Picking You Clean {Jewel/Rico}

[mesmu]

I chuckle lightly before pulling Rico back in for another kiss, a rather hungry one.

[Lizzy the Fluff Master]

I moan into Julian's kiss. While I tried to control it, he held all the power.

[mesmu]

That I did, but I know when to stop. So after kissing the kid enough to blow his mind, I pull away. "Still want me gone?"

[Lizzy the Fluff Master]

"N-no." I felt another blush rising in my cheeks as Julian's eyes roved over my naked body.

[mesmu]

"Good," I smirk softly before relaxing on his bed again, "Oh please. Don't let me disturb you, get dressed, but hopefully in sometime that's loose enough to conceal what'll need be by the end of tonight."

(He's going to be cruel... I hope so.)

[Lizzy the Fluff Master]

"W-what's that supposed to mean? I'm not sleeping with you on the first night..."

(Yay! And Rico's going to be a rebellious little bearer...)

[mesmu]

"Oh... I wouldn't be directing you to wear loose clothes then," I smirk. "I'd tell you to come over in nothing, but ribbon then."

(That's actually a pretty picture)

[Lizzy the Fluff Master]

I sigh and put my face in my hands. "I''m mated to a pervert..." But, I put on a concert tee and, just to annoy him, a pair of tight black jeans. "Ready?"

(I know, right?)

[mesmu]

Frowning I shake my head and jump to my feet. "lets go."

[Lizzy the Fluff Master]

I follow Julian out of my apartment, to his car. It was a nice car, something DEFINITELY not available on a librarian's salary.

"How did you afford this as on a librarian's pay?"

[mesmu]

"That's only my part time job," I smirk wickedly. "Now hurry up and get in."

[Lizzy the Fluff Master]

I slide in and buckle my seat belt. "What's your real job then?"

[mesmu]

"Hopefully you'll never find out," And with that I drive off into the night after buckling in myself.

[Lizzy the Fluff Master]

"But... I wanna know!" I protested, demanding an answer.

[mesmu]

"Its better you don't," I say just as my phone starts ringing loudly. Sighing I pull it out and flip it open. "I'm busy... What?!" My grip on the steering wheel is steely, one of my boys has been captured. Peachy.