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 Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 8:04 pm
After the left overs had been put away, he made his way back into the living room. Chuckling lightly to himself as it was apparent she had found her way over where he kept all that stuff. Just little mementos. He honestly didn't dwell too much on it. The cage fighting deal was just for extra cash anyhow. The after effects were a little lack luster, but hell. It was good money and was something he could put all those lessons and work he had done to get to where he was to use.
Stepping up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Leaning his chin on her shoulder as he looked at the picture of himself. "I see you've figured out my double life. Oh no mystery solved Scoob. He's not just a hot sexy gamer dude that rides a motorcycle, he also kicks other guy's asses." Taking the picture from her hand, he placed it back up on the shelf. Turning his head just slightly so that he could n** lightly down the length of her neck with his teeth.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 8:17 pm
Quinn leaned back against him when he came up behind her, glancing at him from the corner of her eye then back at the picture. "That's a hell of a way to spend your free time," she said while laughing. "I, on the other hand, very clearly solve mysteries for a living in my double life." She stuck her tongue out at him.
Her head instinctively tilted to the side to allow him better access to her neck, her eyes half-lidded. "I could probably kick your a**," she murmured through a content groan.
Then she turned in his arms, threw her own arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his, her fingers curling in his hair at the nape of his neck. Sometimes Quinn was ballsy and took what she wanted when she wanted it- now was one of those times.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 8:26 pm
"We all have our thing." He shrugged lightly. It was a good way of letting off steam too. Just beating the s**t out of someone else. It was never anything personal though, unless an opponent decided they wanted to talk s**t before a match. But he knew most of the guys he fought and were good friends with the lot of them. So that really only happened when someone new came in and thought they were c**k of the walk.
To which they were quickly taken down a few pegs. But now was not the time to be thinking over such things.
He had a hot chick throwing herself at him and the fierceness of her kiss set his body roaring. Cupping her butt with his hands, he lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist and began to carry her towards the bedroom, only letting go with one hand long enough to twist the door knob and kick the door open before shutting it with another kick.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 9:03 pm
Quinn couldn't even remember what they were talking about at that point.
When he lifted her, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and pressed herself against him. She didn't know what came over her but it was like when she was with him she didn't give a s**t about anything else. The entire world faded away in that moment.
/fade to black
Brown chicken, brown cow~
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