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Partition
Driver roll up the partition please
Driver roll up the partition please
I don't need you seeing 'Yoncé on her knees
Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club
Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged
Oh he so horny, yeah he want to fuck
He bucked all my buttons, he ripped my blouse
He Monica Lewinski'd all on my gown
Partition - Beyoncé
Bakugou was standing in the feeble light of a sorry excuse for a street lamp, it’s flickering stressing his already strained nerves even further. He fumbled with his tie knot, loosening the tie and pulling it tight again, the tapping of his left foot echoing through the empty street while his eyes rested on the darkness ahead.
A glance on his matt silver watch told him that the freakin’ limo driver was late. Great.
So his agency forced him to dress up and attend a damn party - and ordered him a limo just to fuck it up. He’d definitely need to leave this fuckin’ pile of incompetence. If he had the time for anything else than kicking villains’ asses 24/7, his schedule so crammed, he barely found time to sleep, eat and take care of other responsibilities like paying bills and shit. For the latter, he had his assistants. Of course, none of them hired by himself, like he had the nerves for job interviews.
Yeah, his own success rate maneuvered him into this damn mess of dependence and here he was, on his way to some fancy waste of time just to prevent his rating from skydiving into the abyss because he chose to avoid the media altogether. As if this wasn’t disgusting enough, his agency made pretty clear that he better showed up to present himself as one of the top 3 heroes he was, in this tailored steel grey suit and the pitch black button up.
They might've been successful in talking him into this dreadfully fancy shit but he refused to wear any other tie than the one his father made him for graduation. The one as crimson red as his eyes. His dad made sure that the damn thing would match whatever he chose to wear this way. Like the man knew exactly his son couldn't care less about evening attire.
A blinding light jerked Bakugou out of his thoughts and his eyes needed a while to adjust to the new brightness engulfing his surroundings before he noticed the headlights of the limo that approached him slowly, the rest of the vehicles body melting into the dark. Fuckin’ finally. He huffed into the night as the shiny huge ass car came to a halt in front of him.
Bakugou shook his head at the driver who tumbled through the driver’s door. Fuck, he definitely didn’t need any guy to hold up a damn car door for him. Scowling, he swung himself into the dim lighted car as the driver took his seat again.
But the first thing he noticed weren’t the beige leather seats, the darkened windows and the soft tunes of jazz music filling the huge black velvet-lined backseat area. No. His eyes lingered on crimson high heels attached to perfect toned legs, covered in black tights translucent enough to reveal the creamy flesh underneath. The hem of a short charcoal colored cocktail dress started right in the middle of deliciously shaped thighs, delicate but scarred fingers folded between them, the painted fingernails an unusual sight. The color matched her high heels and the oval pendant resting above soft bulges, forming a very inviting cleavage between bare shoulders.
“Long time no see,” an amused voice cooed and his eyes snapped up to meet chestnut colored orbs framed by long pitch black lashes.
Well, if that wasn't an improvement of the situation. He huffed, a smirk on his lips as the driver called, “I’m sorry for being late Sir but the agency called me to pick up Lady Uravity.”
“Nevermind,” Bakugou scoffed, triggering a loud chuckle from the woman he locked his gaze with.
He could hear the driver clearing his throat. “Uh, we should arrive at the Palais in 30 minutes.”
“That’s 5 minutes too late so why the hell aren't you driving already?!”
“Katsuki. Don’t be an ass,” the silky voice caught his attention again and the anger at that little brat with his copper locks faded.
“Lemme guess. You’ve returned late from patrol and missed your ride, huh, Ochako?”
A wide grin spread across her face, sinfully red painted lips reaching the thick white bandage that covered her left cheek.
“Am I so obvious?”
Of course she was. Because even though Uraraka sat there, looking like some movie star attending the Oscars, she had this vibe of someone who had been stressed out moments ago, scrubbing the blood and dirt of the day from scarred skin. Like he had done earlier, too. Before they both had given in to join this masquerade tonight.
“Yeah. I’d love to kill that fucker who ruined Kirby One but I'm pretty sure Kirby Two took care of it and got its revenge,” Bakugou huffed with a smirk, eyeing the bandage with a raised eyebrow.
He wanted to murder the fucker who had damaged her pretty face but he knew Uravity didn't need to be saved. Whoever had been responsible was on his way to fuckin’ jail because she never failed. That much he had learned after years working with her.
