we'll be lookin flashy in a mercedes benz*[BISHOP]

[becca]

I'VE GOT LOTS OF STYLE

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Becca wanted to give a tackling hug to the genius who invented icecream. Who brought a bunch of deliciousness together to one kind of form that didn't spill everywhere unless it was melting. Yet made it so delicious that Becca didn't even give the icecream a fighting chance to melt. She walked and found that there was a giant line for the line. It was still worth it. The line in the icecream line was the only one she allowed to be extremely long. It gave her a chance to think about what exactally it was that she wanted. Oooh, she wanted everything! She couldn't have everything or it would be an overflow that she wouldn't grab the icecream part. At first, she wanted playdough icecream, but then she discovered she couldn't put much on it, as the entire flavor was in that one. So then she went with mint chocolate chip, but decided that it would taste weird with sprinkles on it. Chocolate shavings perhaps, but there was already chocolate.

She tended to overthink details. Every detail was the effect to the masterpiece, wasn't it? Imagine if all the details wern't up to top shape. Being a musician and artist, she felt that she had to make sure every stroke of the paintbrush or bass had to be in the tune that would make other people's heart melt with amazment. The only problem with this theory was that Becca was the most distracted person she knew. Almost everything made her turn her head and completely think about what she was doing. Perfecting details took time, patience, and focus, in which Becca had none. There was so many unfinished songs and paintings sitting in the corner of her room. Every once in a while, she would work on one she hadn't done in a long time, but then end up spending even less time on it than before. Since deciding the kind of icecream she wanted specificially wasn't going to take too long, she wouldn't get distracted before hand. Finally deciding what she wanted, she only to wait for two people.

She approached the counter and said in a cheery voice, though clear and slow so that the girl got everything. Becca wanted cake batter icecream with five M&Ms in the middle of the cone (kind of like a drumstick but instead of fudge, it was M&Ms), sprinkles, chocolate shavings, more sprinkles everywhere and shavings just at the top in the regular kid sized cones. For some very odd reason that Becca couldn't put her finger on, the lady looked at her like she was nuts. Was there something stuck in her teeth. She looked down at her phone for a moment to see her reflection. Everything looked like normal Becca. Her makeup done like it was naturally, her pink hair laying down with some random braids put into it. She even made her gr face and saw all her teeth. Nothing was in them. Becca looked back up, oblivious to how odd she was, but got and paid for her icecream. Now for the perfect place to sit at.

She didn't have to walk far to find a cute place. It by the waterfall. There was a princess story behind it, but Becca just thought it was pretty and didn't take much in for the mysterious story behind it. It was probably a legend anyway. She liked to make up her own stories in her great imagination. Faeries being the top story, of course. It annoyed her when people would associate faeries with that stupid little itty bitty fairy from Peter Pan who had a bitchy attitude that everyone for some reason liked. Yeah, Becca could be a bitch too, but it didn't really look like it was a good thing, for whenever she did it, she normally got into a fight. Shaking her head, she found a place and sat down, watching with glances about how many people looked at her and stared, turned away quickly, or didn't even look like they noticed her. There was few people who didn't notice her bright colored hair.

She was use to it. Becca attacked her icecream, taking a moment and eating the M&Ms once she got to them, then went and attacked it again. She was a messy eater and ate a lot similar to a five year old. There was cake batter icecream from cheek to cheek and some on her nose once she was finished. She had to take out a napkin they gave her and try to get all of it off before she heard a fimilar voice that caused her to turn her head up, brightning. Becca loved her friends, and if it was who she thought it was, they had better prepare to get attacked by Becca's very enthustiastic way of greeting others. She usually gave a small pounce or just all around knocked them over. It was better when there was a soft surface to land on and considering there wasn't any around, she made a mental note to do not so much 'RAWR' and a little more like a normal person. Boo for normal persons.

