Re: Graveyard Date
"No, darling. As I've told you, I was a nerd when I was a kid, just as I am as an adult. I didn't have time to spend time playing with other kids and learning survival skills," Vaughn grinned. And, well, the punishment that followed his lack of preparedness was hardly something that was going to leave him apologetic. He just laughed. The growl was sexy. But they had to get home.
"I know. I'll keep that in mind. But if you leave me wanting too much you're sleeping outside," Vaughn replied, the words trailing off quickly as he was far more interested in kissing. A moan slipped out from between their joined lips, frozen in position even with Mao climbing off of him, wanting to hold onto that feeling for a few more seconds.
There were a few cans left, and the drink Mao had brought, which Vaughn picked up. "I did, but I've had...well, at least a can," he said, trying to sound serious and failing. He could drive the short way under the influence of plenty more. "So we probably need to walk."
He couldn't even keep a straight face, grinning again as he started off the way he had come with his loot of alcohol, knowing Mao would follow. And probably take the drink from him at some point.
"Next time, though. I promise I'll have lube in my pockets," he said over his shoulder, walking a little faster than he had on the way in, wanting to get to the car, wanting to get home, just in case Mao changed his mind. "Because I know fucking in a graveyard is your favourite position."