Crazy Crazy [two] Million

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    “Please do,” Delaney breathed out, her breaths heavy and her eyes dark with desire. She stared up at him, watching his tongue trail over his lip slowly, then gave a groan when he suddenly lurched forward. She gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck immediately when she felt her back pressed against the wall. She always loved this position with Bennett. He somehow made a move from high-school seem so sensual and intimate.


    She kissed him back passionately. Her fingers tangled in his hair, nearly yanking at it a fee times. Delaney couldn’t really tell what she was feeling, but she knew she didn’t want to stop touching him. Her anger and hatred and fear and love and relief all poured into the kiss, indistinguishable, mixing together in a confusing swirl of emotions. The brunette’s tongue trailed out and tangled with his roughly, her leg soon wrapping around his hips.

    Bennett just gave a groan when his hands slammed against the wall,pressing right outside of her hips, holding her close, his lips on hers, tongue reaching out and tangling with hers a moment later. At that moment, he was focused on nothing besides the kiss. It was just her and him and their lips kissing and their bodies pressing against each others and nothing more, and he couldn’t have been happier. Sure, he was still confused out of his mind, but he had a hard time focusing on that when being with her like this, so close, just felt right. He was drawn to her, he knew, but this just confirmed it.


    When he felt her moving her legs he gave a groan of desire and reached a hand down, guiding one around his waist, pulling her closer to him, just biting her lip in encouragement when he felt her lifting the other one as well. He helped her up, pressing her against the wall for just another second once he was holding all of her before he twirled her away and opened his eyes, pulling his lips form hers to ty and find somewhere to take her, his gaze almost frantic.


    “Bed. Or couch. Something. Where?” he breathed after a moment, looking up at her, his eyes dark and hungry. He stood there for a long second, staring into her eyes, his chest heaving with the exertion of his pants, before he pressed his lips to hers softly, almost like a beg, and added, “I promise no sex. No sex. Just kissing. Just… Where?” he asked, looking around, already starting to stumble off in one direction, having absolutely no idea what lay that way, but he knew it was better than just standing in the middle of the kitchen.

    Delaney kissed him back ferverently. Her hands gripped at his hair, her legs tangling around his waist as he helped guide her to her desired position. She moaned when he pressed her right back against the wall, only pulling away when he began to walk with her away from the wonderful spot against the wall. She growled and slowly started to kiss and suck at his neck, hummung at the question. She lifted her head from hus neck to answer, pleasantly surprised by his soft kiss. She smiled at his words, then bit her lip.


    “I want to f*ck you so bas right now,” she purred against his lips. “Not in here. So, the couch. Kissing on the couch, f*cking another time...” she demanded. She then returned to her hubgry kisses down his neck. She nipped and sucked at the soft skin roughly, proud of the visible marks she was leaving behind on his golden skin.

    Bennett just stared at her when she finally pulled her head from his neck, trying to ignore the fact that he was pretty sure all of the blood in his body, every last drop, had rushed south to some more inappropriate areas at the look she was giving him. It was literally impossible, though. She looked so wild, so passionate, and f*ck if that purr of hers wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever heard. And then he realized what she said and he almost dropped her, but he managed to find his strength at the last second and tug her even closer, hold her even harder, determined to prove to her just how strong and dominant he could be, because that had never failed to turn her on in the past.


    “Sh*t, Delaney. You’re going to f*cking kill me….” he groaned when he heard er promise, kissing her back hungrily, matching her touch for touch, lifting her up a little bit higher on his waist so that her crotch wouldn’t be grinding against his, because he was positive that he honestly wouldn’t be able to take it at the moment. He pulled away from her after a few seconds to look around, trying to find the couch, his knees buckling for a moment when she took the occasion, that brief moment without him touching her, to immediately attack his neck, leaving h*ckies. Actual h*ckies.


    “You. Are. So. F*cking. Hot.” he hissed when he finally got close enough to the couch, throwing her down on the fabric and immediately following after her, his arms holding him up as his hips were already pressed against hers. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and hungry and desperate, his mouth actually watering at the thought of taking her again, his body shivering when he realized that now was not the time for that, that they were holding back this time around. “And here I was trying to be all noble. I should have known you’d try to jump me.” he finished with a growl before returning his lips to hers and running his hand over her leg slowly before bringing it back to loop it around his waist.


