Second Place

Las Vegas

(Part One)

Disclaimer: Hey, you know what to do! – Thanks ;)

Pairing: Ross/Laura/Riker

Author's Note: This chapter is currently my longest one ;) Enjoy!

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They were now three months into the West Coast Tour, and everyone was excited for this particular stop – Las Vegas, Nevada. The city of Sin, where what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. It was one of the few places on Earth that catered to everyone, no matter what their vice was, at any time of the day.

"I can't believe we're gonna perform just outside of Vegas," Rydel squealed. Her eyes were wide as she took in the sights and the people. Although it was day time, it was still exciting, and she was capturing it all on her camera. "I can't wait for the concert in a couple of nights!"

"I can't wait to check out the sights," Rocky said, a wide grin on his face.

Sitting on the black leather couch, Riker cut in, "Just don't forget you can't go into the casinos. They'll card you."

"But they won't card you, right?" Ratliff said, smirking in amusement at the blonde. "Because you're an old man, Riker."

"Not that much older," he replied. He pouted the slightest bit as the drummer's words sunk into his brain, and he turned to look at Laura, who sat beside him. "Do you think I'm old, Laura?"

Immediately, she answered, "No, of course not." He gave her a droll stare, which prompted her to change what she said. "Well, I mean – you're the oldest here, so… And you're twenty-one! That's exciting, and… Oh, I give up." Throwing her hands into the air, she went back to checking her email.

Meanwhile, the rest of R5 was laughing at Riker's expense. Said bass guitarist took it in stride, grinning and laughing with them, all the while giving them mock-imperious looks and ordering them around.

It was almost an hour later when the tour bus came to a stop in front of the hotel they would be staying in for the next few days. Although they would be spending a lot of time in Vegas, Ryland decided that they had enough of bus-life and deserved some well-deserved rest in an actual bed, as did their friendly driver.

Hopping off the bus, Ross stretched his arms over his head. "Okay, so how are we going to divide up the rooms this time?" he asked, smiling at the others.

"I don't mind sharing with someone," Laura said, glancing at everyone to see their reactions.

Rydel rocked on the balls of her feet. "Yeah, me neither," she agreed.

"But we've been stuck on a bus together for, like, over a month," Rocky groaned out. "I wouldn't mind having my own room, after so long of sharing, not that I don't love you guys."

Ratliff nodded in understanding. "Maybe our own rooms wouldn't be such a bad idea." He shrugged. "I mean, it's not like we'll be separated for long – we still have to hit California when we finish here. Why not?"

"Cool," Riker said, shrugging himself. "I'll check to see what kind of reservations Ryland made, and we'll go from there."

"Awesome," everyone replied. Picking up their carry-on bags, they entered the lobby, and Riker immediately walked to the front desk while the rest took seats in the waiting area.

It was barely ten minutes later when the tall blonde strolled over, a smile on his face. "Looks like Ryland took care of everything," he said. "He booked us all separate rooms, so there's no need to bitch and moan about sharing space for the next few days." He sent a pointed look at Rocky. In response, the brunette shrugged but his expression clearly said he wasn't apologetic. "Anyway, here are the keys. We're all on the same floor, so it doesn't matter which one you choose."

Once the keys were distributed, they headed for the elevators. On the way, they couldn't help glancing in the direction of machines being played, people winning or losing, and dice rolling. All the guests appeared to be having fun, regardless, and the group couldn't wait to start exploring this new city.

"I say we hit the shops after we get settled," Rydel suggested. The elevator doors closed, thus locking her brothers, friend, and Laura, inside. "How about it, guys? Laura?"

Rocky rubbed his stomach. "I say we get something to eat," he said. "I'm starving!"

"You're always hungry," Ross teased, smirking. "But I agree with Rocky. I heard Vegas food is supposed to be really good."

"Oh, come on, guys," Ratliff said, good-naturedly, "This is Vegas! Good food will always be there. We should check out a couple of stores while we search for somewhere to eat. How about that?"

Rocky and Ross shared a look, but shrugged when it appeared as though they wouldn't win. Besides, Ratliff was right – this was Vegas. They should have fun before they had to start work again, and who knew when they would come back? Unlike Riker, they weren't twenty-one yet, so this may be the only trip to Sin City for a few years.

