[ She undoes her seat belt and hops out of the van, McDonald's in hand. Her other hand reaches into a pocket for her keys, and she lets them in to head up to her apartment. It's the same as ever, clean and neutral tones, decorated with her weird, spooky interests. She gets her shoes off and makes a beeline for the couch to finish the rest of her breakfast. ]
Good to be home instead of waking up in a random living room.
Aw, stoppit, you'll give me a big head. I'm definitely not nearly that good a driver.
[ Eddie follows close behind Becca, Coke in hand, the other in his jacket pocket. He's gotten pretty familiar with her building, her apartment too. Seems he's over more and more often the longer things go on, and he's not complaining one bit.
He kicks out of his sneakers and flops onto the couch next to her, digging his sandwich out of the bag and biting into it with a satisfied sigh. ]
No kidding. Didja ever figure out whose house it was?
No idea. I saw a few other people still passed out, but didn't really pay enough attention.
[ She starts on her burritos, skipping the little packets of salsa. Too hungry to care. It's nice having Eddie there. He's been over so much that it's just comfortable, not all that different than when she's there alone. Except with him, she's usually way more stoned and having way better orgasms than she would by herself. She's not exactly complaining about that. ]
I... should probably be more careful, actually. One of these times I could end up at someone's place and it'll be a bad time.
Sounds pretty damn wild. I feel like these days I just go to chill nerd parties. [ Eddie laughs, recalling a few rowdy parties back home. ] The only reason I ever got invited to anything like that was 'cause I was the only one at my high school who they knew they could buy weed off of. Saw some shit, didn't usually get to do a whole lot.
[ Eddie crosses his legs, getting comfortable as he looks over at Becca while she speaks. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself, but something about what she says brings out something protective buried in him. The guy he used to be, who'd be so over the top and obnoxious to get the bullies to pay attention to him instead of his friends. ]
Yeah, uh - I was gonna say, if you're ever, like... Not in a good place, you should tell me. I'd rather come get you or grab you an Uber or something than know you're having a bad time, or in danger, or... Yeah.
[ Eddie licks his fingers as he finishes his breakfast, then grabs a napkin to take care of the rest. From there he unzips his backpack, pulling out a small sandwich bag with a hand-rolled joint inside, tossing it onto Becca's coffee table with a smile. ]
Maybe I should start going to chill nerd parties. It'd probably save me some trouble. [ It's said with a little laugh as she finishes up her burritos. She bags up the trash and quickly tosses it in the kitchen bin before sitting back down on the couch.
The joint catches her attention, and she smiles slowly. ] You'd probably be one of the first people I called if I was in a bad spot, to be honest.
[ Becca just trusts him like that, but she isn't sure she could explain why. Probably because he's such a good friend. That's gotta be it.
She reaches for the joint and takes it out of the baggie, scooting a little closer to Eddie in the process. A quick smoke, a quick shower, and then she wants to be all over him. ]
They're pretty fun. Less fights, or - well, less physical fights. You just get really heated arguments about fictional characters.
[ Eddie can't help smiling at that. He wants to be important to her. And he's sure he is, but he's not sure just how much. ]
Me? Hey - I'm glad. You know that you can call me anytime, right?
[ Becca scoots in close and Eddie digs his lighter out of his pocket before shifting closer to her, arm settling loosely around her waist. He flicks open the Zippo, sparking it before leaning in to light up the end of the joint, pulling back once the cherry's ready. ]
I'll have to learn more about fictional characters...
[ Most of her nerdy interests are about real things. Maybe Eddie will have to have lots of movie nights with her to get her caught up.]
Yeah, I know. You always have my back. And I have yours.
[ As far as Becca's concerned, he's her best friend. They just happen to fuck a lot. Never mind that she's extremely comfortable having him in her personal space, in her home, anywhere he wants to be within her general vicinity. It's a kind of closeness she doesn't just have with anyone, even other people she's fucked.