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    Winnie took a deep breath and looked at Avan’s door for a long moment before looking back at her hand, letting out the breath, and knocking. She had to do this. She knew she had to do this. She’d talked to Leander and Delaney and they’d both said that it was a terrible idea, but she knew she had to do something. Because she was so confused. So. F*cking. Confused. They flirted and they were perfect and he was so cute when he came on to her like that and it always left her so flustered. And then they moved right to the f*ck-buddies stage- without the actual s*x, of course- and that was so hot too. But then the date was awful, and she ran away. But then they went to Santa Monica together and it was three whole days of the most innocent fun of her life? She had no idea what was going on.


    “Avan,” she breathed when the door finally opened, a soft smile stretching across her face when she saw how disgruntled he looked. Shouldn’t have come this early… she thought, even thought it was almost noon, knowing that her man- or whatever he was- was the definition of not a morning person. She handed him the latte she’d brought, grinning slightly when he took it, before forcing herself to remember why she was there and taking a deep breath, looking at him with a blush.


    “I, uh… I know it’s early, and I know you’re kinda tired, but I just had something that I felt that I had to say, and I wanted to know you’d be in.” she started after a moment, already starting to talk quickly, her eyes sticking firmly to the ground. “I… I don’t know where we stand in terms of a relationship. Which is fine. Even though I like you a lot and wish that we were together, I understand that a relationship is a two-way thing and if you want to wait, I’m okay with that.” she explained, daring a look up at his face and immediately regretting it when she saw the look there, her eyes returning to the ground and gluing themselves to the edge of a tile.


    “I just… I just wanted to let you know that I’m not just going to have s*x with you because I think it’s what you want. Not that I’m saying it’s what you want. I just.. I just don’t want you to think that because we went on that one date that I was going to sleep with you. Which I was never really planning on doing in the first place. But not because you’re not incredible. I mean, you are. You’re amazing. I just… I don’t know. Ive never had s*x before and I’m kinda scared about it and I just don’t want to give myself away too early, you know? So… That’s me, I guess. I want to date you, because I like you. A lot. But if you’re just going to date me for s*x, then I don’t want that.” she finished weakly. “And I was thinking that maybe that’s why our first date was so bad. Because I didn’t put out. Which I’m sorry about. I probably should have told you sooner that I was nervous about it.” she finished weakly before shutting up, waiting for him to say something, do something, because honestly the silence was killing her.

    Delaney smirked when he tossed her down onto the couch and soon followed. She noticed the way his eyes flickered darkly after her statement Nd she couldn’t help the growl that escaped her. She gasped as his hips found hers and his excitement pressed against her groin, surprised she’s affected him that much so early on. Well, not really. She was just as turned on.


    She happily returned his kisses, purring at his compliments. “Mm, you knew I’d jump you?” she asked playfully, her other leg wrapping around his waist gently. She sat back, her hand ently pressed to his chest to keep him from kissing her for the moment. “And how did you know that?” she purred, her dark eyes locked with his.


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    will do Avan in a minute!!

    Avan groaned softly, rolling over to look up when he heard his door creak open. It took him a minute to realize who it was, but when he did he couldn’t help but grin sleepily. The man sat up, showing off a bare chest and the waistband of a pair of flannel pajama pants. He muttered a groggy greeting, then happily took the steaming latté from her small hands. After the fjrst sip, he rubbed his eyes and tuned in to what she had to say. However, he only had a few sips before he was staring up at her with wide eyes.


    He felt terrible. Somehow, he had made it seem like all he wanted from her was s*x. S*x would be fun and hot, not doubt about it, but he certainly didn’t have that on his mind when he thought of a relationship with Winnie. His mind wandered to mornings spent lounging in bed, evenings cuddled in front of a tv, and ling nights of talking until the sun rose. S*x was certainly not his only priority.


    “Winnie,” he murmured softly, eyes wide and concerned. “You don’t think I only want to be with you for s*x, do you? Come on. You’re so much more than that to me...” he murmured softly. “I mean, the fact you even want to think about a relationship with me is making my stimach flutter. Do you want ti date me? Like, actually date me? Because I know our date kind of sucked and I guess I was just behond nervous, but I-I could try again. We could try again?”

