A/N: Chantel, I had to. Besides, I know you'll like it ;)

"Phil..." Chantel whined as she listened to him once again.

"What?"

"This is so boring. I don't see why I have to listen to this."

"You just need to."

"Not a valid answer."

He rolled his eyes and continued on.

They had been here for two hours. Two fucking hours and she was bored out of her mind.

"Now this is the conencting rod, which I also told you is basically the crankshift or piston in a car..." he said as he pointed to the car part.

"Yeah yeah, I get that." Chantel sighed.

"Great. Sooner or later, you'll be a pro at this." he replied as he continued to work on his car.

Chantel suddenly stood up and walked over to where Phil was, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Nothing at all." she smirked.

Phil turned around and looked at Chantel, not buying it.

"What?" she giggled.

"You're up to something."

"Not I. I can't just wrap my arms around my boyfriend's waist?" she asked pecking his lips as she let a finger trail down his chest.

He shivered slightly.

"Normal girls can." he chuckled.

"Oh, you are a jerk." Chantel said as she removed herself from Phil and started to walk away.

He shook his head in amusement and threw his wrench over his shoulder, letting it make a clang as it fell to the floor. He swiftly turned Chantel around and pinned her down the hood of his car.

"I think I know what you wanted." he smirked as he started leaving soft kisses around her jaw and on her neck.

"O-oh?"

"Mhm." he muttered as he removed her shirt and took his off as well.

Chantel smirked.

"Why Phil, are you implying on putting your keys in my ignition?"

Phil laughed loudly and then kissed his way down her stomach and her hips, biting into her a little.

Chantel gasped.

"P-Phil!" she said surprised as she grabbed a fistful of his hair and kissed him as hard and fierce as she could.

Immediately, he reached for the button of her jeans and unbuttoned them, then proceeded to take them off, Chantel doing the same to him. He smirked.

"In a rush?"

"Shut up and fuck me." she growled.

He was taken aback at how forceful she was, especially when she grabbed a fistful of his hair, but he did as she asked. Without warning, he filled her up, elicting a moan and a gasp from her.

"Oh god Phil!" she screamed.

He thrusted into her at a quick pace, not even giving her to the time to adjust.

"H-harder." she whimpered as he kissed at her neck and bit down on her a little.

Phil went as fast and as hard as he could, getting himself worked up and feeling himself ready to climax.

"I'm so close." Chantel managed to get out as she closed her eyes tightly.

"Come on Chantel, fucking let it all go." he said in a husky voice as he went harder and tugged her hair back, kissing her roughly.

That did it for her.

As soon as her lips connected with his, she climaxed and bit down onto his shoulder to muffle her screams.

"Fuck!" he yelled out as she bit down on his shoulder and his release came as well.

They both panted as he rested his head on her chest, catching his breath.

"That was-"

"Hot?"

"Very." Chantel giggled.

"Oh I know, and to think, you didn't want to help me." he smirked.

"Psh, well baby, I guess fixing cars is my new hobby."

He chuckled and kissed her lips as he helped her sit up.

"I'd like you to help me more often."

"Just say vroom vroom and I'm there." she winked.

A/N: Chantel, ending is crappy...but eh...Review?