Küss Mich
Küss mich
auf meine feuchten Lippen
küss mich
auch wenn es bitter schmeckt
küss mich
Ichigo groaned as he rolled over in his bed and reached for his blaring cell phone. After three misses he lifted his head and squinted one eye open before spotting it on the edge of his nightstand. He snatched it up and answered with a gravely, "Hello?"
"G'mornin', cupcake. Sleep well?"
Ichigo groaned loudly and hung up his phone, tossing it over the side of the bed and onto the floor. He didn't need this shit. Almost immediately the phone started ringing again and Ichigo tried to run back over the amount of money he still had in his bank account to see if he could afford to throw the damn thing out the window. There was a thud against his wall and he heard Renji grumble.
"Answer your fucking phone, asshole!"
With another groan Ichigo sat up and sleepily looked for his phone, finding it closer to the wall, standing, and tripping over his own pants that he had discarded there the night before. Ichigo's shoulder thudded into the closet door and he cursed loudly before snatching the phone up and answering it.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"Ooh, not a morning person I see, are ya cupcake?" Grimmjow's voice came through the line again and Ichigo pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Don't fucking call me that."
"You busy today?" Grimmjow asked, brushing off Ichigo's words like dander from his shoulders.
"Yes. Every day. Quit trying to get me to go out with you." Something occurred to Ichigo in his sleep dulled brain that should have days ago and he felt like kicking himself for forgetting something so obvious.
"This is harassment, you know? I should call the police."
Grimmjow laughed.
"Get a restraining order out against you so you can't call or come anywhere near me ever again." Ichigo continued.
"Aww. No more movies?" Grimmjow teased and heard Ichigo snort.
"Haha, you laughed."
"Fuck you, I did not." Ichigo leaned his forehead against the wall and forced himself not to smile.
"So come hang out with me today."
"Grimmjow…."
"Not a date stupid. I'm bored and Shiro doesn't get out of class till late tonight and everyone else has real jobs." Grimmjow said the last part with such disdain that Ichigo actually did let loose a small chuckle.
"You could get one of those. Or a life. And stop bugging me."
Grimmjow's deep laughter trickled through the ear piece of the phone and Ichigo smirked. It was okay to do that in the dark of his room, alone, and half stupid with the remainder of his sleep. He could pretend it didn't happen later.
"What is it exactly you want to do at," Ichigo paused to look at his bedside clock and groaned again. "four-fucking-thirty in the goddamned morning? You're calling me at four-fucking-thirty?"
"Sun'll be up in like… less than an hour. I like to watch it come out in the middle of the desert."
"You're insane."
"Come with me." When Ichigo groaned and sounded like he was about to protest again Grimmjow added, "I'll just keep calling you until you agree." Grimmjow heard a dull thud and grinned at the image of Ichigo's head hitting something.
"I'll text you the address you can pick me up at." Ichigo mumbled and hung up his phone.
After two tries at getting his address right in his phone to send off, Ichigo finally got it and wobbled off to the bathroom for a quick shower before Grimmjow got there. He'd barely managed to rinse and reach for a towel before a furious Renji was pounding on the door yelling at him. By this time Ichigo had realized that he had actually finally said yes to Grimmjow's advances and that he was about to go out in the desert with the man. Alone. Ichigo ripped the door open and looked up at a shirtless and very disheveled Renji with a cocked eyebrow.
"I wasn't being that loud." Ichigo started and Renji's face darkened.
"There's someone here to see you." Renji growled before stalking off to his room.
Ichigo scowled and looked out in the dark living room to see Grimmjow leaning against the couch as if he belonged there. Ichigo's hand tightened around the towel he had barely covering the front of his still wet body and swallowed.
"Uh… I'll be out in a sec. I gotta get dressed." He mumbled before hurrying back to his room to do just that.
He expected to be followed. Not that he wanted to be followed, but it seemed like something Grimmjow would do. So, expecting this, Ichigo kept his eyes on the door as much as he could as he dressed and tumbled over more times than he would have ever cared to admit to. Apparently his coordination was still asleep. Understandable, of course. It wasn't even five in the morning yet. He buttoned his pants and grabbed his wallet and keys before sighing at his sleepy reflection in the mirror and joining Grimmjow in the living room.
"I think I pissed your roommate off." Grimmjow said, though his voice was full of humor.
