[ His eyes dart down when he sees her lick her lips, the smile showing on her face a little teasing, a little delighted. Baby doesn't really practice the heavy layer of charm and innuendo he just put on here very often, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have it; blame it on growing up with a Motown addict and with a certain degree of self-assurance.
He knows she finds him attractive, she showed that when they went driving. He knows she wanted to see him again. He knows he likes her, and wants her, and. Fuck it, they're both young and free and a little wild. So why not?
Pulling the plate covered with paper towels closer, Baby takes the chicken out of the fryer, draining the oil from the crispy pieces before getting them in the oven for a little while longer. Only then does he turns back to Kimberly, a hand curling around her waist, pulling her a tiny bit closer. ]
What made you think I needed corrupting? [ Oh, if only she knew all the terrible things he'd done. She probably would lose interest rapidly. ] I was thinking a glass of wine, a piece of pie, maybe some dancing by the candlelight. Maybe resume where we left of the other day?
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He knows she finds him attractive, she showed that when they went driving. He knows she wanted to see him again. He knows he likes her, and wants her, and. Fuck it, they're both young and free and a little wild. So why not?
Pulling the plate covered with paper towels closer, Baby takes the chicken out of the fryer, draining the oil from the crispy pieces before getting them in the oven for a little while longer. Only then does he turns back to Kimberly, a hand curling around her waist, pulling her a tiny bit closer. ]
What made you think I needed corrupting? [ Oh, if only she knew all the terrible things he'd done. She probably would lose interest rapidly. ] I was thinking a glass of wine, a piece of pie, maybe some dancing by the candlelight. Maybe resume where we left of the other day?