    “Simple. You can’t resist me.” Bennett purred as he looked down at her, leaning forward a little bit more when he felt her hand on his chest, forcing her to hold more of his weight, playfully challenging her resolve to resist him. “You never have been, and you never will be able to.” he finished playfully. And, with that, he nudged her hand out of the way, drawing it down to her side instead and playfully trapping it against the couch, his lips hungrily finding hers again.


    “Just like I could never resist you. I wanted you from the very beginning. With these long, muscular legs of yours…” he breathed, running his fingers over her calves with a smirk before looking up at her and groaning. “And these sexy, sexy lips of yours that I get to make all swollen. All mine. I wanted it from the start.” he finished, his voice practically a rasp at that point. And, with that, he leaned forward once more and pressed his lips to hers hungrily, his hands continuing to explore over her body. Because, sure, maybe they weren’t having s*x, but he could get pretty d*mn close to that.


    ooc: maybe fade out for these guys? Would you mind picking it up again?


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    Winnie just stood there as she waited for him to speak, suddenly realizing why she had friends like Leander and Delaney. Because they were right, all the time, and she should definitely have listened to them instead of coming here and talking to him, because clearly she either offended him or told him something he didn’t know and now he was rejecting her, and she didn’t have the guts to look up and figure out which one it was. So, she just stood there, scuffing her boot against the ground, wishing that she could just melt into a puddle and never be seen again. That was really the only logical way to get out of what was happening.


    When he said her name, Winnie gave a little squeak before sinking even further in herself, a blush coloring her cheeks, because f*ck, he wasn’t yelling at her, and he didn’t sound disappointed. He just sounded concerned. God, he’s so perfect… she thought with a blush before remembering she’d basically just lectured him- which had so not been the point- and she just winced. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-“ she started, her voice raspy and whispery since her throat had gone dry from nerves as she’d stood there waiting for him to say something, but then he was talking and she immediately shut up, because she couldn’t run away now. That wouldn’t be fair. She was also pretty sure she couldn’t move.


    So she stood there and listened to all he had to say, her cheeks glowing firetruck red by the end. “No, no. I mean, yes.” she protested quickly when he finished talking, her eyes wide as she stared up at him- her gaze had flickered up finally when he mentioned he didn’t just want s*x- taking all of him in, guilt practically washing over er body. “I mean, yes. Yes, of course I want to try again. I… I like you, a lot. I have for a while. It’s kind of a mess. I just… I didn’t want to make it seem like I was accusing you of using me for s*x or something. I just… I just wanted to let you know that’s what was happening with me.” she muttered, now embarrassed about everything she’d just said. I shoulda just kept my mouth shut… she thought with a little groan. She stood there for a second before biting her lip and looking away, a happy little blush washing over her cheeks. “Thinking about being in a relationship with me really makes your stomach flutter?” she finished with a stupid little smile.

    ooc: yes!! Can we do Avan and Winnie first, then I’ll start up again? :-)


    Avan blushed deeply and looked up at her with his wide brown eyes. He nodded, a slow smile creeping over his face. His face was glowing with excitement at the prospect of trying the date again. He knew he could do better, especially now that he knew she wanted it as well. He gestured for her to come join him on the bed, sitting up more so she could admire her in the morning light, or maybe so they could go back to sleep. Hs hadn’t decided.


    “Yeah,” he chuckled out. “Sounds sorta sappy, but I like you. I can’t believe you haven’t figured it out yet. Well, actually I can’t believe I didn’t know you wanted to try. Normally I pick up on stuff like that, but you seemed to hate our date so I didn’t knkw what to think. And then you left. But now you’re back...” he murmured, blushing slightly. “And I’m so glad.”

    Winnie blushed- even more- when she caught sight of that stu[id smile of his, the look that was always so happy and dopey, even though she knew he was smart beyond measure, that she couldn’t help but smile as well. She just looked at him, trying to hold back her grin because it’d make her look like an idiot, only really succeeding when he beaconed her over to the bed. She froze for a moment, her eyes widening, before remembering that this was Avan, Avan, and that he’d never do anything that she didn’t want. Especially after the lecture she’d just given him. So she took a deep breath and walked over, sitting tentatively on the edge for a moment before forcing herself to relax and spinning so she was cross-legged on the bottom of his bed.