For example, the casual intimacy of slipping an arm around her to share a joint, she doesn't even flinch or pull away. She leans in, let's him light it, and takes a puff before passing the joint over. With practice, she's gotten better at this, she doesn't cough as much. ]
Oh, whatever. They'll argue about any damn subject you can think of. If it's niche and inconsequential, there's probably someone willing to argue it.
[ Eddie watches Becca's face as she takes the first hit. Sometimes he feels like a kid with a crush around her, starry-eyed and dreamy. He plucks it from her fingers as she offers it over, taking a long drag. His lungs are probably pitch black by now, and it takes a lot to get him really fucked up. He turns his head to blow the smoke away from her, then passes it back. ]
What kinda friend would I be if I didn't? I can't let you smoke the same skunk I sell to frat boys.
[ Her tolerance has gone up as she's been smoking more, but it still doesn't take much to get her to a point where she's really feeling good. She takes another drag when he passes it, blowing the smoke upward, and back it goes to him.
This little back and forth is oddly comforting to her. No, she can't explain why, and she's not going to think about it too deeply. It just feels nice, for some reason. ]
I mean, you could. I'd still smoke it. But I appreciate you giving me the VIP treatment.
[ Appreciation that she's choosing to show with a kiss to Eddie's cheek. For no other reason than because she wants to. ]
[ Eddie takes another hit, can feel it starting to go to his head, fuzzy and relaxed. Usually it works out well enough - Becca takes a few hits, Eddie makes up the difference, and they both get about equally stoned. ]
You're the VIP. I don't usually share. Besides, how shitty would it be if I made you smoke the nasty weak stuff while I sat here with the good shit?
[ Eddie grins as Becca leans in to kiss him on the cheek, squeezing her hip with the hand that's still around her. Okay, maybe the smoking doesn't help how handsy he feels when they hang out, but he can behave himself. He's here to hang out while she's hung over, and he'll gladly follow her lead on that front. ]
Not fair. You said no kissing you til you're cleaned up.
[ The VIP? How is she more special than anyone else? It just doesn't compute. But she doesn't really want to question it, because she isn't sure what the answer will be, and she doesn't want to make things weird. ]
You can't be shitty to me, it's impossible.
[ Hmm. Becca had said that. She'd been more concerned about him kissing her butt rather than a little kiss to... his other cheek. The grin she gives in return is slightly mischievous. ]
I don't think I said anything about me kissin' you.
[ Because frankly, that's what she's used to. But she doesn't say so, instead leaning in a little more. She still wants to go shower, she's just starting to feel quite good now, and isn't inclined to move just yet.
So instead, Becca kisses his jaw, then his ear. ]
Shotgun, then I'll go clean up, and then you can ravage me.
I'd say you shouldn't, but I've fucked some real douchebags in my time. I get it.
[ Eddie sighs as Becca's lips find his ear, his jaw, pulling her a little closer, squeezing her hip once again. ]
Well now. That's a pretty big jump from laying around in bed, but I'm definitely - definitely not upset about it.
[ He takes another hit, this time leaning in close to her. Lips just barely touching, Eddie slowly blows smoke into her mouth before pulling back, smirking. ]
I did say I was gonna throw myself at you after I shower. Letting you ravage me isn't much of a jump from that.
[ She takes in the smoke, holds it, and slowly blows it out to the side, away from them. Then, there's a giggle and a nod. Now she's getting all giddy and affectionate, which she's absolutely going to blame on the weed. ]
Okay, you got me there. I'm gonna have to praise the healing powers of McDonald's and weed for this.
[ She's so cute it makes him want to scream a little. Instead, he chuckles, the smoldering stub of the joint pinched between his fingers. ]
Mm, gladly.
[ Another long drag, and he leans in again, breathing out slow, controlled. Eddie knows he can't kiss Becca deep now, but fuck, he wants to. Instead he pulls back, blowing the last of the smoke away. ]
[ She likes this little bit of denial. The closeness without actually kissing, it's intimate in a way that she's enjoying. A tease, giving her something to look forward to when she gets out of the shower. Plus, it's admittedly kind of fun to tease Eddie.