Laughter echoed through the car, the sound music to his ears as he slumped down beside Uraraka.
“You know, you naming my cheeks is still the weirdest thing I’ve ever encountered.”
“Is it? Took me forever to choose suitable names for all 4 of them.”
She clicked her tongue and the driver cleared his throat again.
“You’ve got some issue with your throat buddy? You're still not driving!” Bakugou scoffed and the ears of that dude went bright red as he dived to start the car. Pathetic.
“So. You're up for the party?” she snorted as she crossed her legs in slow motion.
Another raised eyebrow was all he could muster as a response and Uraraka giggled.
“They forced you again, huh? Is your stubble an act of rebellion?”
“As if I’d willingly attend those fuckin’ dumpster fires. Charity my ass. All that shit's gonna do is boost that rich kid’s reputation. I guess that fucker doesn't even know what the shit's about because his damn secretary chose where the check's gonna end up. The biggest misery won for the dramatic effect,” he hissed, disgust dripping from his voice as Uraraka leaned forward, filling a champagne flute beside her with some fancy looking booze.
“And yet. Here we are,” she handed him the glass with a smirk, “I wanted to discuss this at the party but… let’s not waste this opportunity here to discuss some business. I have a deal for you.”
Bakugou took a sip, his eyes not leaving hers.
“A deal?”
The car turned enough for his knee to brush hers slightly but instead of bouncing back, he left it there, leaning against hers with another swig.
Bakugou watched as one of her heels started its slow journey upwards his calf, absolutely not fuckin’ descreetly and a low chuckle left his lips.
“Business opportunities.”
Soft but also rough finger pads brushed over his calloused palm, tracing his wrist to his watch. She had done that like a thousand times in the past and still, the motion managed to heat him up like a match setting dry wood on fire.
“The great Uravity wants to discuss business stuff with me?” he growled with a low voice.
It was the way she touched his skin, so lightly, goosebumps covered his forearms beneath the grey fabric and he melted into the seat. Her pretty doll exterior hosting a beast he knew too well. Whenever she started her little fluffy touches, ending with her fingernails scratching softly over his hand, he knew exactly what was about to come. And damn, his whole body reacted exactly like she wanted, judging her dreamy gaze. Those chestnut colored orbs hooded with heavy eyelids as she started licking slightly over her lips.
“Let’s discuss this in private, shall we?”
Uraraka bent forward, enough to give him a glorious view of her rear as she called, “Driver, roll up the partition, please.”
That guy jumped so hard in his seat he turned the steering wheel in a way that sent the car into slingering motions.
“FUCK focus on the damn street you idiot!” Bakugou yelled as the partition started rising to cover up red ears glowing under that midnight blue uniform cap.
“You’re gonna get us killed, Cheeks,” he deadpanned as Uraraka leaned to her right to the hi-fi system, turning the music louder.
She hummed in response, these brown eyes staring into his very soul the moment she climbed the seat and placed a knee beside each of his thighs, one hand grabbing the spiky mess of hair on top of his head, the other snatching his glass. Uraraka downed the rest of the booze before the champagne flute hit the floor with a dull thump and some of her fingers massaged the cropped back of his head.
“It's been weeks,” she whispered into his ear.
Oh he was aware of that. Like, hyper aware.
“Long time no see,” was the only response he could muster, a throaty grunt that vibrated through his throat. Her bangs tickled his cheeks but his attention was with her wet and hot tongue against his outer ear.
“I guess I’ve been a bad girl,” Uraraka breathed, her voice hitching as her warm breath sent shivers over his whole body.
With his hands on her round and firm buttcheeks, he tightened his grip and dragged her ass into his lap, bringing her face to face with him. Uraraka bit her bottom lip, tucking her bangs behind her ears before her lips crashed down onto his. It wasn’t sweet or gentle, no, they both had figured out a months ago that they didn’t only match each other on the battlefield, kicking some villains’ asses, no. They had a lot of fun ripping clothes off, too. In deserted alleys, rooftops, ruins, when and wherever they had some minutes to spare to help one another coming down from the adrenaline rush after a good fight.
With his lips between her teeth, she drew back enough to hover above his mouth.
“I meant it with the business discussion, guess we need to multitask here,” Uraraka breathed as Bakugou let his teeth graze her chin.
“We have 25 minutes.”
