"Mmmm shut up." Three syllables, Puckerman. You're on your way. She turns her head, brushing the tip of her nose against his temple. "So I bit you, big deal...tasted like grape slushee, I couldn't help it."
Reaching back between them, she starts tugging on the ties to his sweats. "C'mon, I did my homework. All of it. So how come you're still wearing pants?"
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Date: 2012-01-31 11:34 am (UTC)Reaching back between them, she starts tugging on the ties to his sweats. "C'mon, I did my homework. All of it. So how come you're still wearing pants?"