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Rory couldn’t help but let out a good-humored laugh at his observation of her jobs, and still living with her parents. She could take the joke, but she was actually proud that she managed to hold down both jobs as long as she had without quitting or getting fired from either. The drug dealing had just been a nice side hustle that she stumbled upon – she counted it as a hobby more than anything. As for living with her parents…It had been necessary for the phase she had gone through after getting kicked out of college – it had kept her from making more dumb decisions than what she had already.

“Don’t make it sound like it’s some sort of pity fuck,” Rory told him with a soft laugh as she looked at him. She knew that she wasn’t making this attraction up in her head; he’d been the one to kiss her, had wanted to know about the crush, had been the one who had clearly been thinking about the idea of fucking her. He’d just never done anything about it.

“But if you think that would work, I’m down to try it,” she replied, her voice innocent but her smirk the same sly one as what he was wearing. “But you gotta swear to bring your A-game.”

With a shake of his head and a soft sigh through his nose, Snake couldn’t help but feel amused by how eager Rory was to sleep with him. He didn’t know if it was simply a way for her to get it out of her system, or if maybe she was interested in something else. That wasn’t a conversation for right now, though. He felt as if she might say anything to just get into his bed, but not in a toss away manner. His fingers tapped on the couch, all these thoughts racing in his mind in less than 10 seconds.

“Stop with the cute act, kid,” he mumbled, not meeting her eyes as if it got to him, in a bad way or a good way was yet to be determined in his mind. There was nothing innocent about what was happening or even about Rory. She was a drug dealer who liked getting high and selling and coming on to her older boss. Yet, Snake almost felt that the fake innocence, of her voice and face, was perhaps what made the attraction that much more.

Snake was the complete opposite of innocence, appearance and behavior and everything packaged in the Jackson “Snake” Ramsey box was everything but. Yet if you looked at Rory from afar, you would think she was an innocent little do-gooder. He knew better, though. “Ya really want this, huh? Ya want to fuck?” Snake asked, not the first and not the last time he would, but now he was moving closer towards the blonde, eyes dark and hooded as he stared into hers.

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“That seems to be fitting, I’m actually a professional moment ruiner,” she told him with her eyes still on the screen, watching him play. She pretended not to notice when the older man looked over at her, her eyes remaining fixed on the gameplay as he chanced a look over at her, but a small smirk played at the corner of her lips whenever his eyes went back to the screen.

She only looked back over at him once he paused the game, figuring that it was important if it meant enough to interrupt his progress. Her blue eyes flicked from Snake’s face to his packet of cigarettes, watching as one fell from his pack.

Rory’s reputation in town was long gone, if she had any to begin with. People were general polite about it, seeing as how upstanding her parents were, but she knew how people like her old classmates whispered behind her back.

Did you hear about Rory Sipowitz? God, what a fuck up.

“Well, since you’re shit at regular texting, I figured that any attempt at sexting would be kind of a waste of time,” she teased, as she adjusted the position of her body on his couch to turn more towards him. “Especially when we could be doing the real thing.”

She bit her lower lip a moment, tilting her head towards his as her voice slipped to a lower whisper. “You don’t have to worry about me, Snake, I’ve got my shit handled.”

Snake sighed at the mention of her attempt at sexting him, which honestly gave him more amusement than he let on in his text message responses. He would have appreciated how forward Rory was being if she were anyone else. However, the stress of their.... Well, there still wasn’t a name for it other than relationship, but it definitely wasn’t romantic. If anything, as of right now it seemed sexual, or that was the idea he seemed to be getting from Rory’s advances. Maybe if... He stopped the thought for the moment.

“You’re a young drug dealer who works two jobs and still live with your parents,” he told her. He knew it was perhaps a bit cruel to point something out, but it was definitely something that couldn’t be ignored in the argument of Rory ‘having her shit handled’. Drumming his fingers on the couch, Snake sighed. “Not to make ya feel shitty about it, but I wouldn’t exactly call that having your shit handled.”

He hummed softly and eyed her for a brief second. Snake went back to his previous thought, speaking it out loud to Rory as well. “If I just fuck ya, will it get this out of your system. Maybe make you realize that this isn’t a good idea after all?” He asked with a sly grin. Snake wasn’t sure himself if that was all he wanted, because he could see the appeal of having something more with Rory. As of now, though, they were no where near having a romantic relationship.