Ding!

Seeing their floor number, R5 and Laura got off and headed down the correct hallway. Finding their rooms was easy, and they promised to meet up in the lobby once everything was settled and put away. And, with that, the doors closed one by one behind the new residents.

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By the time everyone managed to remember lunch, they each held at least two shopping bags each. The boys mostly spent their money on Ed Hardy, Hard Rock Café merchandise, and random candy they thought looked or sounded interesting. The girls, on the other hand, bought souvenir shirts, dresses, shoes, and accessories, from various stores that no one could remember the name of.

They were laughing as they entered the diner they had found a couple of blocks from their hotel. From their observations, it was popular by tourists and locals alike, so they knew the food must be good.

"Hi, can we get a table for six?" Rocky requested, smiling at the middle-aged woman manning the front counter.

"Sure, darling," she replied with a Southern drawl. She smiled widely at the group. "This way, please." Grabbing a handful of menus, she led them to one of the biggest tables the diner had. When the band members and Laura were seated, she passed out the menus. "My name is Edith, and I'll be your waitress. I'll come back with some waters."

"Thank you," the six responded, smiling at the friendly woman as she moved to leave.

As he glanced through the selections, Ross suddenly leaned over to show something he found to Laura. "Hey, check this out," he said, grinning at the brunette. "They have chicken Parmesan – one of your favorites."

"Oh, that's awesome," Laura replied, glancing at his menu despite having one of her own. "And it sounds delicious. I know what I'm ordering." Doing a little happy dance in her seat, she laughed as did the others.

"Great, now you can help me decide on what to eat," the younger teen said, smiling innocently at her.

Rolling her eyes, she teasingly scoffed, "Please, I know what you order all the time – whatever the waiter or waitress recommends."

He shrugged unapologetically. "What? They know what's good, and you can't deny that. You can't!"

The two playfully bickered for a few minutes, but the brunette eventually gave in and looked through the menu with Ross. She pointed out a few choices she knew he would like, but he wasn't much help when he couldn't make up his mind on what his stomach wanted.

Thankfully, by the time Edith came back with their waters, Laura made an executive decision and chose something off the menu for Ross. The blonde didn't protest; instead, he shrugged with a smile and let the petite young woman order for him, along with her own. In his opinion, it didn't really matter what she ordered – he'd eat it.

With the orders placed, the group conversed about light topics, like the Vegas weather and its numerous stores. Rydel made plans with Laura to visit The Strip the next day, and the boys decided to check out some of the Outlet malls.

"You know," Ratliff commented, catching everyone's attention. "I wouldn't mind checking out Circus Circus. I heard it's really fun, and they have a miniature amusement park on the inside – that's pretty cool, right?"

"That sounds awesome," Ross agreed, grinning in excitement. "I wouldn't mind getting on some rides before we leave. How about it?" His chocolate eyes glanced at the rest of the table's occupants, seeking approval to the plans.

Riker, his arm laid across the back of Laura's chair, hummed thoughtfully. "I don't know, guys," he answered honestly, brows furrowing. "I mean, once the concerts start up, we're gonna be tired, and think about the rehearsals."

"Why don't we just go when the concerts are done?" Rydel questioned reasonably. "It wouldn't be the first time we stayed in a city for an extra day or two before leaving."

Laura nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we could do that, Riker." She gave her boyfriend a pleading look, knowing he was a sucker for the puppy-dog eyes.

He drummed the fingers of his free hand against the surface of the table, trying to avoid looking at her face. In the end, he lost, and glanced down.

"Okay, fine," he acquiesced. He smiled when everyone cheered, but quickly brought them back to-task. "But that doesn't mean we can slack off." He gave the brunette beside him a pointed look. "And you have to decide on a song to sing. Those are the terms."

She nodded, beaming in happiness that they would get to visit one of the casinos with an amusement park. "Yes, of course," she said, giddy. "Rydel and I have been thinking about singing a duet. You know, one of the covers that Ryland found for her? It'll be ready soon, I promise."

"Good," the blonde bassist replied, smiling. "I can't wait to hear it."

