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He was resisting again, messing up her french mother fucking braid that she was skillfully putting in play as she face him in his lap. Wiggling a bit with a sweep of her hips she continued on like nothing, "so--- ye feel like pizza tanigh'?"

Another fucking braiding party, he fucking hated these. If he didn’t adore Connie as much as he did though, he wouldn’t have even considered letting her fuck up his hair like this.

All he hoped was that Romeo didn’t come wandering the fuck on in and seeing him. He’d really get a huge fucking kick out it; then never let him live it the fuck down.

As she wiggles, the Italian clears his throat and shifts, why she always insisted on doing the shifting hip thing while she was sitting on his lap he never knew.

Just think about the Red Sox line up and everything will be fucking fine.

Half way through the roster and he’d hardly heard her question, though it didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was she asked about.

“Pizza a-fuckin’-gain?!” He chuckles, “Surprised ya aren’t fuckin’ tired of it… Well, if ya won’t let me up t’ at least cook one hell of a full meal, then I guess pizza will have t’ do. Where tha fuck should I order from?”

Shifting, the man pulls his phone from his pants pocket, already scrolling through his phone book trying to find any of the good places close by. “Carlito’s does a good fuckin’ slice…” he adds absently, trying to ignore the fact that Connie’s hands were busy toying with his hair.

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THE CURE LYRICS STARTERS: PART 1

Arguments seemed to settle their close calls these days, even if they did make it out all right someone always had to jump down another’s throat. Some days it was the Twins, others it was Rocco against one of the Twins, and today Rocco was wrapping up nicely by getting an ear full from Connor. Of course, both being boisterous at the right times, it was hard for either of them to get a word in edgewise.

By now Rocco had said roughly ninety-seven percent of his piece, though, there was still more. Always more that he wanted to say that lingered behind the defensive words, that ducked down below his own problems, usually stored in the “shit you never fucking say box” at the back of his mind warehouse.

A four-digit hand is offered up, waving absently toward Connor as if he were done, like he was throwing in the towel early. But the box mysteriously felt open, anger filled him, of course he knew this wasn’t over and he’d be damned if he wanted another fucking shouting match tonight. Still, he sat upright from the lazy boy he’d flopped back against once they made it home safe and sound and grabbed a cigarette with every intention of finding his own fucking corner far from the angered Irishman to lick his own wounds and get over their days kills.

“Y’know its not so much I fuckin’ worry about myself, I worry about you, Conn. How in tha fuck d’ya think I’d live had I fuckin’ lost ya t’day? In all my fuckin’ life I wouldn’ta fuckin’ taken a bullet for no one; except for your fuckin’ ass, so I’m sorry for bein’ a concerned fuck.”

The Italian couldn’t even stick around, didn’t want to. That box had opened unintentionally and even at that he didn’t want to stick around for him to figure out what it’d meant.

“Fuck all a this, I’m fuckin’ out. I’m fuckin’ goin’ home!”

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3. Licking whipped cream off body

Rocco had spent the time after work making an extravagant dinner, one in which he’d only spoken to Heath about. Always he’d planned to make him one, but this time was different. He wanted to impress the man, very much so, in fact he was convinced he’d started to gather the slightest bit of a crush on the other man.

He’d been decorating the cannoli’s with a dollop of whipped cream he’d made when Heath came in, course he’d just been startled an in the act had flung some unsuspecting whipped cream at him. A smile is offered as he closes the space between them, “Fuck! Sorry about that fuckin’ shit,” a chuckle as the Italian leans in, nose nuzzles against the scruff against Heath’s jaw, tongue quickly laps out to gather the sweet white cloud from the mans skin. Softly sucking his flesh into his mouth, wanting to give Heath something to look forward to, if not just to keep the sticky pastry filling off him.

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9. Jawline Biting

As of late Rocco wasn’t sure of what he wanted anymore, things seemed and felt so clouded around the presence of a cupid. But still, no matter what he knew he needed to get his feelings in check. New that he needed to find someone to fill the lonely void that’d been growing in his chest.

Taking a small chance the bearded man leans in, nose nuzzling against the others before a hand gently wraps itself around his waist, he gently pulled him close but only had enough grip on him. There wasn’t any use in forcing the cupid, if he didn’t want to he couldn’t stop him from flipping out and calling off this whole thing that Rocco had planned out.

His breath was hot against Daryl’s neck as lips found his jaws, teeth easily follow suit as lips part, setting out to nibble along the mans jaw. Deciding that the further back he went the harsher the bites would become.

Panic, his heart was aflutter, he hated it and yet loved it.

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{ text: Heath } How tha fuck am I supposed t’ do if I’m halfway tha fuck across town?{ text: Heath } You should really plan those fuckin’ threats out accordingly.{ text: Heath } ……{ text: Heath } Fuck! { text: Heath } FINE!{ text: Heath } I’m outside don’t get your fuckin’ panties in a twist ya sour fuck.{ text: Heath } P.S: I bought your favorite fuckin’ ice cream so come on out if you don’t want it t’ fuckin’ melt. 

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Just a simple little task, Connor had said. Sure, that’s how the Twins always tried to play it off, but it never was plain and simple there were always some sort of complication, a glitch, an error, something keeping things from going smooth.

Another pint down and finally she hears the familiar jingle of the bar door, it immediately got her attention and has her glaring.

“Goddamnit, Connor MacManus were you goin’ t’ just keep me waitin’ here all fuckin’ night or were ya goin’ t’ give me a heads up you were runnin’ late ever?!”

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“Adorable? Have you seen my fuckin’ face?”