littlegreengirl (littlegreengirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-09 20:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, montgomery scott |
You're not a slut, probably
Who: Gaila and Scotty
What: Robot stuff, emotional talk, arguing, and then there be kisses
When: Day or two after the hangover logs
Where: Santa Ana. Repair shop.
Rating: PG-13, Language, smootching
Status: Complete
Well. THAT had made for a decidedly strange past twenty-four hours. Scotty was staring down at the coffee maker like maybe he should rip it's coffee maker guts out and give it a bit of a further tweaking, as it was a bit sluggish with the water flow. Perhaps the pump needed replaced. Otherwise, the coffee was fine and just plain old ordinary coffee as it should be, but the wait for it to brew while nursing a hangover was murder.
More concerning than that, however, was that CLITTY (still the hand's down worst name for a dog, ever) was still there. So, while he didn't hear girls chattering, it meant that Faiza had probably left and Cass was still there. And likely still pissed off. Or was she? He eyedarted suddenly, wondering if it was the case, because she seemed fine with every other male in the vicinity. Ugh. He imagined that as soon as he poked his head out of the loft door, she probably was going to throw a wrench at his face. Not safe, leaving a angry female with a whole arsenal of tools - some of which involved electricity or heat - at her disposal.
There were worse names for a dog. Like 'cat'. Or 'Dicksore'.
The angry female with an arsenal of tools at her disposal was digging through some more discarded parts. She let out a surprised yelp and pulled out what looked like a fully functional laptop. Several years old and the color of smudged soot and dirt, but she flipped it over and gave it a quick inspection before diving back into find its power source.
Scotty - or men in general - were the last things on her mind. She certainly didn't want to be thinking about what she and Faiza had spoken about when there were computer parts to be had.
There was no screaming or yelling or crying or any associated girl crazinees, so Scotty deemed it safe enough to peek his head out and try to find out what she was doing, as quietly as possible. Oh, she's digging around. Admittedly, it was cute the way she kind of dove right into everything looking for parts and stuff like he did, and she seemed to genuinely be interested in the computer end of things, which was always nice and handy, he supposed. Not that he was illiterate, rather he was very good at using computers. Above and beyond playing online card games that he mostly felt of a waste of time. After all, he could be building. Wow, she had a really nice bum. He gave it an appreciative nod before his entire face went O.O and he wanted to slap himself for letting his thoughts run away from him like that, yet again.
Better not be rude and try to test the waters. He cleared his throat with a token cough or two, and asked her like it was just a nonchalant inquiry, "Cassie? Would ye like some coffee or anything?"
That's right. Make nice. Or try to. If he had a plain white t-shirt nearby, he'd be waving it in the air like a white flag to call for another truce. He wasn't even sure if that would WORK or not.
A burned out circuit board flew past his head. Cass popped up, "Look out! Sorry. I wasn't paying attention? Coffee is good!" She dove back in, finally finding the power brick. Dismayed, she noticed it was cut off where the plug would be.
No problem. She started looking for electrical tape, wire cutters and a three-prong electrical plug. Sister Judith would be so proud of her.
Alarm and ducking back inside saved the day there, before he had a computer part meet his face. That would've smarted. He did peek back out again, and saw she was right back to digging, and she didn't sound at all angry. In fact, she sounded...dare he even think it...happy.
One cup of coffee it was, and he decided it was safe. Or he was on a temporary reprieve. It was likely because she'd been flirting up one side of Kirk and down the other side of Sulu, just a small while ago. He had to stop himself from tapping the spoon against the lip of the cup so hard it threatened to crack. Right. Well, that was her perogative then, wasn't it! Whatever made her happy. Right. Going to just sip coffee. Right. NO, wrong. That cup was for her. He stared down at it, accusingly, before holding his head high and marching down the stairs.
There, now she can have her coffee. See? He is holding it out to her. You take now, thanks.
"Do you have any old computer cords?" She pooked the laptop, "I found its charger but there's no way to plug it into the wall." Gratefully, she took the coffee and sipped it, then wrinkled her nose. It needed sweetener of some sort, but she wasn't going to ask him to go get some.
"Aye, in the box marked 'cords' which starts with a 'c' and is part of the alphabet, which starts with 'a' and is down at that end of that shelf there." Scotty pointed, like he wondered about the school systems in this country, sometimes. He had also noticed the nose wrinkle and wrinkled his own nose up, back at her, like he was mirroring her exactly. "What's wrong with ye now?"
