to knives, to daggers, to clawsbloodofpykeMarch 19 2012, 22:57:16 UTC
She was drunk, or close enough, and Gendry was giggling at some lame home video show hosted by that hug-crazed weirdo from Full House. She snapped her fingers in front of Gendry’s face, bringing him out of whatever haze he’d fallen into. “Hello? We were supposed to be playing a game and it’s your turn to drink, idiot.”
And then Gendry was turning his grin on her, and she wanted to tear her hair out, wanted to tear his hair out. “Stupid fucker,” she mumbled as she kissed him, tangling her hands in his hair, anything to wipe that stupid grin off his face. It took him a minute to respond--he was always a bit slow on the uptake--but then he was grabbing her shoulders and kissing her back, and fuck what was he doing with his tongue
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And then Gendry was turning his grin on her, and she wanted to tear her hair out, wanted to tear his hair out. “Stupid fucker,” she mumbled as she kissed him, tangling her hands in his hair, anything to wipe that stupid grin off his face. It took him a minute to respond--he was always a bit slow on the uptake--but then he was grabbing her shoulders and kissing her back, and fuck what was he doing with his tongue ( ... )
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