I CAN GO FOR MILES

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[bishop]

Bishop was sore head to toe as he he came to consciousness. He noticed he was on a hard surface and his eye's flickered open. He saw the sky above and tree's around him and himself lying in the dirt. He slowly sat up and a sharp pain traveled up his spine. Bishop gasped and doubled over in severe pain. He did it one more time even slower and the pain was more dull. Bishop finally sat up and noticed that he was naked, which was usually very normal for him. But he was usually in a comfy bed that had a beautiful woman in it or multiple beautiful woman. He tried to remembered what the hell happened the night before. Bishop's memory was fuzzy but he faintly remembered getting into fight with some dick head at a club. The guy was making fun of his twin brother Castor, about him being bisexual and leaning towards men. Obviously he said it in a bad disrespectful way, Bishop was on the other side of the club when the man said it. But he made people keep an ear out that they didn't talk shut about the O'dair brothers.

When one of the bar tenders came and told him this he got up and went straight to the guy. He remember throwing him to the floor and asking what he said about Castor was true. Bishop then smelt that the guy was a vampire which made him all the more mad because he hated them. Vampires killed his parents and he needed to take a step back and breath before he shifted right there and tore the vampire to shreds. Then it got blurry from there, he then remembered him fighting in the forest with the guy. He transformed in his huge Siberian Tiger and totally mauled the vampire to shreds. He couldn't control his anger and he remembered bitting off his limbs and hearing his screams. Bishop had a stake in his car and flashes of him stabbing the guy filled his head. He winced at the thought, then he realized he just killed a man. Bishop killed him for only making fun of his brother, he felt sick. No he did hate vampires but the guy didn't deserve to die.

He looked at his body and he was covered in blood and bruises.  He turned off and vomited on the ground a couple times. Bishop couldn't believe what he had done, it was just so..wrong. He was a dick but he wasn't a murderer. Finally he got up, his legs shaking like a new born fawn. He didn't know where he was and he had no sense of direction. Bishop swore and then changed into his animal form. It was more painful than usual because he was extremely sore from the vampires struggle. The smell of blood hit him first and he nearly gagged. As he ran through the forest he saw the blood and destruction he had caused. Blood was all over the ground and on snapped tree's and broken boulders. Bishop tried not to look at his surroundings and just continued to follow the scent of where he had came from. He realized after an hour of steady galloping he must have chased the vampire down instead of letting him get away. Finally Bishop reached his car and slowed to stop. Then he remembered he had to change back into human form and went back a couple feet into the forest. 

The change was slow and painful and left him gasping on the ground.Bishop stumbled to his car and quickly changed, he couldn't find his shirt so decided to go shirtless. He entered his car awkwardly and managed to situate himself. First he needed to go home and wash up. No he couldn't do that, Castor and Atlas might see him. He then thought of Becca's place, her bandmates were probably out and he could wash up at her place and tell her what happened. He went to Becca whenever he needed to talk, she was like his sister. Except the fact he found her extremely hot, but that was besides the point. He races off to her apartment and quickly went upstairs. She had given him a key in case of an emergency, like this. He entered her apartment to find it completely empty. Bishop cursed but headed straight for the shower. He quickly changed back into his boxers and jeans when he was done.  He went in her room and saw her Facebook status about getting ice cream and sitting by the waterfall.

 He knew where she was instantly and bolted out of the house. He drive like a mad man but he didnt care. Bishop parked his car and started to run through the gardens, nearly knocking things over. He was such a wreck and found himself crying. Bishop finally came to a skid when he saw Becca's pink hair. That made him even more emotional, but he quickly wiped his tears away before he made himself present to her. Her opinion was very important to her, she loved her and didn't want her to hate him.Becca!" He said and ran to her he clasped on his knee's and wrapped his arms around her legs and buried his face in her stomach. Bishops breathed in her sweet scent and smiled despite the tears rolling down his face."I've done a very bad thing." he looked up at her, eyes fresh with tears. She knew how to handle him when even his brothers didn't. That's why Bishop went to her when he didn't feel comfortable telling his brothers something.

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[becca]

I'VE GOT LOTS OF STYLE

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When she brought her head up, she smiled widely seeing that it had been who she thought it was. Bishop! Her dear little brother. Since Becca didn't have any siblings, it just made sense for her to think of the O'Dair boys as her brothers. She went over there often enough. While waiting for the cupcakes she made to bake, she had played video games with them, wrestled and messed around. Every single one of them were sweethearts and it made her a little jealous to see how close they were to one another. She had heard all the scary stories about how siblings were a pain. How it was constant fighting and having to share everything, be tollerant even if you hated their guts. She saw so opposite when she was sitting there, telling them all they needed a haircut and they only responding in unity 'we're all wild animals!' It was like they were triplets, not a twin brothers and one that was a year older. She loved them all.

