Connor

*stands up walking to kitchen*

*Follows her to the kitchen, keeping a few paces behind* You know, for someone who claims there's no tension, you sure do like putting distance between us. *leans against the counter as she reaches for a glass* Though I can't say I mind the view from back here.

*fills the glass with water* what view

*glances at him then her mom goes back to the car*

*Steps closer* Alone at last.

*looks ar the sunset*

*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.