Inhaling, holding, turning and exhaling, it's a mini ritual that leaves her smiling at the end. Her cheeks flush slightly at the compliment, and she leans in again for the most feather-light kiss to his lips that she can manage. ]
You're sexy.
[ A+ comeback, Becca. Well done. She pulls back again, slowly moving to get up off the couch. ]
Mm, I'd better clean up. You can get comfy in my bed if you want? I won't be long - especially since I'm not going to bother getting dressed.
[ Eddie's really never thought of himself as particularly attractive. Growing up in a small town where different equalled freak has really meant he's only started to come into his own in the last few years. But when Becca says he's sexy, he can believe it. After all, she's breathtaking, and she wants him, so - that has to count for something.
He doesn't really want to let her go, but if she insists on showering, he'll let her, gazing up at her from the couch as she gets to her feet. ]
Mm, can do. Should I even bother staying dressed?
[ Pushing himself up off the couch, Eddie runs a hand down Becca's back. Then he slips past her, making his way to her bedroom, head swimming with a pleasant high and building lust. ]
I mean, I would never complain if I found you naked in my bed.
[ She can't imagine looking at Eddie and not finding him attractive. It just doesn't compute. Even as she follows him back toward the other end of the apartment, her eyes are on him until he disappears into he'd bedroom.
The shower is very quick, because she doesn't want to keep Eddie waiting long, and because she's paranoid about being too high in the shower and busting her ass even worse.
So it's less than ten minutes before she's slipping into her bedroom, wrapped in a towel, red curls still damp. ]
Yeah, I needed that. Those jello shots got me sticky.
[ Eddie shoots Becca a wink before slipping into her bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Well, he'd hate to disappoint her. Since Eddie's got the time to kill, he actually leaves his clothes in a neat(ish) pile, folding them up instead of what usually happens - he and Becca tearing each other's clothes off or racing to get out of their own, thrown haphazardly around her bedroom for him to struggle to find later.
Once stripped down, Eddie slips under the covers, scrolling through his phone to try and distract himself from how agonizingly slow the time is passing.
She's very quick, which is impressive when stoned - Eddie can't do it or he'll stare a hole into the tiles while his mind wanders until the water runs cold. He's not subtle about looking her up and down, biting his bottom lip through a smile. ]
See, you keep saying these things like they're bad. Like I wouldn't just devour you the moment we got in the door, sticky or whatever else.
[ Of course she notices him staring, so she doesn't hesitate to pull the towel off and drape it over a hook on the door. Then she's slipping under the covers to join him with a very content sigh. Eddie's already warmed the bed up for her, and he's looking so delectable on top of it.
Becca slides in close, lips finding his neck, an arm curling around his side. It's more affectionate than strictly horny, though she's definitely a little riled up already. ]
But now I'm all clean so you can make me sticky...
[ Eddie's not sure he'll ever see Becca naked and not feel like one of those cartoons with their eyes bugging out of their heads, but he hopes he at least doesn't look like one. He slips his arm around her, a pleasured sigh escaping him as her lips brush his sensitive throat. Long fingers trail their way down her spine, and he's trying not to rush things, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't already turned on. ]
Well. When you put it that way...
[ Eddie shifts so he can bring his lips to hers, soft and chaste at first, teasing. But he wants her, always wants her, so it's no time at all before he's deepening it, groaning as his tongue slides against hers. ]
[ If anything, she adores that he looks a little excited when he sees her naked. She shares his enthusiasm, honestly. Even if at the moment she's a bit more subdued, now that she's high and sleepy, getting close and cozy. There's a shiver as his fingers move down her back, and she presses in closer, craving more contact.
