Author's Note: Hi…. Please don't throw things at me XD I come bearing an update.
Warnings: Things… Start moving a lil'?
Disclaimer: Don't f*cking sue.
Dedications: Rasp, who actually sat with me and helped. She got my lazy ass to write, which is quite an achievement since my ass has no hands.
:D Next chapter, things REALLY happen.
Your Gloves
The rain is really pissing it down, I note, cursing myself for not bringing an umbrella. Some guys can be total bastards and dump you in the middle of nowhere, even in weather like this.
Still. They could do worse.
Then again, so far… You seem alright. Haven't really looked at me, which is a pleasant relief from the unrelenting leers I normally get. You seem to be concentrating on driving pretty hard, so I'm free to side-glance at you all I want. Light brown or blonde hair tied back in a low, short ponytail, the aforementioned gigantic sunglasses…
I'm totally caught off guard when your hand touches lightly on my knee, and your driving gloves start detouring their way up my pale, tensed-up thigh. I didn't see you as the 'blow me off below the dashboard' type; I assumed you'd want to take things… I'd sound stupid if I said "slower", wouldn't I? You never take things "slow" with a prostitute, not when most work by the hour.
I smile at you, lids half lowered as countless punters have taught me to, practised to perfection. You acknowledge it with a smirk, the first familiar emotion I've seen from you tonight, and suddenly swing the car into a darkened alley.
… I know.
So not worth the wait.
BUT IT WILL BE.
Lemon
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