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After lunch, the six explored a little more of Vegas, thus procuring more shopping bags apiece, before deciding on a light, early dinner. The next day was big for them, so decided that turning in for the night would be best, especially since it was their first day.

Throwing her bags down by her suitcase, Laura sighed happily. She was tired yet energized, and was too excited for tomorrow to think about sleeping. Not yet, at any rate. If anything, she felt like she could do a thousand push-ups (not that she would) or climb a mountain (which was debatable).

Instead, she threw herself onto her bed, sighing in contentment as the cool sheets embraced her and cradled her body. This is what heaven must feel like, she dreamily thought, snuggling further into the duvet.

Laura flipped over, onto her back, reaching for the remote to the flat-screen mounted on the wall, but paused when her cell phone chimed with a new text message. Softly frowning, she crawled towards her purse where she'd last stashed the cellular device.

Come to my room – Ross

It took almost a whole minute for her brain to work out what she was reading but, when it fully registered, the brunette swallowed thickly. Butterflies made themselves known in her stomach, her lungs felt strained, and her mind grew fuzzier as the seconds ticked by.

Then, just as suddenly as the text had come, she was horrified to discover how… eager she was. Her hands shook – not with terror or revulsion – but with something much, much worse:

Anticipation.

But why? Her mind cried out. All he does is molest you! You can't seriously like it, can you?

Laura clenched her eyes shut when she couldn't answer that, not even mentally. She liked to believe she could never tell a lie, least of all to herself. But still… What the heck was going on with her? Why was she suddenly looking forward to whatever Ross had planned? She never used to before, so…

Why now?

Her phone buzzed again, startling her and she looked down at the new message.

I know you want to see me. I left the door unlocked.

Gulping, the brunette slowly got off her bed, phone clenched in one hand. She made sure to grab her purse and room key, then softly stepped out into the hotel's hallway. Ross's room was directly across from hers, which made things easier, and her door closed soundlessly behind her.

Feeling as though in a trance, Laura calmly walked forward, not bothering to stop until her hand was wrapped around the door handle. Taking one last deep breath, and blanking her mind, she pushed down and opened it.

Ross looked up from his spot on the bed, smiling when he noticed it was her. "I knew you would come," he commented confidently. Chocolate eyes scanned her form, lust darkening them into something as sinful as the city they were in. "Lock the door, and put your stuff down."

For a brief second, she didn't move, as if her body was physically protesting. Then, hesitantly, the brunette moved to do his bidding. He could still see a bit of denial in her eyes; that she didn't want to be there, with him, but something inside her was encouraging her actions.

He smirked. Good, I knew waiting would work. Laura is so used to my touch, she doesn't know how to handle going without. Not for long, anyway. If tonight's session went as well as he thought it would, then he would have a definite answer. For now, he was going with a more psychological response – sort of like stimulus reaction; training one subject to do something over time until they instinctively do it on their own.

In this case, for the past year, he'd been 'training' Laura with his touch. Despite having Riker, it wouldn't be the same; her sexuality would have increased, too, with their individual attentions toward her.

Currently, she was headed down the right path – to being Ross's mistress. He just had to finish her 'training', so to speak, to fully agree to a life where she was faithful to Riker and, ultimately, Ross but in secret. It won't be long now.

As soon as Laura placed her purse onto the dresser, Ross instructed, "Get undressed."

Again, she did so with a bit of hesitation, but complied nonetheless. He watched carefully as creamy, unblemished skin was revealed; as article after article of clothing dropped away like they were nothing more than scraps of cloth. Maybe one night he'll have her do a strip tease for him – he was positive it would be enticing.

"Stop," he said, when she was in nothing but her lacy underwear and bra. "That's good. Now, come here."

Her footsteps were slow, but she stood in front of the seated blonde faster than he thought. It made him inwardly smirk – she was eager to see what he had planned for the session, whether she wanted to admit it or not. That was good, really good.

"Tonight, we're gonna change things up a little," he stated, smiling in reassurance when she shifted slightly on her feet. "Don't worry – it's not anything you haven't done before." With Riker, he mentally added.

Laura appeared to relax at the last, having been worried but not willing to show it openly. Ross smiled again at her, taking her hands into his own.

