Yeaaaah.... It's not really the greatest... I don't feel like I've captured Kink's... Kinkiness enough but... oh well. :P
Kinky Duchess belongs to Charlie Louie, Bob Marley belongs to me and WWRY belongs to Ben Elton and Queen.
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" So... where do we go from here?"
" I dunno."
" I mean, aren't you and J.J sleeping in each others pants?"
" Yeah."
" Wouldn't she freak out if she found out?"
" I dunno."
" Is "I dunno" all you can say?"
" I dunno, let me check..."
Marley rolled over on to her side to stare at Kink. Though neither could remember exactly how they had ended up sleeping together, one too many drinks at the bar and a game of spin the bottle with Meat, Madonna, Charlotte and Prince was most likely to blame. Not that it wasn't nice being with Kinky Duchess, another well know sex obsessed bohemian... it was just... strangely awkward the morning after.
" Should we..." Marley began as she sat up and attempted to pull back on her leather pants without mooning the other girl.
" Act like nothing happened for the sake of protecting what tiny shreds of dignity we have?" Kink offered, grinning up at her from under her scruffy red fringe, not bothering to throw on anything else other than her bra and underwear.
Marley smirked back.
" Exactly what I was thinking, Kinky." she agreed, flopping back down onto the bed in just her half done up pants and a black bra. "You know, I think this is the start of a marvellous friendship."
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