so don't you let her get under your skin

[samson]

Who: Brock and Molotov
What: Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
When: Weds., 25 April, early evening
Where: Room 509
Rating: Probably PG-13, will edit if necessary :T

[Brock had been spending the majority of his time lately working on his cabin, or rather working on a garage to attach to his cabin so he could put his car somewhere to work on that. It was pretty convoluted, but the point was, he was getting married in less than a week and he should probably spend time with his fiancée instead of dicking around in the woods all the time.

So, it's just around dinnertime when he rolls in through the door. Better late than never, right? That's sort of Brock's philosophy about their whole relationship, which explains things.

Anyway, he shuts the door behind him and calls out for her.]

Hey, kitten? You home?

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[samson]

And that's why I'm not worried about how compatible we are.

[molotov]

[Molotov just turns to kiss him.]

[samson]

[Brock grabs her face and kisses her hard, meeting her halfway. GET IT, SAMSON.]

[molotov]

[Molotov just kisses halfway, though she laughs. NOT A MOVIE, BROCK.]

[samson]

[But kisses are better than movies! Duh. He keeps his hands at her face, then nips at her lower lip a bit as he pulls back.]

Okay.

[molotov]

Okay.

[And she gets up to put the movie in!]

[samson]

[He just sits back and watches her ass. :') ]

[molotov]

[Molotov comes back and cuddles up to him. She would really like it if they made it halfway through the movie before he just pinned her down to the sofa and made out with her, but she doubts that will happen.]

[samson]

[Yeah, that probably won't happen.

For the time being, he just wraps his arms around her and watches, though.]

[molotov]

[SIGH

She just secretively snuggles again and curls up, watching.]