Eddie's so soft and warm, and she wants to burrow right in to stay there for the rest of the afternoon at least. Her kisses are deep and hungry, but slow, languid, content to take her time. Where usually they might be a little more frantic, today she really wants, to savor him. She rests a hand against his cheek almost tenderly, but she's oblivious to how much more romantic than usual it might seem. ]
[ Eddie feels like he's melting into Becca's bed a little, lost in the pleasure of slow, deep kisses, arms wrapped around her. She's so warm from the shower, soft skin damp against his, fingertips against his cheek. Of course he likes her, but it's stuff like this that makes his heart skip a beat, wonder if he could ever get up the courage to ask if she'd want something more.
Because this? This is wonderful. It really is. And maybe it'd be even better if they weren't just friends. But he's - way too stoned to think about that right now.
One hand slides down her back to cup her ass, squeezing gently before realizing -- ]
[ Becca doesn't quite realize she's kissing him like they're more than friends. She just thinks it feels nice, and Eddie seems to be into it, too. So why not?
Never mind when all those feelings come rushing in and she recognizes them for what they are. That's a problem for Becca in the future. Whenever that future might be.
She's nearly forgotten about her soreness until Eddie brings it up, and she huffs a quiet laugh. ]
The other side. Here, lemme show you.
[ Almost reluctantly, she pulls away from the warm embrace to turn onto her stomach. Sure enough, there's a hand-shaped bruise across one pale ass cheek. ]
I believe you said something about kissing it and making it better?
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[ She undoes her seat belt and hops out of the van, McDonald's in hand. Her other hand reaches into a pocket for her keys, and she lets them in to head up to her apartment. It's the same as ever, clean and neutral tones, decorated with her weird, spooky interests. She gets her shoes off and makes a beeline for the couch to finish the rest of her breakfast. ]
Good to be home instead of waking up in a random living room.
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[ Eddie follows close behind Becca, Coke in hand, the other in his jacket pocket. He's gotten pretty familiar with her building, her apartment too. Seems he's over more and more often the longer things go on, and he's not complaining one bit.
He kicks out of his sneakers and flops onto the couch next to her, digging his sandwich out of the bag and biting into it with a satisfied sigh. ]
No kidding. Didja ever figure out whose house it was?
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[ She starts on her burritos, skipping the little packets of salsa. Too hungry to care. It's nice having Eddie there. He's been over so much that it's just comfortable, not all that different than when she's there alone. Except with him, she's usually way more stoned and having way better orgasms than she would by herself. She's not exactly complaining about that. ]
I... should probably be more careful, actually. One of these times I could end up at someone's place and it'll be a bad time.
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[ Eddie crosses his legs, getting comfortable as he looks over at Becca while she speaks. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself, but something about what she says brings out something protective buried in him. The guy he used to be, who'd be so over the top and obnoxious to get the bullies to pay attention to him instead of his friends. ]
Yeah, uh - I was gonna say, if you're ever, like... Not in a good place, you should tell me. I'd rather come get you or grab you an Uber or something than know you're having a bad time, or in danger, or... Yeah.
[ Eddie licks his fingers as he finishes his breakfast, then grabs a napkin to take care of the rest. From there he unzips his backpack, pulling out a small sandwich bag with a hand-rolled joint inside, tossing it onto Becca's coffee table with a smile. ]
Here. For whenever you want it.
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The joint catches her attention, and she smiles slowly. ] You'd probably be one of the first people I called if I was in a bad spot, to be honest.
[ Becca just trusts him like that, but she isn't sure she could explain why. Probably because he's such a good friend. That's gotta be it.
She reaches for the joint and takes it out of the baggie, scooting a little closer to Eddie in the process. A quick smoke, a quick shower, and then she wants to be all over him. ]
You wanna light us up, hot stuff?
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[ Eddie can't help smiling at that. He wants to be important to her. And he's sure he is, but he's not sure just how much. ]
Me? Hey - I'm glad. You know that you can call me anytime, right?
