#upgrade900

[primeacumen]

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   "Did I stutter?" Despite the combativeness of her words, they dripped with desire, greey eyes peering up into lilac. There was something fun about pushing and poking a future lover. Coaxing out that raw primal desire that ended up with her walking funny the following day. Vivian practically lived for it. Full lips pulled into a smirk as he drew near, Vivian taking a step forward as well, hovering into his personal space. Hands moved to rest on his chest, admiring the synthetic build under his clothing. He was built to perfection, that was sure, but it would be more fun to unwrap the entire package.

   The sooner the better. Luckily, no one would miss them. Her hands slowly slid down his chest, fingers looping around the hoops of his belt line, tugging him closer. "Nothing, I'm ready to go when you are." The woman leaned up onto the balls of her feet to continue to tempt him more. Teeth immediately sought out his lower lip after a brief kiss, nibbling on the soft flesh, before pulling on it slightly as she pulled away. "My place?" She asked, smiling slyly up at him.

[rkunwiired]

“You disappear in the middle of a case, you can’t even tell me why?“ -upgrade900

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     Chester feels irritation, anger, crawl up his spine, crawl under his skin like an itch he can’t scratch. He doesn’t feel like this often and he doesn’t let it show now either. He keeps his expression controlled, posture forcibly relaxed even though he wants to tense up, wants to clench his hands into fists to keep his emotions from overwhelming him.

     “What’s it to you? It’s not like you care, is it? Everything went as planned in the end, so just drop it, okay?”

     If he dropped it now, Chester could at least pretend the other cared, could pretend the other maybe even liked him a bit, had been worried. Even if he knew better, knew the other was probably just pissed that he hadn’t stuck to the plan.

[rkunwiired]

‘ i don’t trust many people. ’ - upgrade900

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     Some teeny tiny part inside of Chester waits for him to continue. To say that he was one of those people, to say that he trusted him. But nothing followed and even if he didn’t want to hope that the other might not actually hate him, he just couldn’t help but do it anyway.

     So, instead of showing the other that he was kind of hurt, or maybe a lot hurt, definitely moderately hurt, he put on a grin, almost putting his arm around the other’s shoulders but then opting not to do that. He really isn’t in the mood to lose an arm today.

     “Is there even anyone on that list? Just one name? Just one person you trust?”