. They had to. He knew that there wasn't much that anyone could do, but that didn't make the thought of telling either set of parents the truth. "So don't you be worrying about it." he told her, a stern little tone taking over his voice. He didn't want her worrying herself to death over his upset.
He too hoped that Annabelle wouldn't want her van back any time soon, but he wasn't about to as God for any big favors. Not where premarital sex - and lots of it - were his reason for needing the help in the first place. He doubted the diety would be very forgiving to a boy that couldn't keep his pants zipped up.
He didn't think too much on it, however, because Lindy was teasing him with the thought of being with her again and it had been days since he last touched her and tasted her and felt her skin against skin and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to be alone with her right now. Oh yes, he was going to hell and all his prayers would be sent right to the spam folder of God's inbox.
He kissed her back and gave her a little smile when he pulled away again, the leaned in to capture her lips once more. "Mhm." he said. "Guess we'll have to find another spot that isn't mobile."
"Oh no, I have a place... and it's a good one too." she nodded, still teasing by not expanding on it as she took his hand and started towards the edge of the lake. "Still technically mobile, but a lot more permanent then a van..." she added, pulling her boyfriend along with her until they reached the spot where there were no other party goers but they could still hear the music over the sound of the crowd.
"Yeah?" he asked, arching a brow as he followed her along towards the lake. He tried to think of what she might be talking about but his mind went completely blank. "Where?" he questioned.
"Holden's place," she said matter of factly. "He's all moved out, but he said he's not selling it, might rent it out eventually or something, but I have the keys..." she grinned, plunking herself down in the grass. "Mom and dad aren't going to be making a habit of going there, and Holden has no plans to come back, so at least for a little while, I think we have a little place of our own to hide away in..."
Patrick liked the sound of that. A place of their own. Sure he was sixteen, but he was mated to a girl he loved and that was as good as married to him. Besides, knowing that there would actually be locks and doors and the ability to not get mauled by his sister every time he decided to have sex with his girlfriend was definitely an improvement over the van. He smiled at Lindy and lifted his hand to brush her hair back behind her ear. "I think that a trailer would be way better than a van." he admitted.
"About the only good thing to come from Holden moving," Lindy sighed just a little, she missed her brother but he seemed to really like where he'd relocated to and as much as it hurt to have him just up and leave like that, she was trying to be happy for him for finding a better place for himself. It still sucked, but at least he'd left the keys to his mobile home with her mom and had already paid the rest of the years space rental and the electric would stay on at least until he decided to rent the place out, til then she'd have a place to run away and hide off in and play house with Patrick without getting him into even more trouble with his sister. "The bed is bigger and softer too," she told him, smiling innocently, as if. "Maybe after this whole thing Lucas started blows over we could even spend a night or two there..."
Patrick felt bad for Lindy. He knew how much she loved her brother and he couldn't imagine any of his siblings moving away. Even asshat Lucas. Of course thinking about siblings moving away quickly transferred into thinking about other things because Lindy started talking about the bed at Holden's place and staying nights there and a warm feeling washed over the teenage boy. He was filled with hormones after all and she was his and the more he could lay claim to her, the better as far as he was concerned. A little smile flickered over his face and he nodded a little, reaching up to slide her hair behind her ear. "Hopefully the Luke stuff blows over fast." he murmured.
"Even if it doesn't... at least we can steal as much alone time as we can during the day, when I'm not working anyhow, and there's always evenings when everyone thinks we're just out on a date or something..." Lindy was a sneaky girl, even living in a house with two other Were's, she was still somehow able to sneak about without getting caught, it was a skill. "Speaking of jobs... weren't you thinking of getting one? Peyton sold the comic book store, but I bet I could still get you in if you wanted..?" she inquired, letting a hand idly trace little patterns against the denim fabric covering his thigh, her thoughts were pretty far from 'work' if she was being honest, but she was trying to be good... at least for a little while.
"Yeah." Patrick nodded. "I need a job." Mostly to pay for all things Lindy, but that wasn't something he was going to say aloud. Christmas would be coming soon and he knew he would need to get her something, not to mention the fact that he wanted to buy her things just for no reason too. "I'll come in and see on Monday, maybe." he suggested. That could work. Then he'd get more time with Lindy. Anything that would get him more time with Lindy was a good thing. He was trying to be good too, but it was difficult with her fingertips tracing over his pants, his skin warm beneath the fabric of his jeans. Such a little thing as her hand moving over his thigh could set him off and tonight was no different. "Were you really worried that I was upset with you?" he asked. "Or that I didn't want to be with you?"
Lindy liked the idea of Patrick working at the shop with her, she would have suggested him working at her mom's bakery, but... that meant working around her mom and they couldn't exactly go hide in the stock room and make out with her mom in the other room now could they? Plus she worked a lot more at the comic store than the bakery, and Nora wasn't around to make doe eyes at the boy. That would seriously be annoying. "Good, I'll talk you up and make sure they think you're awesome before you apply. You're bound to get in." she nodded. Lindy crinkled her nose and sighed at his question. "I wasn't sure what to think... not knowing what was going on was kind of leaving my imagination to run wild... I mean, when Lucas said you were busy... guess I just thought that you were busy avoiding me. It didn't make sense... not much makes sense when I'm not with you, but yeah... I guess I thought maybe I did something wrong and it didn't take and you just... changed your mind." she frowned. "My brain is a scary place sometimes."