Ichigo rolled his eyes and sighed. "You piss everyone off."
Grimmjow chuckled and stood just as Ichigo sat on a low stool by the front door to pull on a pair of sneakers. Grimmjow frowned at the small pile of shoes next to the door and asked something he had always wondered about.
"So, do Asian people not have stinky feet?"
Ichigo's head shot up and his mouth dropped open as he stared at Grimmjow in disbelief.
"Are you retarded?"
"Well why else would you all be so comfortable with a pile of shoes at your front door where it's the first thing people will be greeted with?"
Ichigo shook his head. "You're an idiot. Of course some Asian's have smelly feet and some don't." He couldn't believe he was talking about this so early in the morning.
"Are you a racist or something?"
"What?" Grimmjow wrinkled his nose. "Dude, if I was racist I wouldn't have fucked you, money or not. Right?"
"Whatever. Let's just get this day over with."
Grimmjow snorted. "Don't sound so excited for something you agreed to do."
"Shut up." Ichigo stood and stamped his feet a few times before reaching for the door and opening it to the slightly chilly morning. He wouldn't grab a hoodie though. It'd be hotter than hell by the time the sun was up.
Ichigo raised an eyebrow at Grimmjow's newer model car, he wasn't good with figuring out what the cars were other than things to get him for one point to another, and crawled into the passenger seat, admiring the soft leather he was sitting on. Ichigo leaned his head back against the headrest and wondered why he was even there in the first place. He kept telling himself that he didn't want anything to do with this guy but ever since he had been conned into giving out his cell number to the man he hadn't gone one day without hearing his voice. Ichigo's lip curled at the memory of how that had happened.
After their last shoot together, Ichigo's mind still very fuzzy, his body like rubber and his first taste of cum still in his mouth, Grimmjow had leaned over and whispered into his ear, "Gimmie yer number, cupcake." Ichigo had giggled, giggled!, and nodded, saying the number out loud before he could remember to stop himself. Two weeks later and here he was, five in the morning and on his way out into the middle of the desert with a retard that didn't know when to quit. Grimmjow threw himself in his seat, slamming the door and causing Ichigo's eyes to fly open again. Grimmjow only grinned and started his car, laughing when the rush of loud music made Ichigo's entire body jerk upright and sleep dull brown eyes snap to him.
"Sorry." Grimmjow said, turning the stereo off and not seeming the least bit sorry about any of it.
"Coffee." Ichigo answered and closed his eyes once again.
"Coffee is shit. You need fresh air and the sun to wake you up."
"No, apparently all I need is a persistent fucking asshole to wake me up." Ichigo snapped.
Grimmjow laughed and pulled out of the parking spot. "Anytime, cupcake."
Ichigo raised his hands to cover his face as he groaned and Grimmjow continued to laugh as he drove off to watch the sun rise.
"What'd I tell you?" Grimmjow asked in a hushed voice from the hood of his car. He looked over at Ichigo sitting next to him, not too close of course, and smiled.
Ichigo sighed deeply and sipped his coffee that Grimmjow had stopped for, and paid for, on the way. "It's pretty." He conceded.
"Gorgeous, you mean."
Pinks, oranges and golds floated and painted the thin clouds dotting the horizon and further up the sky melted from black, to purple, to blue and finally blushed into the lighter shades. The small hills and dunes in the distance were just starting to grab their color back from the night and Ichigo could see a couple cacti just starting to turn that pale yellow green color they were during the day time. He smirked and nodded. It was quite a bit more than just pretty, he had to admit.
"So, what now?" Ichigo asked, feeling relaxed and surprisingly comfortable being with Grimmjow like this.
Grimmjow shrugged. "I don't have anything to do today so whatever you want is cool."
"Go back to bed." Ichigo suggested and immediately regretted it. "I mean…!"
"You can't go back to sleep after seeing something so beautiful!" Grimmjow cut him off and Ichigo sat there at a loss as to what else to say.
"Look, there's an art festival in like three hours. We could go check that out."
"Art?"
"What's wrong with art?"
Ichigo smirked and chuckled. "I just… didn't picture you into art like, at all."
"Dude, fuck you. I'm an actor. Of course I'm into art and shit."
Ichigo cocked an eyebrow at Grimmjow and turned his body towards the other man.