High pitched giggles filled the air before he felt her tongue brushing against his own, her hips moving up and down so painfully slow, he tightened his grip on her ass once more, matching her rhythm with his own lower body.
“A bad girl, huh?” Bakugou whispered, his voice stern and husky.
The effect was immediate. Even in the dim lighting, he could see how goosebumps covered her bare arms and her whole body stiffened and tightened around him.
Uraraka gulped hard.
“What did you do.”
The command left his lips without any effort as he stared into whirling chestnut depths.
“I might…,” she started, her voice trailing off.
“That wasn't a question.”
She moaned. Her hips started rolling again but he held her tight, stopping her movements.
“I might have… done… bad things,” Uraraka murmured, “It's been so long…”
He knew exactly what she was about to say. The media's sweet villain hunting angel with her doll like features was about to confess. And he wanted to witness how those sins would drip off her swollen lips.
“Did you touch yourself, thinking of me, huh?” Bakugou asked cooly, his voice rumbling in his throat.
She mewled softly, so softly, that he let her lean towards his ear so he could hear it over the noise of the music. A strand of chestnut hair escaped the bun on top of her head and tickled his jaw.
She tucked at his hair and a smirk dragged the corners of his mouth upwards. Whatever this little game was they had started playing some time ago, they couldn't deny the thrill that came with it. Experience was the only reason why he didn't bust the pants he wore right here, right now, in this very moment. The moment where her eyelids became heavy, the molten caramel peeking through dragging him into a haze. But it was too early for him to get lost.
“You know the rules,” Bakugou huffed, drowning in her groan that followed.
“I am not allowed…,” Uraraka started, her voice raspy, “...to touch myself without you telling me to.”
“Damn right. You didn't even call me.”
He gulped. The fire in his body raged through every fiber, he could feel how his cock started throbbing in these damn tight pants. This was much easier to endure in the baggy pants of his hero costume, a feature he wasn't willing to change ever, no matter his damn age. Especially not because of all the dirty games the two of them loved playing whenever they got the chance to escape their busy jobs for a little while. The tightness of the suit drove him to the point where he wanted to rip it off but somehow, the fact that he couldn't do it only caused his dick to get even harder. Uraraka leaning her forehead against his with this raging battle of emotions in her eyes only added to the pain he was more than willing to bear.
Bakugou knew he wasn't done. As much as this turned him on, he knew exactly what his little commands and the authority vibe did to her, so he had to last a while longer. He could feel it in her every movement. How the strong willed badass turned to wax in his lap, melting into his touch. Hands with the power to let a whole building fly, thighs that could crush a skull if she wanted to. The number 5 hero, the sweet beloved and yet fierce and dangerous Uravity had a secret nobody but him knew about. The fact, that the independent hero preferred to submit even though she loved to dominate and kick villains' asses. With this weird mixture of insatiable hunger and soft nature that turned her into a woman who secretly craved roughness, may it be her begging or demanding, he wanted to provide her with whatever she desired.
And this time, they played their favorite game.
The media's sweet angel was anything but an angel. Right now, all she wanted was him fucking her senseless. Here, in a car, on their way to a damn charity event. With him in control. He was more than ready to play along.
“I’ve been a bad girl. If we had a lot more peace and privacy…,” Uraraka's breath hitched, “like a real mattress underneath us for a change…,” she brought her mouth to his ear once more, “What would you do to me?”
A low hiss left his mouth as she continued to move her hips, grinding harder with each passing moment, her hand pulling roughly on his hair. He let her this time, but not without leaving bruises on her ass as he held her tight.
His blood left his torso with each grind, causing his dick to swell even more painfully in his pants. If Uraraka kept this up, he'd ruin his damn underwear. Not like he cared.
“Let's see…,” Bakugou hissed as his lips brushed hers. “I'd tear the fabric off your skin,” he muttered with a raspy voice against her lips, triggering a loud moan from her. She jerked her hips forward. He had to catch his breath before he continued. She'd be the fuckin’ death of him one day.
“I'd press your back to the floor… rip your panties off with my teeth.”
Four fingernails dug into his scalp.
“I'd fuckin’ bury my teeth into your inner thighs, I'd fuckin’ eat you alive,” he playfully licked her throat up to her chin, “I'd show you how it's done. That whatever you do to yourself, it’s no fuckin’ match to whatever I do to you. I'd fuckin’ ruin you, kissing those lips like these.”