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Rory had never been much of a talented gamer – her attention span made it difficult for her to see them through. Her older brother had been the one focused on tech – needing every new gaming system and playing them morning, noon, and night. It kind of explained why he was making buckets of money every day at his start of in Silicon Valley, but Rory’s brain had never worked like that. It was the same kind of disconnect that she had with all of her family members. Great focused minds working to meet goals and find success – and then Rory.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize we were having a moment,” she whispered as she adjusted her legs to make room, draping them over his. Her eyes moved between the screen and his face – it was an expression that she easily recognized on him from hovering around his chair when he did tattoos. No matter how much she could chatter at him, he’d always stay focused on the task. She admired that.

Rory couldn’t help but feel that Snake was handling her with kid gloves, and it was getting frustrating for her. Sure, she was young, but she wasn’t sheltered or naive. (For fuck sake, she was the local drug dealer.) She knew how people worked, and she knew how sex and attraction worked (for better or for worse).

Snake chuckled, continuing to play his game as Rory got closer. “We aren’t anymore, because you ruined it,” he told her with a smirk. He wasn’t sure if it was actually a moment, but he could still mess with her a bit. His eyes flicked over to her, looking out of the corner of his eye. She seemed so relaxed here, just hanging out with him at his house. Maybe it was a bit dangerous, to have allowed Rory to get this way even before something could have happened.

Pausing the game, he set the Joycons down on the coffee table, then turned to look at Rory. “So did you really come over here because your parents are out of town?” Snake paused, taking a deep breath and leaning forward to grab his pack of cigarettes. After shaking one out, he resumed his thought. “Or did you come over here because of the whole texting thing?”

He couldn’t lie to himself, he didn’t really have a problem with it either way, especially after today’s events. It was definitely going to be something that they were careful about, at least for a good amount of time. Snake knew how the town could be, how they might react. It wouldn’t be good for business from the better parts of town, since those from Dixon Bend had done worse and not been outcasted. However, it might affect Rory more than she realized down the line.

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🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything?

Definitely books. He has so many books that he has two large bookcases in his trailer, but even then he still doesn’t have enough space for them. However, he really hates clutter, so the books are very organized in their overflow.

💎

He’s drawn to sparkling personalities, but not really anything such as diamonds, glitter, or so on.

📇

Not really. Snake will mention things going on in town every now and then, but no where near close to some of the old ladies on Sundays.

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Unusual questions for your muse

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🛌- Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few? 🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories? 🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything? 🛋- Does your muse like to have company over? 📱- Is your muse the “oversharing” type? 🐰- Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures? 💎- Is your muse drawn to things that sparkle? 🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought? 📰- Does your muse like to read the news? 📇- Is your muse a gossiper? 🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored? 🏚- Does your muse like to explore dangerous places? 🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it? ⛪️- Does your muse enjoy attending churches they don’t belong to? 🛣- Is your muse considered a wanderer? 🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly? 🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily? 🖖- What “Fandoms” would your muse belong to? 🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise? 🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies? 🎠- Does your muse like amusement parks/carnivals/festivals? 🏝- Could your muse survive on an uninhabited island all by themselves?

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Rory gave a triumphant little laugh as he pulled the switch from her hands, adjusting her position on the couch as he moved to set it up on the dock and cast it to the screen of his TV. She couldn’t help but feel just a little bit delighted at unmasking this secret – it was fun to know something about Snake that no one else knew.

As he returned back to the couch, she scooted her body closer to him, sitting practically hip to hip with him. Her eyes watched the screen with interest as he began to play with such skill, working through the gameplay with far more skill than what she would have been able to manage. She wondered absently how many times he’d been playing this when he’d actually claimed to be reading.

“I’ll just add it to the list from today that I’m not telling anyone about,” she answered with a smirk, glancing over at his face as his eyes stayed locked on the screen.

Snake was in gamer mode now, blocking out pretty much anything and everything. Sometimes it was almost as if a fire could start in his trailer and Snake wouldn’t even notice. It wasn’t that serious of a game, but even still, he put the same amount of focus into it that he would while tattooing someone. However, he still noticed as Rory moved close to him, glancing away for a moment to look at her during a fight but quickly looking back to the screen after hearing the sound of Link taking damage.

