Red Locks
The first thing he noticed when he woke up was the head-splitting ache once he gained consciousness. Well that's not really anything new for him especially on a Saturday, Fridays always did bring out the party animal in him and the sex deviant in him as well, and so drunken one night stands are always the norm for him. But what was weird was the familiar shade of hair color sprawled all over the pillow next to him.
He knew only one girl with this shade of red as hair.
His eyes scanned the room and much to his horror, the sight of the big red bow that hanged on the lamp beside him proved his suspicions.
Fuck. You really are fucked aren't you?
Gently and silently, he got out of bed while making sure not to wake her. He'd be dead meat if she finds out he was the one who had a one night stand with.
Great Brick, really great. You just had to stick your dick inside your most hated arch nemesis!
His eyes lingered on her naked form and little Brick just grew a few sizes longer.
Okay, smoking hot fuckable arch nemesis.
It was a great shame really, to waste such a body on such an uptight person. But then again, judging by the few buzzing memories of her performance last night, he could say that maybe he had judged her wrong. He would definitely not mind a round two on that.
Maybe staying for a bit won't be so bad after all, if she'd wake up shrieking, he could always shut her up with his mind blowing kisses and have angry sex afterwards.
Yep, that's probably a good idea.
Question:
What song do your PPG otp remind you of?