“Oh god,” she mewled as he roughly shoved his tongue into her mouth, rocking his hips against hers, the hard bulge in his pants rubbing against her clothed core. Bakugou moved his hands from her buttcheeks to her thighs, playing with the hem of her dress that had climbed her flesh through their movements. His fingers wandered underneath the fabric ever so slowly while his tongue explored every corner of her mouth, swallowing her moans.
Ochako broke their kiss and stared at him with hooded eyes. Bakugou traced her thighs, his calloused fingers getting caught in the nylon now and then.
“Katsuki…,” she whimpered as her thumb caressed his bottom lip, the soft but scratchy finger pads gliding over the skin.
“Katsuki…”
He brought his hand near her hot core.
“Oh god. Fuck me,” Ochako moaned into his ear, her teeth grazing his lobe while his tongue licked the finger pad of her thumb. He'd take her on the spot but he was not done.
“Why should I, you've been a bad girl, Ochako,” Bakugou growled as he nibbled on her finger pad. The feeling of them drove him crazy, he didn't know if it was because of the excitement that she could send his ass flying without him being able to prevent it or the sheer fact that they felt amazing brushing over his skin.
Her hand dropped from his face to his tie, yanking it down.
“Careful, I dunno how to tie this shit,” he warned, triggering a hazy and breathy chuckle into his ear.
Uraraka's index finger travelled from his chin over his bobbing adam’s apple down to the collar of his shirt where she hastily unbuttoned the first two buttons.
“I know you want me,” she whispered, sending chills down his spine.
Of course he did. Of course he wanted to fuckin’ devour her. Of course he wanted her to touch him, he wanted the feeling of her fingers on his aching dick instead of his own, all the damn time she wasn't around. Whenever he cursed his crammed schedule and longed for her. He wanted her here and now. But he wasn't done with her, not yet.
His thumb wandered towards her panties in slow circular motions. As his skin brushed over the lightly damp fabric under the nylon, he almost jacked off into his pants.
“Look who's drenched. Fuck.” Bakugou growled into her ear.
Uraraka leaned back, he could feel how she pressed her core against his fingers as they danced over her panties.
She stared him down while she rode his hand and it took all his self control to not throw her to the ground and hump her into the concrete below the moving car.
They could feel how the limo came to a halt as the driver hit the brakes which cleared his mind for some seconds.
“I guess we're almost there,” Bakugou murmured. Uraraka's tongue licked over his lips before she gasped into his slightly open mouth. He felt how the nylon beneath his fingernails finally gave way, his index and middle finger tore through the fabric. A moan definitely louder than the music escaped her throat the moment he shoved her panties to the side and rammed his fingers inside her without mercy.
“You're gonna ruin my suit, Ochako, you're so fuckin’ wet,” he groaned as he fixed her head with his other hand, catching her lips with his teeth.
She dropped her hand into his crotch and he felt his composure slipping. Fuck.
He kept pumping his fingers into her, his digits disappearing into her soaking folds while she fumbled with his belt.
Her moans echoed through the backseat area, the sounds of pleasure mixing with the saxophone solo. His other hand slipped from the back of her head to her neck and between her shoulder blades. She clenched around him before she was able to free him of his belt and threw her head into her neck, screaming his name.
“Fuck, you wanna headline every fuckin’ newspaper tomorrow?” Bakugou hissed against her throat as she rode his fingers through her high, the car slingering slightly.
“We're gonna be... the talk of the town either way... if you accept my deal,” Uraraka murmured, her breath shaky and her voice still thick with desire.
“Business opportunity, huh,” he groaned while she gave her full attention to his belt, brushing the bulge in his pants teasingly. Bakugou kept his fingers inside her before he decided to withdrew them to grant her full access to his crotch. He brought them up to his mouth and licked his index finger clean with a deep growl rumbling through his throat. Fuck. His composure was crumbling underneath her fingertips, the taste of her driving him mad.
Before he could reach his middle finger, Uraraka took his hand and ran her tongue over it.
Bakugou watched her as she sucked on his finger, her eyes never leaving his. He was so done for and he knew the moment he had entered the damn car. No, the moment he had tasted her for the first time, all these months ago. Finally. It wasn't like he hadn't already known he'd make her his after she had almost beaten him back at U.A., over 10 years ago.