He pulled his legs up to cross them on the couch, and he pushed his knee under one of her legs so that they were touching once more. Against his better judgement, Snake was enjoying the relaxation of simply playing games in Rory’s company. Sure, they had hung out before, drinking at Smokey’s, grabbing lunch during the work day, and watching TV at his trailer whenever her parents left her in Hickory Creek -- on numerous occasions.

Now was different though. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it just yet, because a lot of unspoken rules told him that there was something about this that made it not right. Yet when it came to any other type of rule, Snake wouldn’t think twice if he was going to break it, unspoken or not. Maybe he was worried about hurting Rory if something went wrong with -- this thing. Maybe he was protecting himself, although he wasn’t to sure about that one.

“Hush, you’re ruining the moment with your talk of things that should not be spoken of,” he said to her, not making the mistake of looking over at her again.

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Rory turned her body as Snake lifted her legs, pulling her knees to her chest. She let out a scoff as he insisted he wasn’t lying, because even that didn’t convince her. If there was anything she knew about Snake in all of the time that she’d spent with him, it was that he was usually honest about most things, so it was sort of noticeable when he wasn’t.

She settled into the couch as he made his way to the sink to empty the ashtray, clicking the buttons of the Switch in experimentation. She hadn’t used one before, preferring to stick to her near-ancient Gameboy and Mario games that she kept stashed in a shoebox under her bed in her room. It was her oldest brother who had seemed to prefer Zelda.

Rory was very aware of him as he returned to the room, where she was biting her lower lip as she moved the character around the screen, testing the buttons to see what they would do. She was fiddling with the game very aimlessly, but noticed the way his breath changed, like he wanted to say something, and the way his finger half pointed.

“I’m sorry, boss, would you rather take the wheel?” she asked with faux innocence, her face turning to his as she offered the game back to him.

There was a brief moment where Snake simply stared at Rory, trying to hold it together and not just immediately take the game from her. But her look wore him down, and he knew that the gig was up long before it even began. With a low groan, he grabbed the Switch and moved to the TV where the dock was set up. It honestly would have given him away sooner than later, so Snake was glad she hadn’t seen it before he gave up.

It took him a moment to disassemble the device and set it up in the dock, but once he had, Snake turned the TV on and made his way back to the couch. The game was now playing through the television, much bigger than the tiny screen that would be hard for Rory to see as he played. She’d have to crowd in on him, which would hinder his ability to play. After thinking it over, he probably wouldn’t have mind the closeness.

Wordlessly, Snake began to play the game again, going about to make his way to the next mission he had. “You are to tell no one about this,” he mumbled, tone making him sound grumpier than he actually was at Rory for finding out about it. Link was expertly taking out enemies on the screen, proving that this was definitely not the first time Snake had picked up the game.

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Even when he looked at her with his grumpy face, Rory couldn’t help but smirk back at him. It wasn’t much different from how she was with him at work – giving him a good natured teasing about one thing or another. Which made it all the more amusing that this guy who liked to declare himself as old and out of touch with technology (she could vividly recall the look he had given her when she tried to explain Snapchat to him) had one of the hottest personal gaming systems that there was available on the market currently. For some weird reason, it managed to make him even more attractive in her eyes.

Rory was still smirking as he handed the Switch to her, looking down at it and turning it over slowly in her hands as the glow from the screen lit up her face for a moment as she examined it. She leaned in closer to him, her legs still on his lap as she spoke to him in a low whisper.

“You know you’re a really bad lair, right?”

He took one last drag from the cigarette before crushing it into the ashtray. It needed to be emptied from all the smoking he had done through the night, Snake never one to leave anything that resembled a mess laying around for too long. So he grabbed the tray on the exhale with one hand and Rory’s legs with his other, lifting them up so that he could stand. After gently placing them on the couch where he was previously sitting, he leaned down close to her and grinned. “Except I’m not lying,” came the next lie. It was over something harmless, but he still didn’t like the feeling.

It was the same feeling he got whenever Snake saw a really attractive man or sometimes got off while focusing entirely on the man in a porn video. He hated lying, but most of the lying that Snake did was to himself.

He walked to the kitchen and emptied the butts into the trash, then moved to the sink so that he could rinse out whatever ashes remained. The sounds of the game reached his ears, and Snake really wanted to see what she was doing with his game. Hopefully she wouldn’t fuck anything up too much, maybe by eating all his food or breaking all his weapons. The thought of that quickly drove him back to the couch, where he leaned over her shoulder, watching the gameplay intently. He winced at something she did, finger moving as if he were going to correct her, but nothing was said.