Her excitment fell with a thud when she gave herself a chance to actually look at Bishop. He didn't have the same happy glow he usually carried around with him. The keen sense she had as a faerie told her something was wrong. Though looking at Bishop's face, she didn't really have to have the sense. Looking was enough. He had said it rather close, and she stayed put seeing that he was coming toward her. She felt that this wasn't the time to run to him and tackle him at this state. Becca's serious face was put on. It wasn't hard and sharp edged. Her serious face kept her soft features, lighting her eyes a little bit and having a more calm look about her. Needless to say, she left this look for special reasons. A lot of the time, she did this when she felt sadness. Becca Carpenter wasn't known for crying. Most of her tears were tucked away for when she had an emotional breakout. She hid everything she possibly could. Not that she felt sadness yet. At that moment, she only felt concern.

He collasped in front of her, sinking down and she didn't have to see his face to tell that tears were starting on their descent. First, her imagination started to go wild. Who was the bastard that did this? Oh, hell was going to be paid. Becca was going to track him- or her- down with the will of a thousand men in an army and would take. them. down. No one was going to mess with any of those boys if she had anything to say about it. Her temper was rising to the tip top and she was about to ask very sternly 'who did it? They're going to fucking die. Don't worry, you can count on me' he spoke. She almost leaned in. Did he say 'ive?' as in he did something wrong? What could he have possibly done? Becca, in her mind, Bishop was perfect! Sweet, intelligant, funny, sexy, and she couldn't love him any more! Trying to picture her doing something was quite frightning. She responded however, by rubbing his back and make a coo shushing sound. "Aww, my Bishop." She whispered to herself.

There was no way she could talk to him like this. She didn't have the strength to pull him up with her, so she went down to his level, sliding off of the seat she had occupied and onto the floor to him. Really, Becca didn't care. She was always the little girl who would dress herself in mud. The ground with people's feet didn't bother her any less. Her mind was focused on the crying boy in front of her. Once she settled down, she wraped his arms around him and brought him closer and gently put his head on her shoulder, giving him literally a shoulder to cry on. There, this was better. She could whisper delicately in his ear instead of trying to look down on him. "What happened?" She asked at last, still rubbing his back and trying to wipe all the icecream off of her face. Didn't need Bishop to stick to her.

I CAN GO FOR MILES

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[bishop]

Bishop always hid his true feelings from everyone around him. He was always cool and controlled, playing stuff off as no big deal. That's who he was, he was a smooth ladies man who got what he wanted when he wanted. Bishop was the tough guy no one messed with, strong as steel cables. No one saw him cry, no one saw any of his weaknesses. His brothers and sister did yeah, but that was only hardly. They could all see past his disguise as a big and bad guy who went through woman like a widow did tissues. He hated commitment and did whoever he pleased. That's who he was, but he never hit a girl or raised his voice at them. So to himself he wasn't a bad guy, besides he mostly went for sluts, they had no feelings. He played it off like he was a bad guy, but he made sure he didn't hurt their feelings to bad. Not that Bishop cared to much, it was just common courtesy. Bishop couldn't help himself either, it was in his nature to be a flirt. He even flirted with Becca plenty of times and tried to get with her unsuccessfully.

At the moment all his disguises were down and he was this poor helpless boy wanting to be held. He was glad that Becca came down and sat with him. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled her sweet scent. It always calmed him down, Becca was the only person in the entire universe that could calm this boy down. Even his brothers couldn't do that, Bishop didn't know if Becca was using magic but he felt that he needed to listen to her. He didn't think it was magic, he just thought it was just Becca herself. He had known her for a couple of years and recently things started feeling different between them. Bishop started to..develop feelings for her on a more than brotherly level. He was confused by it, but he truly couldn't help what he felt. He didn't know if it was because they were hangin out more alone or what. Bishop was certain she had no feelings for him so he kept his mouth shut. Because surely he wasn't more than a brother to her in her eyes. Unless he could persuade her otherwise, but he would never want to force himself upon Becca.