“Your mine,” was his only response as he shoved her off him and she landed on her ass on the ground, smirking.
Uraraka was anything but an angel and he didn't want her any other way. Bakugou yanked his belt from his pants while she dived for her clutch and presented him with a condom right after.
“Look who doesn't wanna stain her thighs with my cum while walking down the red carpet,” he chuckled darkly as he ripped the small square open with his teeth.
“Take my deal and you can fill me up as often as you want, or, I want,” Uraraka hissed with a grin.
He was upon her from behind within seconds, pressing her front to the floor as his composure slipped once more, grinding his hard length in between her buttcheeks.
“All those dirty words rolling off your lips,” his growl was feral and her head fell back against his shoulder.
“I know you like it,” she moaned.
“I fuckin’ love it.”
She chuckled as he withdrew. He positioned himself behind her, dropping his pants and underwear to his ankles in the process. A sigh escaped his lips as his hard cock sprang free, pulsing in his hands as he rolled the condom over his length.
“On your fuckin’ knees,” Bakugou demanded, his voice dripping with desire this time. He avoided to touch his cock any further, he was so close, her positioning herself in front of him almost sent him over the edge. With a deep breath, he grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him, holding the corners of his shirt with his teeth to keep them out of the way.
“About my deal…,” she moaned as his fingers felt for the hole he punched into her tights earlier.
“Talk. If you can,” he scoffed and entered her with one deep thrust. Bakugou fell forward, placing his palms over her curled fists on the ground, her clenching walls welcoming every inch of him. Her scent was intoxicating, he lowered his face and pressed his nose into her neck as the smell of white lilies and soap invaded his mind. Uraraka bucked up and pressed her back against his clothed chest. He'd do anything to feel her bare skin against his but this was no option.
“I…,” she began but trailed off as he moved his hips back slowly and slammed them against her ass again in the next moment. His vision started to blur but he was not known for losing control that easily, even though the tightness of her and her movements against him made it difficult to think. He'd enjoy this as long as they could. The car turned and Bakugou pressed his full weight on her to stabilize them on the ground.
“We're running out of time,” Uraraka breathed heavily.
“Talk,” he slurred into her ear as he moved again, harder this time.
“There's a nice… office space near the riverside.”
He increased his movements with every thrust, trying to focus on each word she panted into the air.
“Get… to the point… my… attention… span… is…,” he groaned between each thrust, the last word stuck in his throat.
“Let us… incorporate… our… own… agency.”
He dragged up one hand and shoved it into her cleavage, freeing one of her breasts and squeezed it in response. Bakugou didn't know if he heard correctly, he was so close his vision blurred out. His gasps and stifled groans filled the air and Uraraka stopped talking as he picked up the speed. The sound of his skin slapping against her nylon covered ass was as loud as the jazz music playing in the background. The tune was fast and dirty, he matched the rhythm and drove into her relentlessly. Uraraka tried to stifle her sounds but failed, her broken mewls and moans killing him for good.
He could feel her bucking up in ecstasy as they chased down their orgasms until he couldn't hold it any longer, the pressure building up was too much for both of them. With a forceful thrust, he spilled his release into the condom while she cried out his name.
“Fuck!” he groaned into her neck, slamming hard against her ass for a last time before he stopped moving, breathing heavily as sweat dripped from his forehead to her skin.
Uraraka chuckled softly, her finger pads brushing the hand that caressed her still hard nipple. He smirked as she turned her head and bit playfully into his stubbly cheek.
“That’s my move.”
“I know,” she breathed and grinned, squeezing his hand, “And? What do you think?”
“Our own agency?” Bakugou kissed her shoulder and fell back on his heels, leaving room for her to collect her scattered limbs. Fuck, how much time was left? He gazed on his watch. 5 minutes left. Some red lights would come in handy.
Uraraka crawled towards her clutch, fetched a mirror and something that looked like a small plastic bag and cleansing wipes.
“You've thought of everything,” he cackled as she handed him the plastic bag to throw the used condom into.
“We can't attend looking like this!” Uraraka laughed, tilting the mirror in a way so it reflected not only her but his face as well.
Fuck.
His lips, ear and cheeks were covered in red lipstick. Uraraka's lips were smuged in a way that made him lick his own, knowing he was the cause for the hot mess sitting in front of him.
She pulled a wipe out of the package and started rubbing it gently over her lips, shoving the package towards him.