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“Jokes on you, I’ve been drinking since I was seventeen,” Rory informed him as she took the cigarette from his hand, an eyebrow raised as he seemed to squirm in discomfort – she hoped it wasn’t from being with her.

It has been the summer after her junior year oh high school when she’d gotten suddenly popular one summer (around the same time her brother got signed to his NBA team, coincidentally). She’d been invited to a lot of parties, in houses and on the beach – She was amazed that she could even remember the summer through the fog of the hangover she had seemed to constantly have as a new drinker.

Rory exhaled smoke as Snake gently toyed with her hair, pausing with a curious eyebrow arched as the music started to play, which turned into a grin of amusement as she figured out what the tune was from, and what the source of it most likely was.

“You didn’t tell me I was interrupting such serious business when I showed up,” she teased, a giggle escaping her as she saw the look on his face, taking another drag from the cigarette.

“That’s why I said legally, kid,” he mumbled out, still trying to ignore the elephant in the room. However, Rory was not one for ignoring things, as long as Snake had know her at least. So at her teasing of serious business, he looked over at her with a disgruntled expression. Maybe there was some way that he could explain away why he had it.

Knowing that she would probably see through every lie he told, Snake still bit the bullet and tried anyway. “It’s not mine. I have- Uh, I was watching one of the kids from Dixon Bend so that their mom could go work her shift,” he stumbled through trying to get the excuse out, which was definitely a weak one. He reached over and lightly snatched the cigarette away from her.

As he puffed on the cigarette, he pulled the Switch out from under his leg and handed it to her, still trying to make his excuse work. “They must have left it here. I would have no idea how to work the thing even if I tried, so you can give it a go if you want.” It was such a shit excuse, and Snake had no idea why he was so ashamed to admit it was his, but perhaps it was just a defense mechanism. If Nikita ever found out about it, he knew she’d never let him live it down, so maybe he was just basing every reaction off of that....

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In retrospect, Rory understood what Snake meant about fucking in Inked. Sure, they’d had to pry themselves off of each other, and she’d never been so sexually frustrated in her entire life, but she was glad they hadn’t gone through with it in that moment. Inked was very special to her, it was the first job that she’d ever had that she’d ever felt she was halfway decent at, and the bonds she had formed with Benj and Snake there meant a lot to her. She respected the business, and she cared about it – she knew how much the place meant to Snake, so it meant a lot to her as well.

But it was the rushing that Rory disagreed with – She enjoyed rushing into things headfirst and getting caught up in the excitement. And sure, that had gotten her burned a few times and in different ways (like that time she’d been caught shoplifting at seventeen and was brought home in the back of a police cruiser), but not badly enough stop her from being that way. It was one of the things that she actually liked about herself – too many people missed out on good and fun things because they were overthinking or waiting for the right moment. She was starting to have a gut feeling that maybe this was one of those kinds of good things.

She remained still as he placed the ashtray on her leg, doing her part to balance it as he spoke to her, a half smile and a snort under her breath. “Yeah, thanks boss, I can actually do basic math,” she teased as she watched him smoke. God, all she wanted to do was shotgun the smoke from his lips again.

“And I think I can decide for myself what’s a bad idea for me.”

As he adjusted slightly, the Switch poked into his tailbone once more. A low groan of frustration came from his throat, and Snake continued to try and wiggle somewhat to get it to unlodge it from his ass. While doing so, he took a drag from his cigarette, then offered it to Rory before continuing. “You’re barely able to legally drink alcohol, kid. I don’t think you know what’s bad for you just yet.” Maybe it was a low blow to use her age against her, he knew he hated it when he was her age, but it was true.

“Okay, maybe I shouldn’t say that because I fucking hated that shit when I was your age,” he decided, rescinding his comment. Your age rang in his ears, another reminder for him. Snake sighed, reaching out and pushing a strand of hair out of her face to tuck behind her ear.

As he did so, he felt the fucking Switch dig into him again. Snake cleared his throat, reaching under him to move the console from the cushions and under his leg. Unfortunately, the device decided, perhaps because he had accidentally pushed a button, to come to life. The silence of the trailer was suddenly filled with the sound of The Legend of Zelda’s unmistakable music. When it reached his ears, Snake looked straight ahead, refusing to meet Rory’s eyes or acknowledge where it was coming from.

