A/N: Here are the next five words. I guess the first three could kind of be connected, but the last two (I don't know where they came from!!) are definitely connected. Anyway, enjoy. R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own LWD.
About Time
Wrong
When her eyes widen and anger begins to flare in the irises so intense he's sure he can see flames, he knows he's said something wrong. When she avoids touching him, looking at him or speaking to him, he knows he's done something wrong. When she begins to throw things at him all the while screaming and yelling obscenities that he didn't even know she knew, he knows that he's sleeping on the couch for a good week. So he does, no questions asked.
Apology
He's never really known how to apologize properly. Granted he had spent a majority of his life as an unapologetic spoiled jerk. She was the one who changed that. Now he's in big trouble and she's the one that's angry at him. She's not there to help him put the words together. Somehow he has to get those two little words out and make her believe them. So he takes her hands in his and takes a deep breath; he looks into her eyes and opens his mouth—"I'm sorry."
Forgiven
She has always tried to be a forgiving person. She forgave Sam time and time again. She forgave Max way to many times. She forgave her mom for turning her life upside down. She forgave her dad for not being there for her when she needed him. She forgave Marti for turning her products into "potions." But she's always had trouble forgiving him, and she couldn't understand why. She when he finally says those two little words he has so much trouble with, she figures it's about time she tried.
Sold
He thought it was ridiculous, auctioning off the members of the team for "dates." But it was for charity, so he couldn't complain. He should have been happy—who wouldn't like to have a multiple females fighting over them. He still thinks it's silly when he walks out on stage and the bidding begins. Immediately, two women begin to try and outbid each other. Right when everyone is sure it's going to come to fists, a third voice rings with a number that out bids them by a huge margin. He finds the familiar face in the crowd. She smirks and it doesn't seem so silly anymore.
Crisp
What she makes him do for their "date" is even more absurd than the auction. But she paid good money and he doesn't really mind giving her a show. She sits back and relaxes as he begins to perform, a smile playing across her lips the entire time. When he's down to his last article of clothing, she pulls out a stack of crisp singles from her wallet. She gestures him toward her with one finger, and he willingly obeys. She tucks the bills into the waistband of his boxers. She winked at him and they both burst out laughing.