He watched her as he cleaned himself up. She was waiting for him to answer, her flickering eyes told him that much.
“Are you serious?”
She straightened herself up on her knees and tucked on the hem of her dress to bring it down her thighs. And she rolled her eyes at him.
“Of course I am,” Uraraka smirked.
The car turned again and she almost lost her balance on her way to the hi-fi system. The volume of the music dropped considerably.
Bakugou straightened himself and adjusted his own outfit, watching Uraraka as she dropped herself on the beige leather seats, a red lipstick in her hands.
“You hate yours. I’m not happy with mine either. We've been working as Pros for.. what.. 8 years? We have the experience, the money and the property. If you want it.”
“Riverside, hillside, urban area, I don't care,” he murmured. Luckily, she hadn't ripped off the tie so all he needed to do was buttoning up his shirt and tightening the knot to look like nothing happened.
“I don't mind organizing things. I've recruited 2 sidekicks already. You don't have to care about one thing but doing your job.”
He sat down beside her as she was repairing the damage on her hairdo. His fingers trailed her shoulder absently and he caught her smirking at him through the mirror in front of her.
“If you don't wanna attend any events, I won't force you.”
“And my rating?”
Uraraka laughed at him.
“After you joined forces with the angel Uravity? I'm gonna boost it through my presence alone. Let me handle the media.”
He snorted, “If a recording of your moaning hasn't reached the TV and Radio stations yet.”
“That's why we're gonna announce our cooperation as soon as we leave the car.”
Laughter rumbled through his chest.
“What? The thrill of a scandal is gone if we’re faster than the paparazzi. And our sweet little driver won't talk,” she cooed.
“And you're so sure of that because...?”
Uraraka turned and he locked his gaze with her.
“Because you're you. I have my reputation, you have yours,” she chuckled, “You're gonna destroy his phone.”
“It's gonna burst into a thousand pieces and a cloud of smoke. Oops. Sorry not fuckin’ sorry,” Bakugou laughed.
She took his head in her hands, 8 fingers warm against his cheeks.
“Your laughter is addictive,” Uraraka whispered, “You should laugh more often.”
“Give me a reason to.”
A smile covered her face, the bandage on her cheek wrinkled slightly upwards.
“There… is an apartment beneath the office space.”
He gaped at her in surprise, a small tint of pink dusting her uninjured cheek.
“A mattress underneath our asses for a change?” Bakugou asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned forward to kiss her.
Uraraka stopped him midway with her index finger on his lips.
“No lipstick smudge, we should arrive any second. So. Do we have a deal?”
“Are you asking me to move in with you, beside the agency thing? Without a proper date?” he smirked against her finger.
“Oh if you wanna continue the chaos we've had for the past year… and it's not like we have any time for dating...”
He had to stifle another laugh, remembering their heated encounters after a battle or training, the desperate attempts to spend time together after work until a villain showed up and fucked it up. The impossible task to fuck with a mattress underneath them within their busy schedule. The missed opportunities to tell her he wanted her to be his whenever they had to depart.
“When,” he sighed as he kissed her finger.
Her brown eyes lingered on him. “Next month.”
The car came to a halt and the vehicle stopped vibrating, announcing the driver turned the engine off.
“We have a deal then.”
“Thank god this would've been hella awkward otherwise.” Uraraka laughed as Bakugou grabbed her chin lightly, “I even have a name.”
This woman.
The way her face lit up and her eyes sparkled, he couldn't help but stare.
“Uh-huh?”
“Yeah! It's Zero Gravity! C'mon it's perfect!”
The door opened and the buzz of several voices flooded the backseat area, including smoke of a cigarette and the raspy noise of the driver clearing his throat.
“How corny, and totally not the name of your own quirk,” Bakugou snorted into her ear before she struggled to her feet.
“It's not corny! The word play is amazing! I've spent a lot of thought on everything!”
Her pout triggered another laugh as he watched how she hastily stuffed the little plastic bag with all their waste into the clutch.
“I've thought of everything,” she said, sticking her tongue out, her gaze shifting. With a raised eyebrow, he followed her gaze to her crimson high heels.
“Yeah, you fuckin’ did,” he chuckled as he grabbed her hand with his free hand, the other still holding her chin. Her eyes grew wide. His lips brushed against her ear.
“You're mine.”