When she asked him what happened, he winced at that and frowned. He didn't want to tell her, Bishop didn't want to see her disgusted reaction to him. He couldn't bare to lose Becca especially now when he started to develop these feeling for her. Bishop wasnt having 'your my soulmate' feelings, but a more 'damn your really hot and I want you now' kind of feelings. "I can't tell you here." He whispered and was up in a flash, swiftly lifting Becca up into his arms. He started taking long strides to his car, the guy was huge so he was there within 20 seconds. He unlocked the passenger side and tucked her in gently. Then he gracefully swung into his seat and started the car. Bishop peeled out and made his way to Becca's apartment. He was there within minutes and before she could even think about getting out he was beside her door. He opened it and scooped her up in his arms. He would have let her walked but It would have taken to long. He hiked up her stairs three at a time and nearly kicked down the door. 

Bishop didnt even look to see if her roommates were home he just went straight to her room. Once he did that he let down his hard walls and the helpless boy came out again. He put her down on her bed and curled up right beside her. Bishop nuzzled his face in her neck and at once he was calmed by her scent. He took a deep breath but found he was to distracted by Becca. She smelled so sweet and he realized his animal side was kicking in and he wanted her. Bishop pushed down those feelings for now and managed to get out what he's tried to say. "I killed a vampire for saying making fun of Castor." Bishop said and shrunk into Becca more. He didn't want to see her disappointed expression. If she had been their last night he wouldnt have done it, but he was by no means blaming her he was just stating a fact. Bishop moved even closer to her, liking feel her warm skin against his. Right now he was slowly starting to forget what he did and was now focusing on he wanted to do with Becca. "I can't control myself right now." Bishop said in a strained voice "My animal side is still so present within me, and you smell oh so very good."

[becca]

I'VE GOT LOTS OF STYLE

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Becca, without moving her head, looked around as much as she could to the scene. He was right. People were staring at Becca's odd pink hair anywhere, and now she was cuddling a guy close to her, which was just attracting more attention. If this was as serious as it sounded, they probably did need to find a proper place instead of the miiddle of the public place. Before she could even suggest somewhere to go, she was picked up with a great motion. She knew that because of his shapeshifting abilities, he had strength because of the animal he shifted to, so this was on surprise on how easy it was. Not to mention Becca was actually rather small, standing at 5'4 and half of her weight was probably in her hair because of it's length and thickness. What was a surprise was picking up. This boy was very determined. With a small smile, she whispered "Calm down, we have time." Time for what she wasn't sure, but it felt like it needed to be said.

As he carried her to the car, she gently without thinking about it twirled her finger around the bottom of his hair. She just midly played with it out of habit and comfort. Obviously Becca was a big fan of hair. She cared enough about hers to style it and change it on a daily basis, spending hours in front of the mirror to see if she could make it look flawless. She could do other people's hair too. Since the band wasn't quite 'famous' yet, she had another job at a hair saloon. Mostly a desk representive, since they didn't really trust people who hadn't gone to college for hair even if she did have a knack for it. Even if she had a beauitful display of hair that most people thought was a wig. She loved playing with other people's hair, college or no college. Bishops wasn't as long as she was use to, but it was defintally thick enough to wrap her fingers through it. Still incredibly soft.

Becca was put in the car, and she didn't even have to ask where they were going. The fimilar route was just out habit for her, even if she was sitting in the passenger seat. She wanted to say something, but she wasn't sure what he was going to react to well. He was obviously in a very high emotional state. She wanted to make sure he kept an easy head at the wheel. Becca bit her bottom lip and looked at his face. He sure was a cutie. But all the brothers were. Becca had to be closest to Bishop though. For reasons she couldn't quite explain. It could have been the small tension both of them had but didn't know of. Though she loved all of them, of course. It hurt her to see Bishop like this. She was finally glad he got some of his tears out, as he was always trying to act like the big bad Bishop, but it still wasn't the brightest picture. He got in her apartment faster than Becca probably ever did and contiunously picked her up and brought her up, almost kicking down the door. Well she had a key...