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Rory let out a sigh as he pulled her down off of her knees to sit on the cushion next to him, very aware of how close their bodies remained as he moved her long legs over his lap. Her mind wandered back again to the incident in the break room; how her knees had rested on either sides of his hips when she had been on top of him, how firm his hold had been on her hips when he’d been grinding against her.

She did her best not to smile at him as his expression turned serious, biting her lower lip to keep the corners of her mouth from turning upwards.

“‘Not in my shop’, ‘not tonight’, sounds like a bunch of excuses to me,” Rory mused as she reached over to slip his cigarette from his fingers, inhaling slowly, very aware of the position of his hand on her thigh as he handed the cigarette back to him.

There wasn’t anything special about the fact that Rory had smoked from the same cigarette that he was currently smoking, but he still found himself watching as her lips wrapped around it. Snake had seen her smoke many cigarettes before now, but it was a lot different now after everything had happened. He took the cigarette back, taking a long drag to try and focus himself.

“They’re not excuses. The first one was because I will never fuck in my place of business. I worked too hard to make it mine. Feels like I would be disrespecting it in a way. The second is because I’m not going to rush into... Whatever the fuck this might be,” Snake said, looking over at the blonde. He shifted slightly, and felt the Switch dig into his back, but he ignored it. There was no way he was pulling it out during this conversation.

He leaned forward some to grab the ashtray, balancing it on Rory’s thigh and tapping off the ash on the end of his cigarette. “Rushing into it would be a bad idea, for you at least. I’m practically double your age.” Snake looked at her, face completely serious. “You know that’s a lot, right kid?”

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Rory was half expecting to feel him pushing her away after she kissed him; he’d been doing an impressive job of trying to discourage her with that speech, and she’d always known Snake to stick to his guns – So what did it mean that even after all that preaching, he still couldn’t stop himself from kissing her back?

She let out the softest sound against his lips, her hand slipping slowly to the back of his neck, as if she was trying to help keep him close to her for even an extra moment. As he pulled away, she took a breath, her face still close to his as she licked her lips and considered his question.

“Yep, got it all filed away up here,” she told him with a short nod, a finger moving to tap on her temple. Feeling slightly emboldened by the fact that he wasn’t pushing her away or moving away himself, she brushed her nose lightly against his, her voice another low murmurer – like she would scare the older man off if she spoke that her normal volume.

“Just tell me you don’t want to fuck me, and I’ll go home,” she told him, her eyes flickering to his, thinking back to all of the fantasies he’d laid out – like he’d considered them before. “Tell me honestly that you’ve never thought about it, and I’ll drop this whole thing.”

Snake closed his eyes as she brushed their noses together, sighing softly. He really didn’t believe her. For all he knew, this whole time Rory had just been waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He quickly threw out that idea, however, because he had known her for two years. In those two years, he never picked up that kind of vibe from her. So maybe she would actually consider what he said. Or she wouldn’t, even if she had heard every word.

“You know I can’t, kid.” He realized that while they had been kissing, his cigarette had gone out. So Snake pulled away slightly and grabbed his lighter from off the coffee table, relighting the cigarette before pulling Rory into a sitting position next to him with her legs thrown over his lap. “To both,” he exhaled, smoke rolling out of his mouth and nose. “I can’t say I don’t want to fuck you, and I can’t say that I haven’t thought about it before.”

Because he had thought about it before. Everything that he had whispered into her ear at the shop had been things that Snake had previously imagined happening while at home by himself. “I also have no plans to fuck you,” he told her, expression turning serious. He rested a hand on her thigh and took a drag from his cigarette before continuing. “Not tonight at least...”

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Rory watched Snake with some envy as he lit up his cigarette; she’d left the house in such a rush that she hadn’t put her tin of joints into her backpack before making her way over. However, weed was sort of what had gotten them twisted up in this (despite the fact that Rory was pretty sure that they weren’t high enough for it to be an excuse), so maybe it was better for the both of them to abstain from it for the evening.

She bit her lip as Snake inched closer to closing the gap between them, eyes intent on him as he spoke. Even if it had been a joke, and even if Snake had just been teasing, it wouldn’t have been the worst thing that had ever been pulled over on her. It just would have stung a little, seeing how much she trusted him.