"Does porn count as acting?"
Grimmjow sighed and turned his body towards Ichigo as well. "I do more than porn, asshole. I'm an actual actor. In like plays and a couple indie movies and stuff."
Both Ichigo's eyebrows rose this time. "Really?" He asked in an unbelieving tone.
"I'll prove it. I've got the DVDs at my house." Grimmjow insisted and Ichigo chuckled.
"No way! I go back there with you and you jump and rape me. I'd rather go back to sleep."
"Shut up I will not. I already promised you on the way out here today isn't like that."
Ichigo shook his head and jumped off the hood of the car. "I don't trust you." He said, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking a few steps away from the car so he could yawn widely without being seen.
"That's not fair." Grimmjow pointed out, scooting across the hood and taking the spot where Ichigo had been sitting. "You haven't even given me a chance at…."
"Yes, but you assume that I want to give you a chance. Did it ever occur to you that I maybe just don't wanna know you outside of work?" Ichigo said, turning back to look at Grimmjow with a strange look on his face.
Grimmjow frowned for a moment before snorting and grinning. "Shut up."
Grimmjow pushed off the car and walked towards Ichigo, throwing a companionable arm around Ichigo's shoulders and walking him back to the car.
"Everyone wants to know me."
Ichigo sighed and rolled his eyes, shrugging out from under Grimmjow's arm and reaching for the passenger side door handle.
"How do you fit your ego inside your body?"
Grimmjow threw his head back and laughed as he rounded the car and Ichigo smirked, lowering himself into his seat and pulling on the belt. Two hours later he was in stitches as he watched Grimmjow on the TV screen attempting to fend off zombies in a post-apocalyptic warzone. Grimmjow was glaring at him but he couldn't stop laughing long enough to feel bad about it. The Grimmjow on the screen screamed for help but none came and he died a bloody horrible death at the hands of hungry crazed zombies and Ichigo thought that this was one of the best days he'd had in a really long time.
"It's not funny. I died."
Ichigo chocked a little and began coughing, his face red for the lack of air. "I know. You… died screaming… like a chick…."
"Did not!"
Ichigo snorted quietly and nodded. "Yes you did." He said, his voice breathless.
"Whatever. I'm a great actor."
Ichigo tried to take a deep breath and failed as he wiped a tear that had formed in the corner of his eye. "Sorry. It was good. Just… caught me off guard."
"Whatever. What do you wanna do now?"
Ichigo looked around the room he was in and sighed, surprised that it had been so easy for Grimmjow to talk him into coming upstairs to his bedroom to watch the DVDs. And the room was an absolute pigsty too. Clothes, books, magazines, shoes and God knew what else littered every available surface. Ichigo'd been told to push things off the bed and grab a seat while Grimmjow turned on a rather expensive looking plasma TV and pushed in a shiny looking DVD. Ichigo took one look at the bed and wondered if he wouldn't be safer on the floor. Instead of dwelling on it, Ichigo pushed a pile of clothing out of his way and sat on the edge of the bed. It had been awkward at first but then Grimmjow had begun to tell him about things that had happened during the making of the movies, injuries, bloopers and whatnot, and then they were laughing and swapping stories and trying to watch the movies Grimmjow was so insistent upon showing him. Ichigo shook his head and shrugged.
"I dunno. It's late enough for a beer now, right?"
Grimmjow groaned. "Dry house."
"Well, I'll buy a six pack if you go in and get it." Ichigo offered, thinking about how much cash he had on him.
"I can't." Grimmjow said, frowning at Ichigo.
Ichigo frowned back. "Why not? You lost your ID or something?"
"I'm not legal yet."
Ichigo's mouth dropped open and he gaped at the man in front of him. "W… what?" he asked unbelievingly.
"I'll be twenty-one in like five weeks."
"WHAT?" Ichigo stood up, his eyes, if possible, wider. "I'm older than you?"
"No way." Grimmjow said, standing as well and reaching for his wallet. "When's yer birthday."
Ichigo pulled out his wallet as well. "Fifteenth of July."
Grimmjow looked up and scowled, yanking Ichigo's wallet out of his hands and checking the date on his ID.
"Fuck."
Ichigo looked down at Grimmjow's driver's license and smirked at the date. "I'm sixteen days older than you." He said smugly and grinned at Grimmjow.