He'd put some sugar in it. He always had a touch of sugar in it! Probably not enough though, for girl taste buds.
"Its bitter." She put the coffee down and wandered over to the box of cords, picking out one that looked like it wouldn't cause a fire. She sat back down and looked at the wire, the power brick, and the wire cutters. It was very important that she put this together right else she get electrocuted.
He stood there, making a face at her, like he couldn't believe someone just insulted his coffee like that. Bitter? He followed the directions PRECISELY as indicated, right down to the ratio of ground coffee to so many cups of water. How could it be BITTER?!
"It cannae be bitter, I made it according tae how it said tae make it!" There, he's saying what he's thinking again. Full on protest. Then he stopped and took a sip, made a blech face like maybe in mid-think-streaming he'd forgotten the sugar. Oh well, he'd fix it. It was fixable. Just add sugar. This is why he took home half the restaurant in packet form, whenever he ended up in a dinner. He had sugar packets laying around.
That wasn't the worst part though. Scotty picked up the cup and then looked at her questioningly, like he was wondering what the great blazing sunshine in the Sahara she was doing, just puttering around in his repair shop like that. Though it looked pretty interesting, and - truth be told - he didn't mind it TOO terribly much. Huh. Funny, that. Not minding it. Usually he would've been telling people not to touch things. Not her. Hm!
"Did ye find something, repairable?" he asked, without sounding cranky or anything, just curious. Terribly, terribly curious.
She eyedarted. It was in his garage so she supposed technically finders keepers belonged to him, "A laptop. It looks like it might still work if I can splice together the power supply."
She pointed at a pile, "You just threw it into that pile there."
"I was gonnae take a look at it, later," he confessed, watching her poke around at it. Oh well, she's preoccupied, but that's a good thing, because that meant she wasn't angry and couldn't get all UGH at him like when she HUNG UP ON HIM LAST NIGHT, WHICH HE HAS NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT. But he's still just being wary and suspicious of her, because she's like trying to figure out how to stop a runaway freight train, and there's a lot of variables to take into consideration. "I s'pose if ye want tae keep it, that's fine. Maybe ye can use the parts there, in the computer ye're piecing together."
"I was hoping that it would work straight out. That would save me some time I hope." She picked it up, "But its yours, you don't even have a computer!"
She all but shoved it in his hand while taking the now sugared coffee from him at the same time.
That was some trade off. He had quickly put the sugar in, after finding some packets on the worktable. Sometimes, if he needed a pick me up, he just cracked open a packet of saltines and chased it with a packet of sugar, so he could keep working, uninterupted. But now he just got a coffee for laptop trade off? Which was good, he supposed. If not somehow confuzzling, which is one step up from confused.
"Maybe ye could fix it up for me, then," he stated, looking down at it. "I mean, I dunnae have time tae properly mess about with it, right now...and ye seem tae know what you're doing. If ye're not tae busy, I mean."
He means like the software and everything, of course. But he knew she liked that end of it, more. Kinda like he knew physics, but liked the engineering part of things far, far more.
He knew her well enough for that, and she got a sparkle in her eyes at the thought. That was the second best thing to having one for herself. And it would help a friend.
Because thats what he was. A friend. He'd barely reacted when she'd flirted with Jim and Sulu. Faiza was right, he was nutters and as much as she was starting to acknowledge an attraction she didn't have time for this bullshit. She should have gotten their numbers. Both of them. They'd probably be better than mr. repeat forgotten performance.
Oh please. That was silly. The attraction WAS there, but he was just denying it existed, because little miss 'just friends' one does not sit there going TEE HEE and such to other guys in front of someone they might possibly be even remotely attracted to because it throws out the wrong signals that you, lass, are not interested. Of that, Scotty was starting to get that picture quite clearly from her, like it confirmed his every suspicion.
He also wasn't going to come out and say, 'Oh, by the way, Cassie? Everytime I look at you, I think I'm going to have a heart attack because my chest feels like someone lodged a lead weight into me ribcage.' Especially not after she practically had eye sex with every other male they'd ever been around, except for him. Of course not him. He wasn't suave with words and stories like Varric was. He didn't know Kirk or Sulu that well, but he'd met people sort of like them before. Enough to now he wasn't at all as dangerous and dashing and just...out there...like Kirk was. And he didn't have that Sulu guy's cool seeming confidence, of the sort where he didn't have to be hollering about how kung fu awesome or smart he was, every two seconds.