"Climb onto the bed, Laura. I haven't kissed you since we left LA."

She practically hopped onto the soft mattress, which caused the blonde to chuckle. Oh yes, tonight would definitely be productive, and he couldn't wait to see how far he could push the boundaries she'd set up against him so long ago. He was sure it would be an experience he wasn't soon to forget.

When she was settled, head resting on one of the pillows, he crawled over her body, slowly examining her curves and every crevice. Damn, he wished he hadn't waited so long to taste her again, but tonight was important, so he wouldn't reprimand himself too harshly.

"You're beautiful, you know that," he softly said, breathing the words across her lips. Her petite frame seemingly vibrated with the anticipation of waiting for his mouth to connect with hers, and he wasn't one to make her wait.

The moment their lips touched, sensation seared through his entire body, and he groaned in pleasure, as did the brunette under him. Not willing to wait another second, a hand came up to gently squeeze her jaw open, thus allowing his tongue free reign within her warm cavern. He shuddered. God, she's sweet.

Her mind foggy, Laura wrapped her arms around Ross's neck, pulling him closer as their kiss grew hotter. Desperate. She had no idea what she was doing – what was happening – but she didn't want it to stop. Not yet, anyway. Her body wouldn't stop responding to his touch, her brain didn't want to think about what she doing; how she was betraying Riker in the worst of ways. She just couldn't stop.

Laura whimpered when he broke their kiss but soon hissed in pleasure as his lips moved down to her neck, nipping and lightly sucking at her skin. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him in place, and her body arched upward when he touched a particularly sensitive spot.

"God, you're so responsive," he mumbled into her creamy flesh, smirking when she shuddered. His hands traced down her figure leisurely, stopping when he reached her hips. Gripping them, he huskily ordered, "Wrap your legs around my waist."

Instantly, the limbs did as commanded, opening the brunette in the most intimate of ways, and he pressed his hips against hers snuggly. She hummed in pleasure, her inner thighs rubbing against his jean-clad legs. The rougher texture was oddly erotic to her, and she shifted further down to get a better feel.

The brunette released a startled squeak when she suddenly found herself lifted up, Ross's hands still gripping her hips to keep her balanced as he maneuvered them up the bed on his knees. Her back soon came into contact with the wooden headboard, the blonde's body pinning her there. Before she could question him, his lips connected with hers again, and her mind fogged over once more as his taste invaded her senses.

Ross could feel his cock hardening behind his zipper, and he jerked his hips forward to relieve some of his pent-up tension. He swallowed Laura's mewl of pleasure, her fingers starting to pluck at his shirt to get it off. However, he didn't let her. Tonight's objective was too important to let his raging hormones take over, thus screwing up everything he'd planned for them in the future.

Instead, both wrists were captured in one hand as he broke their kiss to stare down at her. They were panting, breaths mingling, and he couldn't help but think how beautiful she looked right then. Her lips were swollen, cheeks flushed a rose-pink, and her silky hair was slightly mussed.

Her eyes, however, were what almost killed his self-control.

Normally doe-like and chocolate, they were now dark and seductive, practically fogged over with desire and passion waiting to be unleashed. They drowned him within their depths, begging him to take her.

Shit, if this is what Riker sees every time they're together, he thought, it's no wonder he can't keep his hands off her. Ross could barely catch a full breath, his desire for her thrumming through his veins too hotly.

Laura's legs, still wrapped around his waist, tightened, bringing him out of his thoughts. Her expression said she was worried he was cutting their session short – and she didn't like or want that. At all.

He smirked. "Don't worry, we're just getting started," he reassured, placing a kiss at the corner of her mouth. Their bodies were so close, the only thing separating them from becoming one were his pants and her underwear. "But first… We need to switch positions."

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Unaware of what was taking place across the hall, Riker rolled over in bed. He softly groaned when the new position didn't help – he'd been looking for a comfortable spot, but had yet to find it. It was starting to appear hopeless, but he was determined to get some rest.

Oh, who am I kidding? He asked himself, scowling into the pillow. I know why I can't sleep – Laura isn't beside me. It only made sense, after all. The brunette had been sneaking into his bed (and vice versa) since the tour began, especially during their time on the tour bus. He missed her presence, and he missed holding her while they slept.

