completely sober. she last read when parked in his driveway, the concern for his alcohol intake wasn’t made apparent until now. pepper will be the judge of his sobriety. her car door opens and she slides out, her heels carrying her towards the front door in ginger movements. fingers curling around the door handle, turning the rounded metal with one quick twist of her wrist before opening the wooden door wide and further stepping through the threshold. it’s with calm, collective strides that she approaches the entry way into the living room, azure irises spot him easily. “ i hope you now realize purchasing a tiger was a bad idea, “ she saunters forward, each footstep bringing her closer is a mere tap against the hardened surface. “ i’d ask if you missed me, but judging by that apology cake, i would most certainly say yes, “ as she nears, her hips have a little sway in each strut taken, eyes glancing at the chocolate pastry, but pepper is far more interested in tony. “ the cake is a nice touch, i’ll give you credit for that. however, a vocal apology is so much more meaningful. “ pepper stands between his legs, her weight shifting to one hip while her hand rests upon that pushed out curve of her pelvis.
scared she’d merely roll her eyes at the sight of the cake, he’s RELIEVED. credit -- credit’s good. he can WORK with that. but, she’ll make him work---that’s for sure. he’d been expecting as much. he stands, not letting himself TAKE IN the way she’d slowly sauntered over or the way her body looks in between his legs... later. LATER----he tells himself. looking her in the eyes there’s no hint of AMUSEMENT or nonchalance in his own. he needs her to know he means what he’s about to say.
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