She shifted from her position on the arm rest, on her knees on the cushion as she leaned in towards him as he took a breath after getting his speech about morality out of his system, “I think it’s your turn to shut up,” murmured to him with a half smile, catching his lips to kiss him slowly.

Snake gave her a confused look when she moved closer to him, wondering why she what she was even considering after his ramblings. “What are y-” He began to say, but was quickly cut off by Rory’s lips pressing against his. His first reaction was to pull away, and he almost did. It was hypocritical of him to even think about doing anything with Rory again besides working with her after his speech.

He didn’t pull away though, couldn’t force himself to. Maybe he was a hypocrite after all. Everything that was happening right now was wrong, inappropriate, and definitely shouldn’t be happening. Yet, Snake still kissed her back, gently, as if he might shatter her. Or was he scared of shattering the moment?

After a few moments, Snake finally was able to pull away, but it was slow. He didn’t want her to think that he was mad or annoyed with the kiss. That this wasn’t just a big joke to him. “Did ya even listen to a word I said, kid?”

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The way he was talking was freaking her out – it was the same way he’d been texting. She’d never seen him be so formal before. At least, not with her, and she had talked to him almost every day in the last two years that she had worked for him. His words seemed a bit forced to her, like he was trying to make himself say it in order to convince the both of them.

“‘Somewhat good friends’? Well, gee whiz, mister, thanks for that,” she responded sarcastically, watching him as he smoked. Despite the age difference and that fact that he was her boss, Rory did count him as her friend – she didn’t have many. Hell, Benj was probably the closest thing she had to a best friend these days. Ever since she’d left work, she’d been replaying the interaction in her head; the ways they had moved together and the things they had said. “And for the record, you didn’t just make the first move – I’m pretty sure you made the moves 3-7.”

“So what, were you just messing with me or something?” she asked, moving to perch herself on the arm rest of the couch that was furthest away from him, almost in the same way that she had in the break room earlier that day. “Because if that was all some big tease over me telling you about that crush, that’s some epicly cruel shit.”

Snake dragged a hand over his face as he started to realize that this was turning into a bigger mess instead of fixing it whatsoever. What was it with Rory and being so stubborn? Couldn’t she just realize that he was trying to protect both of them from whatever the fuck would result from if they even considered this? He was thinking through all of this as he put out the cigarette he was previously smoking and lit another one. It was going to be a chain smoking night, apparently.

“Fuck, Rory,” he said gently, scooting a tad closer to her. Is that what she thought was happening? That it was some kind of joke to him? Just the thought of her feeling that way made Snake want to pull her into his lap and kiss her. He couldn’t do that though, even if he wanted to prove to her that it wasn’t just a joke to him.

“What the hell would make you think that? Because I’m trying to protect you? That doesn’t automatically mean that this was a joke to me. But we were both high, and I know that isn’t a good excuse for whatever the fuck that was. It’s honestly a pussy way of explaining it, but it’s still a factor that has to be considered.” Snake decided that after that long rant, it was a good time to take a deep breath. But maybe he should have kept talking, maybe he should have stayed farther away. Maybe there was a lot Snake could have done differently, but he didn’t.

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Rory frowned slightly as Snake made his way back to the couch, tossing her backpack onto the ground near the door as toeing off her sneakers as the pulled off. She was making herself at home in the trailer in her tank top and shorts, wrinkling her mouth to the side as she watched him hurriedly stuff something into the couch. The mystery of it piqued her curiosity immediately, but her attention diverted to his face and the subject at hand as he spoke to her again.

“That’s the stance you’re taking?” she said with a laugh, tilting her head at him before her brows furrowed. “Dude, you not even looking at me,” she said as she stepped closer to the couch and purposefully into his eye line, her hands resting on her hips.

As he took another drag from his cigarette, Snake looked directly into Rory’s eyes, just to prove a point. Perhaps a bit childish, but he never claimed to have fully grown up. Besides, everyone was pretending to be an adult most of the time. Choosing to ignore what she had said about his stance, he told her, “What happened today was entirely inappropriate. While I do understand that it was my fault for making the first move, it can’t happen again. I’m supposed to be your boss first, even if I do consider us to be somewhat good friends.”

He had never spoken so formally in his life before. The situation at hand seemed to require it though. If Snake gave Rory any indication that there was a way that they could do that again. Even if he wanted to, which he didn’t. Or so Snake was trying to convince himself.

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