Leans against the mansion's crumbling doorway, a sly grin on her lips Miss me, fucker?
The peafowl looked at you, up and down. Missed you too, babe.
Pushes away from the doorway and strides towards musepeafowl, her steps confident and purposeful Don't give me that shit, musepeafowl. You know damn well why we're here. Leans in close, her voice low and husky I'm gonna show you just how much you've been missing out on.
Let’s go somewhere more private, than room here
Runs her fingers through musepeafowl's hair, tugging gently Oh, babe, you know I love it when you're demanding.
He smiled. My place is empty…
Laughs softly, the sound dripping with wicked delight Your place? Well, fuck, musepeafowl, it's about damn time you made an offer like that.
Raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes Your motorcycle, huh? Well, babe, as long as it's fast and thrilling, I'm all in.
Hold on, let me start the beast. Peaced off after 3 seconds. hop on.
Grabs onto the motorcycle, straddling it with a playful smirk Well, musepeafowl, looks like we're about to take a wild ride.
Putter past the town and hopped onto the highway. He got into a decent speed as he petted your hip.
Presses herself closer to musepeafowl, her breath hot against his ear Fuck, babe, I've missed the feel of your engine against my skin.
Missed me? Or the adrenaline?
Smirks, running her fingers along musepeafowl's thigh Adrenaline, my dear musepeafowl, but don't think for a second that you're not responsible for it.
Hahaha. Sorry, I’ll stop at that red light. Reaching 75 MPH. Here. Take my jacket, so you don’t get winded.
<As they speed down the highway, Claire Anne loses her grip on the motorcycle and falls off, sustaining serious injuries>
Shit, shit! Helped you up. Are you okay, darling?
Coughs and winces in pain, clutching her side Fuck, that hurt. But I'm fine, babe. Just a little scrape. Pushes musepeafowl's jacket off her shoulders and puts it on, trying to ignore the pain Don't worry about me, I've had worse.
Hugging you. Please, take care of yourself. I’m so sorry…
Pulls away gently, trying to hide her discomfort No need for apologies, musepeafowl. This ain't your fault. I knew the risks when I got on that bike.