"Shut up."
Ichigo giggled. "You must be into older men then."
"Fuck you."
"But you said today wasn't for that." Ichigo teased, not realizing that he might be stepping over any lines with that comment.
Grimmjow smirked and leaned closer to Ichigo, grabbing his wallet out of his hands and looking down at suddenly startled brown eyes.
"We can change that." He husked and Ichigo took a large step backwards.
"N-no. That's okay."
"Aw, c'mon. You even got a good laugh at my expense, the least you can do is make it up to me with a little kiss." Grimmjow pressed.
Ichigo scowled. "No way." He said incredulously.
Grimmjow grinned and stepped closer. "You know I'll just bug you until I get it."
Ichigo made a small sound of disgust and shook his head. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"
A thin blue eyebrow cocked over eyes full of mischief and Grimmjow stepped a little closer.
"I get that a lot, ya know?"
Ichigo leaned back a little but stood his ground this time. He wasn't going to let Grimmjow back him into a corner. At least this way he could still get out of anything Grimmjow started.
"I bet."
Ichigo felt like a stalked animal and could feel his heartbeat escalate each time Grimmjow stepped just a tad closer. His eyes narrowed and his body tensed as he waited for the man to do something that never came. Grimmjow just stood in front of him, close enough that Ichigo would only have been able to fit his hand between them, grinning like an idiot. Ichigo's eyes flickered between Grimmjow's and he shook his head again.
"I said no." he whispered, clearing his throat and repeating it at volume.
Grimmjow only grinned and licked his lips. Ichigo wasn't aware that his eyes followed Grimmjow's tongue and he sighed loudly.
"So back off."
Neither man moved and Ichigo rolled his eyes. It figured that Grimmjow would be like this, Ichigo didn't know why he expected anything less. He sighed and shook his head again.
"Fine." He whispered, leaning forward and quickly pressing his lips to Grimmjow's.
Grimmjow looked a little surprised when Ichigo started to walk away almost immediately and he reached out to grab his arm to stop him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What was that?"
Ichigo turned back around and frowned. "Your kiss. Let's go find something to do now."
"That wasn't a fucking kiss." Grimmjow complained.
Ichigo's shoulders sagged and he rolled his eyes. "Fuckin'…." He took a step back and reached up to cup the sides of Grimmjow's head before leaning in and pressing their lips together again.
Grimmjow lightly rested his hands at Ichigo's waist and guided him closer as he parted his lips and breathed against Ichigo's. He felt Ichigo's lips twitch before the man was leaning in again, this time sucking a little as their lips met. Grimmjow angled his head and opened his mouth a little wider, pulling Ichigo's bottom lip between his teeth and shivering at the small groan he received. Ichigo's fingers moved back into Grimmjow's hair and Grimmjow hummed in appreciation. Ichigo's body was suddenly pressing against his, a tongue licking at his open lips and coaxing Grimmjow's out to play.
"Oh fuck." Grimmjow breathed before letting his tongue meet Ichigo's, but the words seemed to pull Ichigo out of whatever had come over him and he pulled back, panting quietly and wide eyed.
"I…."
"Where you goin'? We just got started." Grimmjow purred and tried to pull Ichigo back to him.
Ichigo shook his head but didn't stop Grimmjow when he leaned in again and began to kiss along his jaw down to his neck. Ichigo's eyes closed, his head dropped to the side and he bit his lip when Grimmjow began to slowly skim his lips against his neck. He let out a quick breath and one hand rose to finger the hem of Grimmjow's shirt. It was so different from their movies together that it surprised Ichigo enough to let his guard down and Grimmjow knew exactly how to take advantage of that.
"Grimmjow? Hunny, are you home?"
"Shit." Grimmjow pushed Ichigo away from him so fast that Ichigo almost fell before running a hand back through his hair to try and calm himself.
Ichigo frowned.
"Y-yeah mom. I'm up in my room." Grimmjow called out and Ichigo realized the real reason why he was in Grimmjow's bedroom instead of watching movies in the living room.
"You live with your parents?" Grimmjow tossed him a glare before walking to his open bedroom door and calling out to his mother again.
"I have a guest over."
"Oh, okay, Hunny. I just had to stop home and grab a few things. I'll be out of your hair soon."
"'kay."
Grimmjow shut his door and leaned back against it, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.