    “I knew you liked me. Or I thought you did. At least a little while ago.” she muttered defensively after a second, though she had a shy smile across her face at his words, and her cheeks were stained a bashful pink. “But then that date… That date was so horrible…” she continued with a groan, burying her face in her hands with a little giggle as she thought about it, wishing that she could slam her head into the wall. “Oh my god, it was so awful. And then you didn’t talk to me after and I thought that maybe you’d realized that I was a mess and stopped liking me and then my dad called me to Paris…” she muttered softly before peeking out of her hands, surprised at how quickly she fell back into her routine with him when suddenly this big thing wasn’t keeping them apart.


    “I think you’d like Paris.” she added softly after a second, laughing slightly. “I mean, it’d take you a few days, because you’d complain about how fancy everything is and whine about how they are too uptight, but then I think you’d relax. They have good food there. And I could take you to meet Russell!” she added with a grin before blushing a little bit more, because oh god he liked me the whole time and I didn’t have any reason to try to get over him and sure not that much happened with Russell but not that much is still more tan what should have happened and oh my god I’m the worst. She took a deep breath, though, and forced a happy little smile across her face before looking at him again and grinning. “I could show you all the fun places!"

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    Winnie blushed- even more- when she caught sight of that stu[id smile of his, the look that was always so happy and dopey, even though she knew he was smart beyond measure, that she couldn’t help but smile as well. She just looked at him, trying to hold back her grin because it’d make her look like an idiot, only really succeeding when he beaconed her over to the bed. She froze for a moment, her eyes widening, before remembering that this was Avan, Avan, and that he’d never do anything that she didn’t want. Especially after the lecture she’d just given him. So she took a deep breath and walked over, sitting tentatively on the edge for a moment before forcing herself to relax and spinning so she was cross-legged on the bottom of his bed.


    “I knew you liked me. Or I thought you did. At least a little while ago.” she muttered defensively after a second, though she had a shy smile across her face at his words, and her cheeks were stained a bashful pink. “But then that date… That date was so horrible…” she continued with a groan, burying her face in her hands with a little giggle as she thought about it, wishing that she could slam her head into the wall. “Oh my god, it was so awful. And then you didn’t talk to me after and I thought that maybe you’d realized that I was a mess and stopped liking me and then my dad called me to Paris…” she muttered softly before peeking out of her hands, surprised at how quickly she fell back into her routine with him when suddenly this big thing wasn’t keeping them apart.


    “I think you’d like Paris.” she added softly after a second, laughing slightly. “I mean, it’d take you a few days, because you’d complain about how fancy everything is and whine about how they are too uptight, but then I think you’d relax. They have good food there. And I could take you to meet Russell!” she added with a grin before blushing a little bit more, because oh god he liked me the whole time and I didn’t have any reason to try to get over him and sure not that much happened with Russell but not that much is still more tan what should have happened and oh my god I’m the worst. She took a deep breath, though, and forced a happy little smile across her face before looking at him again and grinning. “I could show you all the fun places!"


    “If you’d want to.” she added after a moment, a little blush across her face. “I, uh… Well, I know we just went to Santa Monica. So don’t think I’m trying to force this on you, okay? We could go whenever, or never at all. WE don’t have to go is what I’m saying, if you don’t want to. I just… I think it would be something fun for you. For us.” she corrected quickly, wanting to make sure that he didn’t think she was doing this all for him. Because she wasn’t exactly. She knew she’d love it if she went again, especially with Avan by her side.


    “But I’m also happy just being here…” she continued, starting to get nervous that he wasn’t responding. He hadn’t said anything for her whole little rant, and she was praying, praying that it wasn’t because he thought she was an idiot, or thought her ideas were stupid. “Of course I’m happy being here. I mean, I have th building project, and I have all you guys, the best friends that anyone could ask for…” she muttered before looking down at where their hands were resting really, really close together, and she nervously shifted forward just slightly, letting her pinky finger just bump into his. And maybe I have you, now, too?

