Courtney's Secret
Duncan discovers that Courtney has a a little secret... And man is it hot :P
"Damnit, damnit, damnit..." Courtney said as she quickly rushed inside the Killer Bass cabin, almost chanting it as she rushed to her duffle bag.
"I swear to god if this hole has closed up..." Courtney grimaced into the mirror as she rummaged through he bag, throwing out random odds and ends.
Since she was so busy looking through her stuff, she didn't notice when Duncan came to the door to see what all of the fuss was about. Of course, he wasn't expecting to have a plethera of objects flung randomly at him, especially when a pair of blue silk and cream lace panties landed in his face. The punk boy pulled them off and blinked at them. "Uh, Princess?"
"There it is!" Courtney said triumphantly before turning around, "Finally, I can- Duncan!" Courtney quickly hid what was in her hands behind her back. "What are you..." She stopped when she noticed what he was holding. "What in the hell are you doing with my underwear?"
"I never expected you to be a lace-and-silk kind of girl." Courtney blushed as she walked up to the punk and snatched her underwear away.
"And I'll thank you to forget it," Courtney told him as she turned around and began to gather up her things so she could stuff them back in her duffle bag.
Duncan moved to help her, unsurprised when he found the bra to match her underwear. "Why, Princess, you never told me you were a C-cup." he eyed the unpadded umber admiringly.
"It never came up," Courtney snapped sarcastically, again snatching the undergarments away.
"I have to say, you have a very cute taste in undearwear," Duncan said as-a-matter-of-factly, smirking all the while as he watched Courtney's face blossom into a flowering red color.
"Thank you for your unwanted opinion, Duncan," The brunette said as she blushed again.
"So what were you looking for so feverishly?"
"Uh... My watch." Courtney said.
"I thought Miss Counselor in Training didn't need a watch," Duncan smirked again.
"I'm not as good at telling what time it's night out."
"And you couldn't have just walked to the mess hall?"
"..." Courtney's mind was out of excuses.
"C'mon, Princess," The punk sidled up to the CIT, "What were you really looking for?"
The brunette sighed. "Do you promise not to tell anyone it I show you?"
"Cross my skull." Duncan said, doing just that.
"Alright." Courtney raised her hand and opened up her palm to reveal two rain-drop-sized silver balls.
"Earrings? You were looking for earrings?" Duncan looked dissapointed.
"Actually..." Courtney stuck her tonuge out and pushed one of the silver pieces through her tongue before screwing on the other beneath it.
Duncan stared in awe. "You have a... Tongue piercing?
Courtney nodded mutely. "I got it my freshman year of high school..." She rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment.
"Princess, that's... That is so sexy," Duncan grinned wolfishly.
"Oh whatever, you delinquent," Courtney said as she walked out of the cabin and towards the mess hall with her face a bright red. Duncan followed her, smirking as he threw an arm around her.
"You know, Princess, I've always wondered what it's like to kiss a girl with a barbell..."