No, he certainly had none of those things. Because he was just a cranky, odd, not as handsome as everyone else was, drunken Scottish engineer. In fact, he was ultimately quite boringly normal looking. He was snarky and liked things done his way, and she was young and beautiful and fiesty and funny and...and...? He made himself stop, and really hoped he hadn't just ranted that outloud at her, because that would have been supremely embarrassing. He'd have to welding torch his face right off. Then maybe stab at it a few times, while screaming in pain.
"Please tell me that I said none of that, outloud," he said all of a sudden, and hoped she said 'no.' As in, 'No, you said nothing outloud, you silly. Why would you ever do that? Tee hee!'
He'd started muttering to himself at some point, and she caught every other word at first, then every single word towards the end. The coffee was half lifted to her mouth and her pale eyes were staring at him as though he'd grown three and a half heads.
"You're not boring or normal!" Those were the first words that popped out of her mouth, "Thats what I LIKE about you!"
"Shite! I said it outloud! Blood, bloody fucking hells!" His entire face scrunched up like he was mentally kicking his own ass, hard, and the result of that super omega mental ass kicking left him clamping both hands down on the sides of his head. It looked as though he was trying to squeeze out an impending migraine from his eye sockets, before it had a chance to set in. "I'm sorry. I've really got tae mind that? I dinnae mean tae dump on you. That was shite. I should o' made sure me coffee wasn't two parts whiskey tae one part coffee this morning!"
Breathe, breathe you fool! Right. Breathing now. He gave her a thumbs up like everything was okie dokey! No worries! He's fine! He had this 100% under control! He's Scottish, after all! Nothing to see? Move along?
"I'm so confused. I thought you weren't attracted to me like that. Well not entirely like that." Cass sounded like she was still trying to process that.
She set the coffee cup down, and then came around the workbench towards him, "I don't do really well when I'm attracted to a guy I actually like. Trust issues, maybe."
By that point, he'd peeked one eye open past the horrendous wince, but hadn't managed to drop his hands down just yet. Talk about forward. That was lightyears too forward, what he'd blethered on about, far more than he would've liked. For a while, at first, at least. Well, better to come clean and be done with that, and then could maybe find some sort of inevitable solution that probably meant...wait, did she say mention she maybe liked him back?
Now he was staring at her like she had spontaneously turned neon mother fucking green and announced that she was from Venus, or something. Which would be fitting, as she did resemble a goddess of sorts...and...right, back on track, before he started ranting that outloud, as well.
"I think that's it, a wee bit. Everyone's got their baggage they're dragging about with them, don't they," Scotty reluctantly confessed, though he knew he probably had significantly less than she likely did. "I thought ye dinnae like me, so...I was jus' preparing meself for the inevitable. Ye do have a habit of staring at every other male like it's a piece o' meat tae be devoured, ye know. Not tae be mean but...it's noticeable."
He pinched his thumb and index finger together, to show her, wee bit. Noticed. Then he squinted through it, though there was enough of a gap, that he didn't really have to do that.
Is he calling me a slut? She squinted her eyes at the man, trying to figure out if thats what he meant. She folded her arms, chewing her lip and glowering at him, though it was more of an uncertain glower.
"Is there something wrong with being attracted to someone? Its not like I sleep with every man I look at. Do you sleep with every woman you eye?"
"Or try to take apart every engine you get your hands on?"
Was she trying to imply he had a hard on for machinery? He squinted back at her, like that was rather rude. He quite liked girls, as long as they were very specific sorts of girls, who were like freight trains, and did manage to catch his attention somehow, away from...well she's not winning because she's not right, about this. He's decided that!
At least now, Scotty wasn't grabbing hold of his head like he was trying to keep it from exploding. No, instead, both arms were folded tightly over his chest, and he was giving much the same uncertain sort of glare back at her, for she had really addled his brain quite a bit.
"I never said that there wasn't. An' no, I dunnae. I tend tae be a bit more...picky," he said, after giving it some thought, rolling his eyes up to stare at the ceiling while he picked out the right word from a pile of very cluttered thoughts. As it was, Scotty was still a bit embarrassed about having blurted that all out, but he always had had a tendency to do that. Along with making him smart, his mum always had said that every bump to his skull he had between ages one and sixteen, had knocked the wires lose so he had no stop filter between the brain and the mouth.
