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Bambii x Zephyrine 2
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Pride 'Homo'
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Oct 20, 2015 07:11PM

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Temperance rolled her eyes, realizing she had been taking the wrong cues from him. So he wasn't interested in messing, then. She sighed softly, looking down again before locking eyes with him. "Thanks; good luck finding a girlfriend, if that's your wish," she replied, narrowing her blue eyes just slightly.

"Oh, and here I was figuring all the girls are afraid of your personality or something," Temperance retorted snarkily. She picked out another final album and followed after Chase, softly shaking her blonde-brown curls. "No, I'm capable of buying my own, but thanks." She was surprised that he openly stared at her figure again, and she did so in turn.

Temperance smirked again and slipped past him once he didn't move after buying his. "'Scuse me," she said in a singsong, buying her records and then turning back to Chase. "Something on my face?" she teased, placing a hand on his back to move him and herself out of the way for the other customers.

Temperance frowned and took her hand away from Chase's back, swallowing in embarrassment. "Sorry..." She said. His stupid cues! She would back off until he made some sort of real move. She went ahead of him and into the restaurant, finding that their parents were gone. She looked at her phone and a message from her father saying they were heading out and not to wait up for him. "They're gone," she turned to Chase.

Temperance nodded, sighing quietly. She wanted to make another snarky remark but didn't feel like it. "Yes, please," she replied instead, putting her phone back in her pocket and sliding her jacket back on. She looped the bag of records on her arm, pulling her hair out from the jacket quickly.

"Why, thank you," Temperance hummed, climbing into the car and pulling the door shut behind her. She pulled her hair over her shoulder and toyed with a strand, watching as Chase came to the driver's side.

An idea occurred to Temperance, and she was quiet for a moment before she softly smirked at Chase. "Are you excited for you mother to marry my father?" she asked.

"Actually, I do, because I have somewhat of a plan and it would help knowing what side you're on," Temperance explained in a hum, starting to braid her hair as she watched him.

"Oh..." Temperance tried to not sound disappointed, but it was hard for both reasons: no hottie and marriage from the parents. "Where are you moving to?" she asked after a moment.

Temperance followed Chase's cue to get out of the car, assuming it was Rachel and his' house. She shut the door and shrugged at Chase. "I do not want it to happen, obviously. They don't seem to actually care about each other, for one," she offered, stuffing her hands into her pockets.

Temperance willed it not to be as she slowly turned and winced. "Ew," she groaned, looking back to the house. "I don't think we want to go in there." She wrinkled her nose, knowing their parents were in the house.

"Jesus. You don't have to feel like my babysitter. I'll walk home." Temperance glared at him in his annoyed state, walking back down the driveway and past Chase. "See ya later, mister-grumpy."

"Wha-" Temperance started, cut off by Chase's lips pressing into hers. She pressed back with equal force, breaking a moment later reluctantly and smirking up at him. "Want that slap now?" she teased, her hand snaking to rest on his hip.

Temperance chuckled, arching a blonde brow and leaning in closer to his lips before murmuring, "Want to have a sleep over?" In a mocking (likely of their parents) tone.

Temperance giggled against Chase's lips, bringing her hands up to caress his face before pulling away. "Well, come on then, babysitter," she continued, winking.

"Why, I have no idea what you mean," Temperance replied lowly, her hand sliding over his momentarily. She made as if about to kiss him again before moving away without a liplock, climbing into the car with a small hum.

"I can do a lot better than that," Temperance singsonged quietly, tilting her body towards him. Her right hand slipped to rest on his hip under his shirt, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his shoulder. She looked up and watched his face, illuminated by the occasional streetlight as he drove.

Temperance scooted even closer, now more in the middle seat as she leaned up to his ear, whispered her address and then something else huskily before kissing his neck, pulling away with a smirk.

Temperance giggled at Chase's obvious discomfort, and she slid out of the car, shutting the door behind her and grabbing her keys. She hips swayed slightly as she walked, gesturing for Chase to follow her as she unlocked the front door to the large house.

Temperance grinned, shutting the door behind hum just a moment before he scooped her up, and she hooked her arm behind his neck. "Up those stairs and the last at the end of the hallway," she replied, lifting up to press her lips to his again.

Temperance slipped her hands to Chase's hips when he laid her down and kissed her again, fighting back against his lips with hers, parting her lips for him.

"What?" Temperance looked at him, confused. She sat up and slid back on the bed, gesturing him up with her. "Nothing's wrong; are you okay?"

Temperance breathed softly, closing her eyes as he started kissing her again. She laid her head back and tilted away so he could have easier access as he slid the sleeve of her dress away. After a moment she moved back, suddenly feeling sick. "Maybe we shouldn't," she said quietly, already slipping her sleeve back up on her shoulder.

"Wait, Chase..." Temperance followed after him, her feet softly padding on the wood floor. "It's not that I don't want to, it's that... They're getting married, and I..." She shuddered, shaking her head. "Where do you have to go? They're at your house. You can stay." She remembered that they hadn't eaten and took his hand to lead him to the big kitchen.