Flipping over onto his back, the blonde stared at the ceiling for a second, debating what he should do. He could call her… But what if she was asleep? He'd feel guilty about waking her up – they did have a long day, and the next would be even longer. Just because he couldn't sleep didn't mean he should interrupt her dreams.

Maybe if I text her? He wondered, That way if she doesn't answer, I'll know if she's awake or not.

Riker snorted. Who was he kidding? It was Laura he was talking about – she would answer, no matter how tired she was. She especially would since it was him. But, I would do the same for her.

Sighing, he decided to risk it. What would be the harm? At least if she came over they both could get some well-deserved rest.

Grabbing his phone off the nightstand, he swiped his thumb across the screen and composed a new text message. Hey, Laura – Are you awake? Hitting the send button, he waited.

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Head thrown back, Ross groaned in pleasure. Seated on the edge of his bed, pants yanked down far enough to release his aching member, his hands were tangled within Laura's hair as he directed her movements. Said brunette was kneeling between his spread thighs, mouth working and sucking, while her delicate hands pleasured whatever her lips couldn't reach.

He had already climaxed once down her throat, having no control over the new sensations that shot through his body like a bullet. After that, he'd become hard again almost instantly when Laura refused to stop her suckling, eager for more. God, her mouth was made to pleasure a man.

Gritting his teeth, the blonde tried his best to control his breathing to stave off another climax. As if seeing this, she gave a particularly hard suck, tongue twirling, and he groaned out loud once more. Fuck, I'm not going to last long at this rate.

A sudden ringing made them freeze. Panting, Ross glanced at the dresser, where the noise was coming from. Laura's phone was lit up, obviously the source of the ringing, and he smirked. It could only be one person:

Riker.

"Go answer your phone," he ordered huskily, jerking his head toward the device. He untangled his fingers from her silky strands, gently smoothing it back into place. "Go see what he wants."

Laura hesitated for a second before standing shakily. Her doe-like eyes were beginning to clear, her mind processing everything that they'd done. Now, faced with Riker's presence, Ross had no doubt she would start rebelling again, especially since this was a new experience – his older brother had never before intruded into one of their sessions, in any way.

Her thumb swiped across the screen, checking the text message her boyfriend sent. Frankly, she was surprised her hands weren't trembling as her thoughts jumped to the events that were taking place in Ross's room. What she had been doing not two minutes ago. How eager she had been to bring someone not Riker to climax. And with her mouth, too.

A horrible wave of guilt and self-disgust flooded her body, but what really upset her was that she liked it. She liked bringing Ross to climax so quickly the first time. She liked the way his hands guided her in how to please him. She liked hearing his groans, knowing she was the one doing that to him.

She liked knowing she could get away with it.

Mentally shaking her head, the brunette read the text. Her blood froze in her veins, and she didn't know how to respond. Did she lie to Riker? Pretend she was sleeping and not answer? It would be a first for her, but he wouldn't question her if she said it was exhaustion.

Would he?

Ross's voice suddenly cut into her thoughts, and she was almost thankful for that. Almost. "What does it say, Laura?"

"He-He's just asking if I'm still awake," she answered, voice a little hoarse. It wasn't surprising, considering she was panicking about how to reply and the activities she'd been indulging in. She just wished the stutter hadn't been present.

Leaning back, his hands braced his body up behind him. His smirk, which hadn't gone away since the phone rang, curved with wicked intent. "Well, don't lie to him. You're awake, aren't you?"

Horrified by the implications, she breathed out, "Ross…"

The blonde shrugged. "What? Maybe he's just looking for someone to talk to before he goes to sleep? It only makes sense he would contact his girlfriend. Right?" Pointedly, he glanced down at his still stiff cock. "In the meantime, you should finish what you started, don't you think?"

"W-What?"

His chocolate eyes connected with hers, and electricity sizzled down Laura's spine. His next words came slow, as if he were talking to a naïve child.

"I want you to suck me off… While texting Riker."