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    Avan nust stared at her for a long time. He hadn’t been able to get a word in with her nervous rambling, but his lips were curled into a smike the entire time. The man bit his lip when she finally trailed off and he nodded his head. His eyes lit up, flickering down to her fingers when he felt her pinky brush over his. Without hesitation, he gently laced their fingers and tugged her a bit closer.


    “I’ll go anywhere with you whenever you want me to, Winnie...” he murmured, smiling. “Our date was awful, but Santa Monica was incredible. A-And I’m sorry for the date. I don’t know what happened. I guess I was nervous or constipated or something. But I like you. A lot. And I understand if, you know, you’re not interested or anything. I can handle that. I can be your friend and travel with you and creepily wish you’d kiss me instead of pull me all over Paris...” he murmured, biting his lip. He lifted his eyes to hers shyly. “My point is, Paris sounds amazing with you.”

    Winnie flushed pink- again- when she heard Avan’s words, though instead of immediately interjecting and reassuring him like the self-conscious moron she was, she actually managed to wait until he was done speaking to giggle and give his hand a squeeze. “Oh, what?” she challenged after a moment, all- or at least most- of her own fears gone now that he’d just promised that he actually did like her, that he wouldn’t mind being friends even if something did go wrong, and then even offered that bumbling apology for the date which was really not even his fault. “You think you can handle going to Paris with me? Just the two of us, all alone, in the city of love?” she crooned before snorting. “And you really think we could pull it off as just friends? I don’t think we could…” she murmured before looking down at his hand, looking back at him, and grinning a bit more.


    “I told you already, though, I want to try again. I want to go on another date. But no nerves this time. No trying to be perfect. We can just go down to Tony’s at the corner and grab a slice or something like that. Talk to each other. You can tell me a secret and I can tell you a secret and then we can act like we always do. And maybe make out a little bit at the end.” she finished with a bright red face and a cheeky quip. “If I remember right, it was realy, really hot when we did it last.’ she added with a grin before giving his hand a squeeze once more and settling into his side slowly, giving him the opportunity to shove her off at any moment, a massive smile spreading across her face when he didn’t.


    “And Avan?” she added after a moment, just turning her head on his side so she could look up at him, a little giggle escaping her as she finally did. “You’re cute. Like, adorable. Like the cutest guy on the planet. But maybe don’t apologize for a sh*tty date by saying you were constipated? Not exactly the kind of thing a girl wants to hear. Even if she is your best friend.” she ifnsihed teasingly before cuddling herself back against his side and his jacket, trying to take as much Avan time as she could before the moment ended.

    ooc: I don’t think they had s*x, but I think they totally made out? I imagine it was maybe going that way but they heard a bang or some weird nose and like remembered they were in the house or something and left? That was my interpretation.


    And in the words of that famous ad- why not both?


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    Winnie looked at herself in the mirror, and then immediately turned away. No. She was not going to look at herself. She wasn’t going to care. That had been part of the sales pitch of this date. They weren’t going to dress up, they weren’t going to try. It was just going to be Winnie and Avan, the real Winnie and Avan, no awkwardness, no masks, no pretending. And if she happened to be wearing that really cute shirt that may or may not have been his old soccer jersey? Well, then, that was one crazy coincidence, because she definitely wasn’t going it on purpose. Because she didn’t care.


    After maybe sneaking a tiny peek at herself in the mirrror- and then spending a few more seconds there so she could put on the tiniest dab of makeup- Winnie ran out of her room, carrying only her phone and a water bottle, and jogged out of the house. She grinned when she saw that he’d already pulled the car around- maybe he was just as excited for another chance as he was- and then slipped into the car, immediately changing the radio station. Of course. “Ave, I’m sorry. But you know that your music taste is trash,” is how she greeted him, shooting him a smile that was absolutely not sorry, though she leaned over and kissed his cheek playfully a moment later, in a gesture that wasn’t supposed to be more than friendly, but maybe was. Just a little bit.


    “Alright. Alfred’s for waffles, right? Be back here in time to start building? Now that you’re a big bad program supervisor?” she asked with a teasing grin, snuggling back into the beaten up leather seats of his car, looking over at him hopefully. “Honestly. I know that I was in Paris and all, but somebody should have told me. It’s just proper courtesy. I heard that you’re bossing Bennett around now. What’s that like?” she asked, already starting to list off all her questions, not even thinking about it. It was just like always. Avan and Winnie, Winnie and Avan.


