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"You got no clue how irritating this is to me," he told her, tempted to tear his hair out. "And y're all grinnin' and happy cuz you think it's just a jackin' CD, but it ain't a CD, it's BIGGER than that! I can't believe you're that jackass's fan!"

"That just means you're listenin' to it behind my back! Which is as good as cheatin! And I swore to myself if y'found a guy y'liked better I would let y'go, but I'll be JACKED if it's to JD! No way, no how, not t'the guy that gets body parts in his mail from stalker fans! No... I ain't happy here one jackin' bit," he growled.

This wasn't how he should handle it, a voice in his head whispered. Getting angry was just gonna make her wanna do it more... But he couldn't change the fact that he was pissed!

Did she have any clue? He doubted it. If JD found out that his ghoul had a thing for his music--he'd NEVER live it down. He'd be stuck in hell for the rest of his life as JD laughed his useless head off, and Roch knew it.

Instead he moved forward, sinking his fingers into her hair--not pulling, just holding her still so he could lean down, pressing a kiss to her lips--then deepening it. He didn't pull his punches this time, he kissed her in the way she liked best, almost ruthlessly doing EXACTLY what she wanted.

He pulled back after a moment or two, leaving tiny little kisses before he managed to pull back entirely--well, other than the hands holding her up by the butt, that is. Those were staying.

"You an' me," he whispered hoarsely, pressing his forehead to hers, "we got a damn good thing goin, no matter what's happened in the past. So no matter what happens--even if y'run into that annoying jacker, you're still mine, right?"

That statement came out more as a question, and he hated himself for the vulnerability he was so clearly showing.