"Let's compare the last year, then. Aye?" He moved closer to her, giving her a little hip check bump, very slightly, so she could scoot over a little. Grabbing a pencil and a scrap of paper on the workbench, he drew a two column list, and put their names at the top of each column. Then he marked a lone 1 in the column under his name, pushing the paper over to her. "That's how many girls I've slept with in the past year. Yer turn. Gae on, then, or are ye afraid?"
Not smooth, Scotty. Not smooth at all. Negative eleventy billion brownie points for you, sir.
A part of him was nagging along the edges of his brain, in that way that he knew he had just been insensitive and said something very, very wrong. His mum would kick his arse if she had been anywhere in the nearby vicinity, then he would've gotten chewed out until his ears bled from the verbal onslaught.
With a wince, Scotty dropped the pencil down and held up one hand, waving it a little bit, like she should just forget it. It wasn't his business anyway, and - like he'd said - everyone had their baggage they were lugging around. "Sorry, Cassie. I think it's safe tae say, I haven't had good experiences meself. I shouldnae take that out on ye."
She stared at him, as though all words and thoughts had stopped. But there was something: Outrage. It was there in her eyes, along with a good dose of hurt. Maybe even a little guilt but that was to be expected with her upbringing. The man knew where to push and how hard to push and it took all her will power not to dump the hot coffee all over his head. She pushed away from the work table and got to her feet. She grabbed up her bag of circuit boards and ran out of the garage as fast as her legs could carry her.
It was like she didn't hear his apology!
"Shiiiiiiiiite." Now he felt like that, oh yes he did. He could be a button pusher, and it wasn't even intentional. But this time had been, and that was just plain old mean of him, and he realized it even more. He dwelled for a few token seconds about not giving chase, but he'd already pretty much opened the floodgates of his mouth and everything downstream of it was inundated. No taking it back now. And besides, the look on her face was like someone had lodged a big piece of rusty metal into his sternum and gave it a swift kick.
Before he fully realized it, Scotty was catching up to her.
"Cassie, wait! Wait, wait....that was shite of me, an' I shouldnae have done that! Ye just got tae tell me that I'm being an arse an' I'll realize it, is all? Ugh! I'm sorry, all right?" And he is waving his arms around a bit while explaining, like he wished they'd just sprout feathery wings and he could fly away, because doing that might be easier than doing this, even if this needed to be done.
She ran faster! Like she ran away from her mother, like she sabotaged herself at Mother Mary's.
Oh, great. She was a runner. Not in the classic sense of jogging around a track or in marathons, but the sort that just bolted at the first sign of problems caving in on them. Well, he did have stubborness on his side, so he pushed himself to catch up, and tried to - even if it resulted in a fine slap to the face (well deserved, he thought) - grasp hold of her hand or wrist to try to get her to stop.
If he had any breath to explain, that was. After he got her to STOP.
She'd stop if she was accused of bolting at the first sign of problems. Then hit him. This wasn't the first sign and it was a particular button he'd pressed.
He managed to succeed in getting her to stop, and he did get a whap because her free hand was holding a backpack full of computer parts.
"Let go!"
"Ouch! Oooph! Stop that! Ye mean spirited arse hat!" Scotty grouched, but despite his sounding grounchy, he looked very very worried. He didn't let go either, but seemed to be quite set on holding onto her hand, making it a point to hold firmly but not painfully. "Look at me. I'm sorry, all right? I'm an arse. I'd struck a nerve an' wasn't thinking at first since it's a wee bit of a raw subject. I just...I dunnae want tae be strung along again, all right? I'm not saying YER gonna do that. I could nae say anything of the sort yet, and whatever ye've done before is...that's yer business. Aye. It's just that it'd happened before, an' I just would rather avoid it because it's messy and..."
Well, hurtful was the word his brain spit out, but he shrugged instead. And waited to get hit with the bag of parts.
"I wasn't going to string you along!" She smacked at him with the backpack again. And then a third time. She tried to yank her arm away, though she didn't seem to be inclined to run away again.
"I don't even know what I wanted."
And she really didn't. Sex was fun, she enjoyed it, but that’s all it was, sex. The one time she'd allowed an emotional component he'd ran out on her.
She waved a hand, "I don't sleep with people I'm friends with. It gets awkward. There's complicated emotional bullshit(tm)."