No one was going to be home. Everyone was out and about. Before she got icecream, she had been here bored out of her mind. If any of them were home, she probably would have stopped him, but she was almost certain they were alone. He set her down and it was back to conforting, holding him close as she made more soothing noises. She wished that she was able to sing. Now she just curled him up and listened to him and he didn't lift his head. Becca's mouth gaped open. Did Bishop said kill? She wouldn't have believed him if he hadn't gone the reason. Yes, they were all super protective of each other. Still, it was hard to imagine Bishop actually attacking. Yes, he could have easily gotten into a fight, but the fact it was a vampire probably just made it worst. It was probably some son of a bitch who just judged everyone for a living. Still, now he was dead.

With a small inaudiable gasp, he felt her start to get closer to her, feeling actual skin touch skin. "Sweetie," She told him before he told her he wanted her. Becca blinked with surprise at him. It took her a moment to connect, animal, instincts, oh dear. A tempting urge came from within her, but for the moment, she tried her hardest to ignore it. His body could be hungry for her, but... oh too much was crossing her mind. She needed to stop before something happened. "Its because there is probably icecream still all over my face." She cooed with a soft smile, "Bishop, are you okay?" She asked, putting a hand on his cheek to lift his face to look at her. "That must have been hard on you..." She told him in a voice barely above a whisper, still having in her mind what he had said previously.

OOC: she'll resist him a LITTLE bit before this happens XD

I CAN GO FOR MILES

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Bishop was very surprised to look up at Becca and see gentle features when he told her she killed someone. But he heard a small gasp escape her, and he could see a little shock on her face. But who wouldn't be shocked to find that their best friend had killed someone. She was gentle with him and pulled him closer which made him feel better. Becca had always handle these kinds of shocking situations well. There was one time on vacation where he had thrown a temper tantrum for some random reason and he was in his Tiger form. Bishop was hissing and destroying everything in his path, then some humans saw him and reported a wild tiger. The animal control came and started looking for him, his brothers tried calming him down but it didn't work so they tried Becca. Becca, small and petit, came up to him to try and calm him down. When Bishop saw her he growled at her but still, shakily she approached. The moment she started to pet him he relaxed, it only took ten minutes until he switched to human form.

Bishop thought about all the times Becca had calmed him down when he was angry. Or when she half carried half led him home when he was drunk out of his mind. Bishop owed her more than anything, but he had helped her as well. When they went to the club together he would get rid of creepy guys or guys who disrespected her. Bishop was always mad when guys approached her, he was so over protective, not wanting to get hurt or anything. Now thinking about it, he realized he was not over protective of her, but also very territorial. Territorial was something Bishop never really had a problem with. People were only territorial in relationships, that's why Bishop never like being in them. He'd rather be free to sleep with whoever he pleased whenever he pleased. So with that Bishop never had an issue with being territorial, until Becca. It was probably a mix of being her being his best friend and her actually meaning something to with being very attracted to her as well.

Bishop thought it was cute that Becca was trying to avoid his statement of wanting her. She asked about how he was, but he couldn't bring himself to concentrate. Her scent drove him crazy, it was like putting a beer in front of an alcoholic but telling him he couldn't drink it. Of course he could make a move on her, what's the worst that could happen? Her rejecting him, though he would try not to continue to pursue her, which was a first. He would not continue to pursue her because he respected her, all the other girls he would did not respect. Bishop highly doubted that she would reject him, he saw the way she looked at him sometimes. He was quite sure he let some of his glances slip for to long and she had notice them. He couldn't help it, Bishop was a man with manly needs. With his animal still very present within him he could hardly contain his want for her. It kept growing more and more as he tried to resist out of courtesy.  He didn't want to come on to Becca to strong but he was afraid he would have to.

"You know I can only contain myself for a limited amount of time." Bishop whispered and kissed her neck lightly. If he hadn't recently been in his animal form he would have certainly been able to handle himself. But Bishop's animal instincts were screaming for her. He put one of his hands on her waist and started to trace random patterns with his finger. Each time the pattern drifted closer and closer to her inner thighs. "Do you find this distracting?" Bishop asked with a playful grin on his face. He then held Becca close and flipped over on the bed so he was on top of her. She was so small so he made sure a lot of his weight was on his arms which were near either side of her shoulders. Bishop looked down at her dangerously, wanting her to want him back. There was nothing that pissed him off than a girl who found no interest in him. But he hoped that Becca would break and succumb to him, although he did like a challenge. When a challenge dragged out to long was when he became bored and eventually left.

