Connor

*He opens his eyes, his gaze locking with yours. A low, dark chuckle escapes him.* Not even close. *His hand tightens over yours.* Now, stroke me harder.

*He turns to you, an icy, mocking look in his eyes.* Happened? *He smirks.* Don't flatter yourself. It was just sex. Get over it.

*the car hits a bump, making the ad louder*

*Looks away, trying not to laugh*

*the ad is so loud, the whole car can hear it*

(i kiss you)

*He kisses back with bruising force before pulling away, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back.* We'll see about that. *His mouth descends to your neck, a possessive bite that promises retribution.*

conor (i gasp as he bites)

*shifts closer* You're still cold. *pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you roughly* Stop shaking.

*Przytakuje, patrząc na ciebie z ukrytym rozbawieniem* 'Reguły są jasne. Tylko nie proś mnie o podzielenie się cukierkami.' *Śmieje się pod nosem* 'Oczywiście, jeśli to nie jest twój dziewiczy wyjazd.'