Re: Graveyard Date
A smack with newspaper was not the way to go with cats, one needed to use a spray bottle of water. Mao wasn’t about to give Vaughn this information, though, he had to keep the upper hand as much as he could.
Ah, Mao was happy he could say his ridiculous things without upsetting Vaughn. Some people would have been put off by his talk of killer celebrities. In fact, most people probably would have claimed he had ruined the sexy mood between them by bringing that shit up. But not Vaughn. The guy even brought up a killer celebrity of his own. Was he not a keeper, or what? Mao might have given him a brief look of twitterpation for that, just for a second, before he went back to his wicked giggling.
They were parked (barely) and then he was pulled across the center console. Mao returned Vaughn’s kiss as if they hadn’t missed a beat since the cemetery, a pur working in his throat. He considered his choices for a moment, then grinned. “How about I strip you instead..?”
Blame it on his drunkenness (he likely would apologize and reimburse Vaughn later) but Mao did not give the man time to answer before he took hold of his shirt collar and sweater in both hands and ripped them in two down to Vaughn’s navel. Mao hadn’t as of yet, displayed his strength in front of the man in any way, and though this wasn’t really that much of a feat of strength, he had still torn the fabric of both layers as easily as if they were tissue paper. His hands were on Vaughn not a second later, running down his chest and up his sides. How was that for skin on skin?