He silently mouthed the word 'Ouch!' every time it made contact. She had a mean swing with that bag, and Scotty was leaned over in a half cringe, half prepared to get whapped again so he was steeling himself against it. His fingers loosened a little bit, experimentally, as if he wasn't sure if she would go bolting off again or not. But he was willing to test it out, and give her the benefit of the doubt.
"Good tae know. But I'm less worried now about me an' more about you. No one's going tae ever find out anything, if ye dunnae come clean about some stuff." He pointed it out, but was chosing his wording with a bit more care this time. He felt miserable over the whole foul up, and sometimes the best way of fixing something, was being preventative enough to have some future troubleshooting guidelines. "I guess, what I'd be tryin' tae say now...is aye, I'm interested. I like seeing ye happy and I like having ye around. Not tae mention, ye have tae be the most bloody gorgeous lass I've ever laid eyes on. I'd have tae be blind or stupid not tae want ye. I'm just bein' cautious, an' I dunnae know enough about ye, especially not with the...sex issue, aye. Really not there yet."
Scotty held up his free hand to stop any complaints and explain further. "I'd like tae get there, aye! No question. I'd be over the fucking moon, with someone as intae computers as ye seem tae be, but...just...I dunnae know enough about ye, yet."
He nodded like that - he supposed - explained it. Possibly. Somewhat. He hoped.
"What if I don't want people to find anything out about me? I'm a slut, and I like computers, and I work at Mad Dogs. They don't need to use anything else."
She seemed to close in on herself, "You're ....Well that answers some questions. But I don't know where I'd like to go with you. I wish we weren't friends, so I could jump your bones."
Great, he had to be one of those guys who had to complicate matters with emotions. He couldn't just be handy with tinkering machines and a casual bang on the side. That was easier to deal with. There was no potential hurt there.
Nope, not merely a bang on the side type. Serious inquiries only. Or semi-serious would be more precise, as the minute some girl mentioned girlfriend/boyfriend, moving in together, engagements, marriage, buying a house, cosigning for a car, or babies...he'd probably break into a cold sweat.
Yep, as long as there wasn't any of that being brought up, he'd pretty much be able to survive anything! Or, you know, have a panic attack freak out for a little while, and then survive and somehow be able to move on. Because it's idiotic. even if his mun just laughed her fool ass off like WTF at that list of DO NOT WANT, for serious reals with hand slapping on the desk and doubled over from sheer WTFery @ her engineering spazz rabbit..
"You're not a slut, probably. I was just a wee bit jealous an' blowing things out of proportion. I dunnae know what I'm even asking for, since I'm not ready for picking out curtains. Truth be told," he admitted, after taking a very deep breath, "I'm not sure where I'd like tae go either. I like arguing with ye, an'...well...I like seeing ye happy, or when ye help out. Usually it just annoys the shite outtae me when people mess about where I'm working. But, with ye, I dinnae mind so much. Maybe...if ye'd like tae...we just...take things slowly. Or try. I dunnae know what ye want tae do, Cassie. I think, maybe, talk about it an' about what the HELL'S eating at ye, so ye're not happy. Because I'd like tae know."
"I'm not a slut probably!?" Her voice raised in pitch with every word, cracking on the last one, "Yoire er'er a slut or no'a slut! There is no PRO-BAH-LY!"
Now she was starting to have a panic attack, herself. Curtains?! "Kurtans?! Where do kurtans come in'it, th'll BE no kurtans, Montgomery Scott!"
She breathed heavily, and rapidly, eyes a little wild and hair gone wilder, "I like t'elp oot. I like talking to'ou. I even like arguing w'you..but.."
She flailed her arms, "Kurns?!"
Her english was rapidly degenerating and now she sounded like her mother. She'd shoot herself if she knew.
Scotty still had ahold of her hand, but he was leaning back more and more, with a ever growing smile on his face like he couldn't believe how angry she had gotten, as well as how much of a wee difference it made from one isle to another. Ha ha, buh-what? He was pretty sure she was going to lapse into something that wasn't Irish sounding at all, but more along the likes of foamy mouthed pitbull on the attack. If he didn't stop thinking that, he was going to start laughing and then get smacked, all over again. He was trying valiantly to hold the laughter in.
He has to, she used his name again. Full one. That's trouble. He's not entirely hopeless. He knows these things. Laughing was bad news, right now.