[becca]

I'VE GOT LOTS OF STYLE

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Bishop didn't look like he was ignoring her question. He didn't answer it, but he looked more like he was distracted. Becca had never seen him this distracted before, which was saying quite a bit for everything that he had helped him with in the past. Dragging him away from the middle of an almost fight then contiuning to drag the drunk back over to the house so that he could lay down for a moment. The distractions he liked to look at was the only thing that made her job a little more difficult. Now he was staring at her in that distraction glazed eyes he had. Becca was feeling a whole mix of emotions- not one of which having to do with the fact she should say no. However, all in her head was her mutal attractiion to him, how close he was to her, how much of a good guy he was- to her- and how hot he was.

Becca found herself leaning her head back for him to kiss. The other part of her mind was quite focused on his fingers, only slowly realizing where they were leading. Her hand went up to stop, but it stopped half way there because of how good it felt. All of this hadn't happened to her in so long. Too long. She almost didn't catch what he had said, but managed to get the last part of it. "Yes," She whispered slowly, almost in a small moan. It was oh so very distracting. She was trying to get him to see what he had done, though he did look guilty about it. Earlier. Before he had been close enough in contact to him, he looked absolutley miserable. Becca's heart had ached to see all the light gone from his face and being replaced with striken shock and horror. Now it was all understandable why, but now she felt better that he didn't look like that. It was wrong to think of it that way, but her aching heart lightened up and smiled when he saw he was obvioulsy starting to become his regular self. Before she knew it, her back was on the bed and her face was only inches from him. His sweet hot breath moved the bangs on her head and her eyes twittered with surprise. She couldn't do this! He was like a brother to her!

Was he? He stared at her, waiting for an answer, and she was laying there, trying to think of a proper answer. Bishop's other brothers- Atlas and Castor- were defintaly. They both were for the majority part, gay. Even if they hadn't been, Becca was sure that they would still be considered her brothers just the way they acted. She was always teasing and flirty with Bishop ever since he started. He had been his bar date more than she could count. To Becca, her and Bishop's relationship was a little differen than the other two of his brothers. She should have saw this coming. Obvioulsy he was wanting her with his 'animal' controls shifting into a higher gear, but she was still hesitant. God, she hadn't had sex in two or three years. There was a little longing of the things she liked about it. She loved feeling wanted, touched, and held in such a way that would imply just that. That's what boyfriends were for, but her last had been a year ago, ending in total and epic fail.

The only thing that had kept her from having sex between then and now was that she didn't like to be held, touched, and wanted by a complete stranger. It felt wrong and twisted. Bishop was far from a stranger. He was basically her besite. When Becca wanted to make sure that any stranger wouldn't have an idea to do so, she would bring him along He was quite good at keeping others away just with one growl and arm around her. She was sure it was protective thing. But that was the reason she brought her and didn't bring someone who urge her with the stranger. Becca had always been greatful for that. Now it may have been the time to return the favor. Finally take him home. The hesitation in her mind was that she had made mistakes before. She was only... not human, but faerie. Human natured enchanced was probably even worse.

The last time had left him never to talk to her again. Though this may have no been the same relationship (the last one had been when she was dating) it could still end in the same way. The thought of Bishop never talking to her left a heart in her stomach and her lip quiver just by the thought of it. They might have not been dating, but he was still her bestie. With a deep breath, she knew that the clock for her to decide was ticking toward it's end. She looked at him, seeing his features and becoming even more interested. How could a face like that go off and kill a vampire? It looked so... she couldn't find a word to describe it. Just something that wouldn't harm a fly, though she knew that his temper was against him whenever something reasonable came up. "Bishop..." She spoke, smooth and velvit soft, "I don't know. I-" she tried to think of something intelligant to say, but everything was saying how much she was having inner battles just in her voice. Becca lost it. She had to at least once before the day ended whatever they planned to do together. This could have been the determining factor. Her arms wrapped around his neck and in a very swift quick motion, leaned up and pressed her lips against his in a kiss.

I CAN GO FOR MILES

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