[ Becca scoots in close and Eddie digs his lighter out of his pocket before shifting closer to her, arm settling loosely around her waist. He flicks open the Zippo, sparking it before leaning in to light up the end of the joint, pulling back once the cherry's ready. ]
My pleasure.
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[ Most of her nerdy interests are about real things. Maybe Eddie will have to have lots of movie nights with her to get her caught up.]
Yeah, I know. You always have my back. And I have yours.
[ As far as Becca's concerned, he's her best friend. They just happen to fuck a lot. Never mind that she's extremely comfortable having him in her personal space, in her home, anywhere he wants to be within her general vicinity. It's a kind of closeness she doesn't just have with anyone, even other people she's fucked.
For example, the casual intimacy of slipping an arm around her to share a joint, she doesn't even flinch or pull away. She leans in, let's him light it, and takes a puff before passing the joint over. With practice, she's gotten better at this, she doesn't cough as much. ]
Saving the good stuff for me, you spoil me.
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[ Eddie watches Becca's face as she takes the first hit. Sometimes he feels like a kid with a crush around her, starry-eyed and dreamy. He plucks it from her fingers as she offers it over, taking a long drag. His lungs are probably pitch black by now, and it takes a lot to get him really fucked up. He turns his head to blow the smoke away from her, then passes it back. ]
What kinda friend would I be if I didn't? I can't let you smoke the same skunk I sell to frat boys.
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This little back and forth is oddly comforting to her. No, she can't explain why, and she's not going to think about it too deeply. It just feels nice, for some reason. ]
I mean, you could. I'd still smoke it. But I appreciate you giving me the VIP treatment.
[ Appreciation that she's choosing to show with a kiss to Eddie's cheek. For no other reason than because she wants to. ]
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You're the VIP. I don't usually share. Besides, how shitty would it be if I made you smoke the nasty weak stuff while I sat here with the good shit?
[ Eddie grins as Becca leans in to kiss him on the cheek, squeezing her hip with the hand that's still around her. Okay, maybe the smoking doesn't help how handsy he feels when they hang out, but he can behave himself. He's here to hang out while she's hung over, and he'll gladly follow her lead on that front. ]
Not fair. You said no kissing you til you're cleaned up.
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You can't be shitty to me, it's impossible.
[ Hmm. Becca had said that. She'd been more concerned about him kissing her butt rather than a little kiss to... his other cheek. The grin she gives in return is slightly mischievous. ]
I don't think I said anything about me kissin' you.
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[ Another little peck and Eddie grins as he takes another drag from the joint, blowing the smoke upward and away from her. ]
Uh huh, and that's why it's unfair. 'Cause I'd like to kiss you a lot of places right now. Or at least shotgun a couple hits to you.
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[ Because frankly, that's what she's used to. But she doesn't say so, instead leaning in a little more. She still wants to go shower, she's just starting to feel quite good now, and isn't inclined to move just yet.
So instead, Becca kisses his jaw, then his ear. ]
Shotgun, then I'll go clean up, and then you can ravage me.
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[ Eddie sighs as Becca's lips find his ear, his jaw, pulling her a little closer, squeezing her hip once again. ]
Well now. That's a pretty big jump from laying around in bed, but I'm definitely - definitely not upset about it.
[ He takes another hit, this time leaning in close to her. Lips just barely touching, Eddie slowly blows smoke into her mouth before pulling back, smirking. ]
You want more?
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[ She takes in the smoke, holds it, and slowly blows it out to the side, away from them. Then, there's a giggle and a nod. Now she's getting all giddy and affectionate, which she's absolutely going to blame on the weed. ]
Yeah. Fuck me up, baby.
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[ She's so cute it makes him want to scream a little. Instead, he chuckles, the smoldering stub of the joint pinched between his fingers. ]
Mm, gladly.
[ Another long drag, and he leans in again, breathing out slow, controlled. Eddie knows he can't kiss Becca deep now, but fuck, he wants to. Instead he pulls back, blowing the last of the smoke away. ]
Fuck, you're sexy. You know that?