"You live…."
"Shut up. It's sweet ride until I get a break on something good." Grimmjow snapped and sighed. "Fuckin' mood killer." He grumbled.
"For what? Acting? Shouldn't you be living in like, LA or something? Hollywood?"
"Yeah well, I'm here." Grimmjow continued to grumble as he pushed away from the door.
Ichigo snorted and reached for his phone. "Look, I know someone that can get us some beer. We'll get a pizza and figure something out to do. Alright?"
Grimmjow smirked. "Hanging out with you, beer and pizza at yer house sounds good to me."
"Fine. Let me make a couple phone calls."
The conversation with Shinji should have gone smoothly but it didn't. The moment Ichigo had mentioned Grimmjow's name Shinji had started spitting out rapid fire questions. What were they doing? Where were they going? Why did they need beer? How long had they been hanging out and why didn't Shinji know about this? Ichigo had been happy that Grimmjow had been called to help his mother carry something to the car so that he could speak freely.
"It's just hanging out Shinji, and this is the first time."
"I thought you didn't wanna do it though." Shinji asked, very much in the loop as to the ongoing harassment Ichigo had been dealing with.
"I'm an idiot, apparently. And… I'm kinda actually having fun. He's pretty funny and cool to hang around."
"Why do I sense a 'but' coming in here?"
Ichigo smirked. "We kissed."
"Deets!" Shinji practically squealed and Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"It wasn't much, but… fuck Shinji. It was weird."
There was a short moment of silence before Shinji commented. "You don't understand what deets means, do you?"
"Can you get us some beer or not?"
Shinji had agreed and after Grimmjow was finished and his mother was gone, he and Ichigo got back in his car and drove off to meet Shinji. The blond was outside his building with a paper bag in his arms and a smile on his face as they approached and came up to the passenger side door before Ichigo could open it. He motioned for Ichigo to roll down the window and waited before shoving the bag at Ichigo. He peered inside and grinned at Grimmjow.
"You two play nice." He teased and Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"I told you, it's not like that Shinji."
Shinji snorted. "Yeah. Keep tellin' yourself that Ichi. And I want all the sexy details tomorrow." Shinji stressed the word details and looked pointedly at Ichigo.
"Shut up." Ichigo settled the bag, which contained a six pack of beer and a bottle of rum, between his feet and looked back up at Shinji, leaning his head out the window a bit.
"Hey, call me in like… an hour." He whispered.
Shinji grinned and leaned closer. "Why?"
Ichigo made a face because Shinji didn't bother to lower his voice any. "Just do it."
"Sure thing Ichi, but your new buddy might get upset if I interrupt any-ow!" Shinji covered his forehead with his hand and stepped back from the car. Ichigo had flicked him there as hard as he could and it stung like a bitch.
"Man, I go get you beer and liquor and you do that to me?" Shinji whined. "I am so not going to be interrupting the sex you two will so be having later."
Shinji walked away from the car, leaving Ichigo red in the face and Grimmjow laughing his ass off as he pulled away from the curb he had parked next to.
"See, even your friends think we should fuck outside of work."
"Don't start, or you can go home." Ichigo muttered darkly and Grimmjow tried to quell his laughter.
The house was dark and empty when they arrived and Ichigo went about turning all the lights in the living room and kitchen on. He didn't want anything to be dark or romantic looking in any way. This was just two guys, hanging out and enjoying themselves. Nothing more. Grimmjow ordered the pizza while Ichigo looked on his pay-per-view to see if anything good was playing. It was already well over triple digits outside and the thought of going back out in it at this point was just stupid in Ichigo's mind.
"What do you wanna watch?"
"I dunno. Something… action packed maybe. What the hell is playing?" Grimmjow asked as he took a seat next to Ichigo and handed him a beer.
Ichigo cracked open his beer as he listed off the names of the movies playing or shortly upcoming before taking a swallow of it. He didn't care what they watched really, he was getting a little tired and he'd probably fall asleep five minutes into it anyway. Grimmjow took control of the remote and by the time the pizza had arrived they had made their decision. They had a few minutes before the movie started and Grimmjow quickly suggested a couple shots before hand. Ichigo frowned.
"I don't…."
"Oh, c'mon. Don't puss out on me. It's just a couple shots." Grimmjow had taunted.
