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He was sick of it, completely sick of it and he'd be damned if he continued trailing after that woman's skirt tails any longer. Actually, he'd prefer it if she wore a skirt, as that would let him escape the trance the swaying of her hips in those damn leather pants always put him in, but that was exactly what he shouldn't be thinking about. Thinking of her swaying hips always led to thoughts of her fine, fine ass, and he was trying to avoid thinking of that.
Thus why he was currently camped out in the Generals' private bathes, the separation of the men & women's bathes ensuring he wouldn't somehow encounter her in the spacious indoor hot springs. It gave him a chance to relax and hopefully not think about Cross and her massive boobs, or what she looked like without the many layers of coat and ruffly shirts covering them.
It also gave him the privacy to take care of any problems not managing to avoid thoughts of the redheaded gunwoman might cause, since Yeeger and Tiedoll were still out on missions or whatever they were doing. He could even take his mask off without having to worry about anyone freaking out over him falling into a "bloodlust". Honestly, he would admit to being crazy, but he wasn't completely batshit insane.
Relaxing back with his arms along the edge of the bath and his head tipped back, eyes closed and forcing himself to not think of anything, especially avoiding thoughts of tall redheads with hourglass figures, hearing the door to the bathes open was the last thing he expected to break his trance. Keeping his eyes closed he twitched his nose, tensing up slightly as the scent gunpowder and roses hit his nose, not sure if he should be hoping he was hallucinating or if he should be scared for his balls.
Tipping his head to the side he opened one eye slightly to glance at the door, relieved to see the door closed and Cross no where in sight. At least until he heard the small splash of someone stepping into the water, causing him to turn his head just in time to get an eyeful of double-D's as Cross made herself comfortable in his lap.
Yup, there was no chance of not thinking about her now, especially with her mouth over his and her breasts squished to his chest. He wasn't sure when his arms ended up wrapped around her waist to hold her close, or when his hands ended up on her ass to pull her hips tight against his own, but he wasn't going to complain or question it.