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    Bennett had a smile across his face as he walked up the stairs and set the lemonade down at Delaney’s door, standing up for a moment before bending down, picking it up again, and then just knocking, leaning against the doorway with a smirk across his face. Did it make him look like a tool? Yeah, he was pretty sure it did. But that couldn’t change the fact that he had totally made out with that babe of a woman three days prior, and after leaving her alone for two days after, except for sending her the necessary winks and smirks and nudges, it was time for him to make his move again. So he reached up and knocked on her door, a smirk across his face.


    “Morning lemonade for the lady?” he asked playfully before presenting the drink to her when the door finally opened, before she could even say hello. He looked at her with a grin a moment later when he lifted his eyes from his teasing bow, one eyebrow cocking up smugly. Because he’d slept in the same bed as her before- never had s*x, but they’d definitely cuddled to sleep ebfore- and he knew that as lovely as she was, she did not look like that when she woke up. Not that she’s ugly when she wakes up. Not at all. It’s actually totally adorable. But this…? he thought as his eyes slowly trailed over her body.


    Only when he’d had his fill- and that was quite a while later, of course- did Bennett lazily return his eyes to hers, a smug smirk across his face, owning that he was checking her out. Because, yeah, she was hot as all h*ll. “I brought enough to share?” he finished with a smirk a moment later, raising an eyebrow at her playfully, glad now that he only wore the pathetic little tank top instead of his usual sleeping shirt. Because she wasn’t playing fair, with her own tiny little tank top and boxers, and he knew he needed at least something to help him compete.

    Avan looked up from his game of sudoku when he heard the door if his truck open. His eyes widened slightly when he saw how i credible she looked, even in just cut-off shorts and a shirt. He grinned, briefly looking her overas he thcked his phone away and gave a nod. When she leaned over and kissed his cheek, he smiled even more if possible. Only when he realized that he was changing the station from his classic rock to a country station did he shoot her a playful flare. The look was over within awco ds, though, because he was far too excited for their date to even pretend to be angry.


    “Right. Back here before it’s time to build. And it’s not much of a promotion, by the way. They just know I like to yell...” he teased, smirking slightly. He pulled off, then gave a slight shrug, his eyes forward the entire time to ensure their safety on the narrow country roads. “He’s a bit mopey still from whatever happened, and I punched him, so he follows orders usually. Lately he’s been a bit happier. I hope they made up. I’m tired of seeing them so depressed.”


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    Delaney heard a knock at her door and she lifted an eyebrow. A smirk stretched across her plump lips as she slowly walked over, knowing exactly who it coukd be at this early hour. The brunette quickly ruffled her hair, pulling the hem of her tankfop up a bit to reveal a sliver of her tan belly, then pulling the too down a bit to reveal more of her chest. She knew Bennett was right outside, and she knew she wanted him inside. Now.


    She opened the door, eyes playful. Before she could greet him, he was speaking and a grin appeared on her lips. She gave a soft laugh, leaning her head against the doorway gently. She wasn’t subtle about checking him out either. Her eyes trailed over his broad chest that dared to bust out of the tanktoo he wore, and down to his pajama pants. She wanted both of them off. When he spoke once more, she lifted her eyes lazily and then smirked. She slowly opened the door a bit wider to let him in, gesturing with a lifted eyebrow.


    “Come on in,” she murmured softly, biting her lip a moment later. She watched him enter, gently closing the door behind him. She leaned against the door, hoping he’s just drop the act and press her against the wall. Any wall. She’d be happy with just his body on hers.

    “You’re being humble, Avan. Owen told me the whole story last night, anyway. So you can’t even lie to me.” Winnie grumbled playfully, cutting him off when he tried to brush off the news of his promotion, a wide grin spreading across her face just a moment later, because of course she couldn’t even pretend to be upset with him. “He said that he’d been impressed by your work ethic ever since you got here, and he’s just been waiting for the chance to move you up. And when Kim had to go out on maternity leave, he said that you stepped up and took the leadership role before he even told you to. And that everyone- he literally said everyone, Ave- everyone followed you without even blinking.” she added.