Half of a very large bottle of rum later and the extraordinarily dramatic movie they happened to be watching at the moment was the funniest damn thing in the world and Ichigo found himself in tears from laughter for the second time in the same day.
"But Richard," Grimmjow quoted along, his voice slightly higher than normal. "I… I love you."
Ichigo giggled and tried not to spit out his beer.
"Like that matters now, Kelly." Grimmjow continued, deepening his voice this time.
"God… stop. Please stop." Ichigo pleaded.
"How can that not matter? What happened to us!" Grimmjow wailed and Ichigo fell off the couch.
Grimmjow snorted. "The floor comfy?"
"No more." Ichigo shook his head and held his sides. "I can't. No more."
"Then pick another movie."
"Ah fuck, what time is it?" Ichigo said, lifting his head off the floor and closing his eyes when the room spun.
"Who cares?"
Ichigo sat up the rest of the way and struggled to stand, leaning dangerously to the left before righting himself.
"Whoa." He said before wandering off to the bathroom.
Grimmjow leaned his head back against the couch and waited for Ichigo to return, the stupid movie on the screen forgotten and his head swimming in alcohol. He felt good though, light and different than he did when he hung out with Shiro or Ilforte. Which was probably a good thing since Ilforte, while a good guy, was his step brother and Shiro… well Shiro was Shiro. Grimmjow had no sexual interest in his longtime friend and he wanted to keep things that way. But Ichigo… Grimmjow wanted Ichigo. Badly. The more he thought about him the worse that feeling got. The more he heard his voice the deeper the feeling ran and the more he saw Ichigo…. Fuck it, Grimmjow thought to himself as he sighed and closed his eyes. He was too drunk to think like that. When Ichigo did finally come back Grimmjow was practically asleep and Ichigo grinned a little at the sight. He bit his lip and crawled up next to Grimmjow, sighing and resting his head on the couch just as Grimmjow's was.
"Too drunk?"
"Fuck you." Grimmjow mumbled, eyes still closed.
"Light weight." Ichigo sang and giggled.
Grimmjow snorted. "Whatever. I'm just gearing up for the rest of that bottle I'm gonna have to drink myself."
"You wish."
"Fine, then take another shot with me." Grimmjow challenged.
Ichigo sat up and reached for the bottle sitting on the coffee table in front of him, grabbing a shot glass with his other hand and carefully pouring a single shot. He looked back at Grimmjow as the man slowly sat up and tipped the alcohol into his own mouth. He turned, placed a hand on Grimmjow's shoulder, the other man opening his eyes and frowning at Ichigo, and pressed his lips to Grimmjow's. Grimmjow sucked in a surprised breath and groaned quietly with a rum flavored tongue slid across his lip. Ichigo pulled his tongue back and back in again, more alcohol on it this time and Grimmjow understood what Ichigo was trying to do. And fuck, but it turned him on. Grimmjow moaned and sat up, tilting his head as Ichigo sealed their lips and exchanged the rum with Grimmjow. Grimmjow swallowed and slipped his tongue inside Ichigo's mouth. Ichigo growled quietly and scooted closer to Grimmjow before letting the hand that was on his shoulder fall back to the couch.
Grimmjow twisted to face Ichigo better and rested his hand on his hip like he had done earlier that day. Ichigo kissed hard, forcing Grimmjow to focus on remaining upright at least for a little while longer, and his fingers twitched a few times before his lifted his hand and rested it on Grimmjow's jean clad thigh. Grimmjow made a noise in the back of his throat when that hand began to slide closer to his half hard cock and Ichigo's fingers where just about to wrap around it when there was a noise at the front door. Ichigo sucked in a breath and pulled back, eyes wild and startlingly clear. His breath hitched and he was suddenly gone, launching himself over the back of the couch and flying into the bathroom as the front door opened and closed loudly. Grimmjow frowned and looked back at the door, seeing the man that he had briefly met that morning frowning at him. Grimmjow grinned and chuckled.
"Hey. I'm Grimmjow. Wan'a beer?"
Kiss me
on my moist lips
kiss me
even if it tastes bitter
kiss me
A/N YAY! Another one~ Thanks to everyone that came to the extremely long livetream session today and I'm glad I was able to finish this before passing out. I... have no idea what to say here, lol. I hope you enjoy~!
~Penny