Still, it was amusing and some demented part of himself liked hearing her like that, protesting his mention of curtains. She was as fiery as her hair. In trouble, maybe, but this was fun and funny to him, simultaneously.
"Aye, curtains I'd said. Dunnae fesh yersel...DUNNAE WORRY ABOUT IT, I'd meant! Calm down, I was only saying! NAE KURNS! Awight? Oh. Tae hell with it." He drew her into a hug and a quick kiss, his lips breezing over hers like a glancing blow, because he wasn't sure if she'd tolerae that very well or if he was going to get ballstomped. Maybe it would shock HER into silence, since she seemed to be good at doing the same to him.
As soon as that kiss was over, Scotty was 100% prepared to lean back a little and start smiling impishly, to be temporarily disarming (he hoped). It also meant he was going to be ready to bolt for the safety of the garage, if he had to. Because no way did he want her stomping on his balls. She was vicious with her stompy feets.
He should be thankful she didn't know any Gaelic. She would have lapsed into that and then he'd be even worse off. It was hard enough to understand herself at points. If it was in Gaelic it would be impossible. Really, she should learn Gaelic just for the convenience of insulting someone.
"Karns-" She started again, and then he was kissing her. There was something from inside her throat. It could have been a groan. Maybe a sob. Whichever it was, she didn't let him pull away, pressing against him instead and sending her tongue spelunking into his mouth.
Well he would've said 'helloooo there' but he was suddenly very incapible of saying anything at all. Both hands moved to cradle her face while he returned the kiss, mostly oblivious to the fact that they were probably and very likely making out next to Jay and Silent Bob clone drug dealers by that point. Mostly, because he peeked open one eye to check, and then forgot about them again if they were there. Indeed, it seemed Cass had a very wicked tongue and he had suddenly forgot how to even think in proper English, perhaps lost a good segment of math, and maybe mangled all of the physics theories he had in his brain, in under a minute.
Yep, he reminded himself to just bring up curtains from now on.
Cass let out a little whimper, pulling away, and pushing him away a bit, lifting her head back to inhale some much needed air. Normally she'd do that to give a man access to her throat but today she just needed air. She squeezed her eyes shut, exhaling shakily, "Shiiit..."
Congrats, it was now complicated emotional bullshit!
Yep, he kind of got the hint, there, which had him trying not to chew on his lower lip while smiling a little bit. After all, still was healing. Not that he was being very mindful with the kisses. Whoops? That last one was her fault. Yep, that pretty much covered it. Ultimately, the whole thing was unexpected, because it's not like she didn't run him over with just...being herself. Threw all his careful planning right into the rubbish bin.
"Oh, dunnae do that, come 'ere," he said, drawing her into a hug and not letting go. He managed to get the bag from her, too, just so she didn't have to carry it. Or maybe he's just disarming her so she doesn't use it as a weapon again. "I think we're probably turning this intae sommat more technical than it has tae be. Right? Right. Not that I dunnae like technical, because I do, just applied tae machinery. Shhh, there there, lass. Would ye like some nice ramen noodles? I'll make ye some. Mmm, ramen noodles."
Yes, because when the girl you really like is really upset, you give her hugs and ramen noodles. Brilliant!
She leveled him a look, "Noodles?" He was making her feel vunerable and he wanted to serve her noodles? "You really are daft." She wanted to kiss him again. So she did, before he said anything else nutters.
He'd been about to, so it was probably a good thing she did that, before he said something to either:
a.) Protest being called daft, because he's not daft he's brilliant!
b.) Insist that ramen noodles were pretty much the utmost sustainable thing ever and they were very affordable. Also horrible for you, nutritionally.
c.) Follow that up by reluctantly admitting he never had the slightest clue what to get in a grociery store and needed detailed instructions on the labels, in order to cook anything.
So? Kissing? That worked for him! No need to twist Scotty's arms off or anything. He's just fine with that, right now. Oh yes, he is.Oh yeaaaaaaaaah.
Digging her fingers in his hair, Cass pushed him against the building's wall, kissing him with an aggression fueled by anger and hurt and an overflowing of emotions. It was probably a good thing they were in public right now. Depending on your idea of a good thing and where you were coming from. It wasn't a good thing for Cass, who started kiss-dragging him back towards the garage.
The dog followed, concerned for his humans. He’d have to do something about it. He trotted off to drink up - there’d be no naked wrestling for his humans tonight, if his bladder had anything to say about it!