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Meanwhile, aforementioned blonde frowned softly when he didn't get a reply within the first couple of minutes, although he suspected that would be the end result. Still, he felt a little disappointed. He wanted to see Laura; wanted to hold her while drifting off to sleep. Wanted her to be the first thing he saw when he awoke.

Riker was about to throw his phone on the other side of the bed when it buzzed in his hand. Raising an eyebrow, he glanced at the screen. He grinned. Laura.

Yeah, I'm awake (: I'm surprised you are, though.

Quickly, he typed out his response, then hit the send button. I can't sleep without you next to me anymore. Sleepover? ;)

It felt like a small eternity passed but, in reality, he knew it was probably only a minute before her response appeared.

Uh – of course ;) Meet at your room in fifteen?

He frowned, tapping his thumb against his cell. Fifteen minutes until he got to see his girlfriend? That wouldn't do, not at all.

How about I meet you at your room in ten? Hitting the send button once more, he rolled out of bed to fix his appearance and comb his hair. Sure, he was only going next door – hardly any time for someone to spot and recognize him – but that didn't mean he wanted to look like a slob for Laura.

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When the text appeared on the screen, Ross smirked. He wouldn't normally put Laura in this type of situation, but he felt a thrill at the thought of getting caught – and especially by Riker, of all people. After over a year of sneaking around, this new experience was almost mind-blowing with its excitement and deception. He supposed this was why some celebrities liked hiding their romantic relationships for as long as possible – the thrill of getting away with something that massive was dizzying in its intensity.

Speaking of mind-blowing and excitement… Glancing down at the brunette between his thighs, he ran one hand through her hair as she worked to get him off as quickly as possible. He liked how frantic she seemed to be – obviously back to her proper mind-frame – and some part of him was eager to see what reaction she would give when he told her about the text.

"Looks like Riker is meeting you at your room, Laura," he announced, a smug tone underlining his words.

When she jerked her head away from his cock in surprise, the hand in her hair kept her in place easily, gently. Her jaw also locked into place, knowing better than to bite down, as her doe-like orbs shot up to his face, horrified.

Ross's smirk grew. His eyes gleamed with an almost tender expression (which, in a way, frightened her) as he delivered his next edict:

"You have less than ten minutes to make me cum – I would suggest picking up the pace."

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Riker checked his appearance in the full-length mirror one last time before grabbing what he needed for his sleepover in Laura's room. Double-checking to see he had his room key in his pocket, he exited, closing the door silently behind him.

Although none of his siblings or Ratliff should still be awake, he didn't want to take the chance of running into them in the hallway. He figured it would be a little awkward having to explain where he was going and why (because the question would come up, knowing the band like he did).

Don't get him wrong – he and Laura have been together for years now, and everyone would've figured out that they slept together, platonically and… not so platonically, at least once or twice (they are/were teens, and they had raging hormones, so sue them). Thankfully, not how many times they've made love, but that's not the point.

He didn't want to broadcast their sexual relationship, especially if there was no need to. Riker and Laura liked having their private lives just like that – private. What they did behind closed doors was their business, and no one should be allowed to tell them otherwise (or whatever).

Besides, it wasn't like they were irresponsible, which included the first time they had sex on Laura's sixteenth birthday. She was on birth control by then, and Riker had bought condoms earlier in case they managed to get that far.

Okay, so maybe he should have insisted on somewhere that wasn't the bathroom for their first time, but they'd been burning too hot for each other and things got a bit… out of hand, so to speak. It wasn't like anyone had found them, so Riker felt he didn't need to worry, and planned on making their 'meetings' more inconspicuous.

(Unknown to the blonde, of course, someone had been eavesdropping on the couple… To be exact, it had been one Ross Shor Lynch)

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he focused on what was important at that precise moment – his beloved girlfriend, Laura, and their little sleepover. He couldn't wait to hold her in his arms again, even though it had only been a little over an hour since he'd seen her. It didn't matter – it felt like an eternity to him.

Riker smiled at the thought of the petite brunette. His heart always swelled with affection for her, its beats thumping through his chest cavity like a drum.

Raising his hand, he knocked lightly then waited for her to answer.

However, when he couldn't hear any movement from inside, he frowned in confusion.

Where was she?

Until*Next*Time

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