    “Don’t sell yourself short, mister. I have my sources. I know when you’re being humble and I don’t like it. Not with me.” she finished teasingly, looking over at him for a moment, tempted to kiss him on the cheek again, but they were driving and she reluctantly refrained, knowing that it was dangerous. But worth it… a small part of her brain chirped, though she ignored it and just looked at him instead. “You do like yelling, though. It’s fun to watch you really go at it.” she added with a giggle a moment later, rolling her eyes. “You just entertain yourself so much. It’s hysterical.”


    “And I HEARD about that.” she breathed a moment later, sitting up in her seat when he mentioned the punch, a wide smirk across her face. “I heard you really let him have it. Which is amazing. I mean, I love Bennett as much as the next person, but he really needed someone to set him straight.” she huffed before looking at him and raising na eyebrow. “I also heard that maybe you played a little bit of matchmaker with the two of them at the end, there, though. That you and Leander helped him with that book that he made for Dee? Which was adorable, by the way. I finally got her to show it to me last night.” she finished with a soft smile, slipping out of the car as they finally came upon the restaurant.


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    Bennett’s smug smirk faltered for a moment when he saw her, though it was only because a stupid, maybe-a-little-bit-lovesick grin stretched across his face instead. The moment he felt her eyes trailing over his body, though, checking him out just like he was doing to her, the look returned, and he relaxed again against the door, even more confident than he’d been before. She wanted him. He could see it in the way she was looking at him, the way she was resting right up against the same side of the doorframe that he’d chosen, the way her eyes kept darting to his lips as if she didn’t even realize she was doing it. Little minx thinks that she can play me… he realized with a smirk.


    With that realization fresh in his mind, he followed her into the room, lazily rolling off the wall, his eyes lingering on her rear for a few long seconds before he walked over to her bed, as if he didn’t know what he was doing. Without touching the actual bed, he set the lemonade on her bedside table and then just turned around, smirking at her a moment later, any thought he had of rejecting her in order to crush her little manipulation game absolutely disappearing when he saw her biting at her lip. “You know, I came in here because I thought you wanted lemonade.” he murmured after a moment, taking a step towards her slowly, smirking at her reaction. Because that little jolt of excitement in her eyes, that little hitch of her breath, told her everything he needed to know.


    “Now I think that maybe you wanted something else.” he finished teasingly before surging forward, pressing her against the nearest wall, which one he didn’t even know. He didn’t care. He just knew that he needed her, and this was the fastest way. His lips fell onto hers quickly than he would have liked to admit, his fingers finding that sliver of her stomach that had been tempting him, teasing him since she’d opened the door. It only took him a second before he was nudging it up slowly, though he was so distracted by her mouth on his again- finally- that he barely even noticed he was doing it.

    Aban smiles over at her, flattered by her compliments and praise. Though honestly, his broad, goody grin was caused by the comfortable atmosphere of it all. Nothing delt forced or stiff like last time. As he pulled into the diner, he found himself relaxing even more, ready to have a breakfast full od chocolate mill bubbles and her syrupy sweet laughter. With beight eyes, he stepped out if the car and met her at the door to the diner. He popped the door open for her, then followed her in.


    “Oh gosh, those two are confusing. They belong together, no doubt, but d*mn. I wish they’d hurry up and pick what they’re going to do...” he teased. He gently took her hand, trying not to iverthink it too mucb, and lead her to a tall table by the window, plopping in one if the stools. “But yeah. I definitely punched him, and i definitely helped get them back together. I guess i’m just as confused as they are...” he murmured eith a soft laugh.


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    Delaney's eyes burned with hunger. She squirmed excitedlt when he finallg turned to look at her. The brubette bit her lip, hiding a sly smile, though her shimmering eyes showed all of her desires. She Lifted an eyebrow at his words, a smirk on her lips when he clearly saw what age wanted.


    "The come over here and gice ut to me..." she murmuded, her words cut offby hia lipa onnhers. She immediately melted into him, her arms wrapping around hia neck. She kissed him ferverenrly, passion in each kiss, her body pressed againat his tightly. When she felt his hands gently touching her stomach, she giggled and pulled away to smirk up at him. "You first. Why are you even weaeing a Hirt. You knkw better..." she purred playfully.