Patrick could have concentrated on what she was saying about the job, but he seemed to hone in more on what she was saying about how she'd felt in the days that he'd been unable to talk to her. It hurt his heart to think that she'd worried herself so. Stupid Lucas and his stupid jealousy or annoyance or just need to be an asshat. Whatever it was, Patrick was angry with his brother for putting Lindy through all he had.
"It doesn't work like that." he told her, though he didn't blame her for her mind wandering through all the possibilities. "But you didn't do anything wrong." he assured her, shaking his head a little and slipping his arm around her shoulder, settling there on the grass in the spot they'd found. Pulling his girlfriend's tiny body against his own, he let out a soft little breath. "I was going crazy without you." he whispered. "It was like the most important part of me was far away and if I spent one more second without you, I might have exploded or something." he muttered. That was how it had felt to him at least. Not being able to get to his mate and yet feeling powerless had not been the best way to spend the last few days that they were apart.
"Guess I'll have to stay out of trouble." he told her. "Otherwise I might start tearing things apart at my house if I ever get grounded again. Or maybe I just need to tell my parents because they can't exactly keep me from you if they know what's going on. Not that I'm in a hurry to want to tell them either." he sighed. "I just... don't want them to be disappointed in me for letting it happen so soon..."
Lindy snuggled up against him, the tiny girl was damn near clinging to him. She felt dumb for letting her mind wander to all the worst possibilities, but she was still a teenage girl and this was her first and would be her only super serious relationship, insecurities happened, even if your significant other happened to be a werewolf. She was so going to kick Lucas somewhere unpleasant the next time she saw him, that was for sure.
"Staying out of trouble would be good," she agreed, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. "I know... I kind of want to just tell my parents too, but... yeah, I can kind of already picture the look on my mom's face. It's not like I'm having a baby or anything, so it's not the same as her and dad, but she'll compare it... I know she will." There were times when Lindy caught a glimpse of regret in her mom's eyes about having to give up so much of herself to be a wife and mother at such a young age. At the same time, she could also see how much her parents were still crazy in love with each other, even after so many years. That had to say something about young love standing the test of time.
He liked her clinging to him, not because he wanted her to feel the need to cling, but because he was clinging right back against her just as hard. He didn't want to let her go and the way he felt right now, he figured they'd have to pry his arms out from around her if they wanted him to leave her side. Patrick was not willing to be away from her any time soon.
"Well at least I didn't get you pregnant." he said. "My parents really would kill me if that happened." Being mated was one thing. Having a tiny life in your hands for the rest of your life was completely different. "They can't really get mad at us for being together young. Your parents were young and they're still together. And they can't say that I'll ever leave you because I won't. And there isn't really anything anyone can do about it unless they want me to go completely insane." he murmured, his voice somewhat scared at that thought. While he knew his parents would be pissed, he figured they'd eventually come around, but hers were an entirely different story.
Bernard and Leanne wouldn't keep him from Lindy, they knew what it was like to be mated, but Lindy's parents had the option to hold Lindy back from him if they so chose. Would they? Would they care that it would drive him insane? He hoped against everything that they would care more for him than to doom him to insanity. But hope didn't always pan out.
"Yeeeeah, we're so not gonna entertain that thought, like... at all." Lindy furrowed her brow. "We're not gonna repeat that part of my parents history... even though I totally would do it with you in the stacks... just sayin'." Lindy added. "They'll have to accept it, I'm never gonna leave you and even if they tried to keep us apart, I'd find a way around them... but I don't think it'll come to that. My parents are pretty reasonable and they do care about you, don't think they'd want you going nuts cause of me." Lindy gave his thigh a little squeeze. "We should stop talking about the what if's and depressy stuff... I've missed you and you haven't properly kissed me yet." she told him, giving him a pointed look.
Okay, every time that Patrick walked through the library, he was going to think about himself and Lindy making babies on the books. Stop brain. Stop. Just plain stop. He really didn't need to let himself get carried away with all the places he could do the deed with his girlfriend, his mate. "Let's hope that they don't want me crazy." he sighed.
He smiled a little at her talk of how he hadn't yet kissed her. He hadn't and now that he knew she wanted that kiss, he made short work of giving her what she'd requested. Letting the hand that wasn't around her shoulders slide up to catch her cheek, he turned her head upwards and pressed his lips lightly to hers, sucking on her bottom lip and then lightly nipping at her flesh. "Mmm..." he murmured as he pulled away again. "How's that for proper?"
"Pretty good," she whispered, "I'm thinking it needs more tongue... maybe strategic placement of hands..." she added, biting her lower lip, giving him that look, the one that said she just couldn't be good anymore. "Maybe I should just situate myself on your lap?" she asked, waiting to see if they were on the same page for a mini make out session before rejoining the party.
She was so evil. Such a pretty little demon wrapped up in a goddess and when she gave him that look, it was hard for his boy brain to even try to function properly. "Maybe you should." he whispered, eyes sliding over her face, fixating on her mouth, god what a mouth. He had absolutely no objections to her body being on top of his, no matter what the fashion.