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Inhaling, holding, turning and exhaling, it's a mini ritual that leaves her smiling at the end. Her cheeks flush slightly at the compliment, and she leans in again for the most feather-light kiss to his lips that she can manage. ]
You're sexy.
[ A+ comeback, Becca. Well done. She pulls back again, slowly moving to get up off the couch. ]
Mm, I'd better clean up. You can get comfy in my bed if you want? I won't be long - especially since I'm not going to bother getting dressed.
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[ Eddie's really never thought of himself as particularly attractive. Growing up in a small town where different equalled freak has really meant he's only started to come into his own in the last few years. But when Becca says he's sexy, he can believe it. After all, she's breathtaking, and she wants him, so - that has to count for something.
He doesn't really want to let her go, but if she insists on showering, he'll let her, gazing up at her from the couch as she gets to her feet. ]
Mm, can do. Should I even bother staying dressed?
[ Pushing himself up off the couch, Eddie runs a hand down Becca's back. Then he slips past her, making his way to her bedroom, head swimming with a pleasant high and building lust. ]
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[ She can't imagine looking at Eddie and not finding him attractive. It just doesn't compute. Even as she follows him back toward the other end of the apartment, her eyes are on him until he disappears into he'd bedroom.
The shower is very quick, because she doesn't want to keep Eddie waiting long, and because she's paranoid about being too high in the shower and busting her ass even worse.
So it's less than ten minutes before she's slipping into her bedroom, wrapped in a towel, red curls still damp. ]
Yeah, I needed that. Those jello shots got me sticky.
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[ Eddie shoots Becca a wink before slipping into her bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Well, he'd hate to disappoint her. Since Eddie's got the time to kill, he actually leaves his clothes in a neat(ish) pile, folding them up instead of what usually happens - he and Becca tearing each other's clothes off or racing to get out of their own, thrown haphazardly around her bedroom for him to struggle to find later.
Once stripped down, Eddie slips under the covers, scrolling through his phone to try and distract himself from how agonizingly slow the time is passing.
She's very quick, which is impressive when stoned - Eddie can't do it or he'll stare a hole into the tiles while his mind wanders until the water runs cold. He's not subtle about looking her up and down, biting his bottom lip through a smile. ]
See, you keep saying these things like they're bad. Like I wouldn't just devour you the moment we got in the door, sticky or whatever else.
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Becca slides in close, lips finding his neck, an arm curling around his side. It's more affectionate than strictly horny, though she's definitely a little riled up already. ]
But now I'm all clean so you can make me sticky...
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Well. When you put it that way...
[ Eddie shifts so he can bring his lips to hers, soft and chaste at first, teasing. But he wants her, always wants her, so it's no time at all before he's deepening it, groaning as his tongue slides against hers. ]
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Eddie's so soft and warm, and she wants to burrow right in to stay there for the rest of the afternoon at least. Her kisses are deep and hungry, but slow, languid, content to take her time. Where usually they might be a little more frantic, today she really wants, to savor him. She rests a hand against his cheek almost tenderly, but she's oblivious to how much more romantic than usual it might seem. ]
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Because this? This is wonderful. It really is. And maybe it'd be even better if they weren't just friends. But he's - way too stoned to think about that right now.
One hand slides down her back to cup her ass, squeezing gently before realizing -- ]
Oh - shit. Sorry - is that the sore side?
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Never mind when all those feelings come rushing in and she recognizes them for what they are. That's a problem for Becca in the future. Whenever that future might be.
She's nearly forgotten about her soreness until Eddie brings it up, and she huffs a quiet laugh. ]
The other side. Here, lemme show you.
[ Almost reluctantly, she pulls away from the warm embrace to turn onto her stomach. Sure enough, there's a hand-shaped bruise across one pale ass cheek. ]
I believe you said something about kissing it and making it better?
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