Kink Me! #6
Kink Me! #6
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“Morning. You look like a cross between a naughty schoolgirl and a hooker. I suppose that’s what you were going for, then?”
“GAH!” and Anna flails spectacularly because the absolute last thing she ever wants to see, especially first thing in the morning and in her bloody kitchen is Morgan minus a shirt, looking rather well shagged. She thought she left that kind of revolting sight behind when she moved out.
“I’d offer you some toast, only you’re out.”
“You” Anna smoothes a hand over her hair and tries to look like she wasn’t about to fall over or punch the air or cry like she sometimes (always) does when startled. “You ate it, you mean?”
“Like I said, you’re out.”
“MADELYN!” she yells down the hall. “Your boyfriend is half naked and has eaten the last of my toast. He dies, Madelyn!”
“ANNIE!” comes the answer, muffled by a door “Your step-brother is at least wearing trousers and calm the fuck down, if you really wanted to kill him you’d’ve done it when you were kids.”
“I should have.” Anna says peevishly, rooting round for the orange juice. “I should’ve drowned you or smothered you with your pillow or sold you to the circus. Anything to have prevented a future of you half naked in my kitchen after having buggered my flat mate yet again. Honestly, Morgan, this is the fifth time this month.”
And Morgan levels her with one of his Looks. They make Anna nervous, always have done. Entirely too serious for any given situation, Morgan’s blue-green eyes have a way of looking right through Anna and tricking her into telling father lies for him or staying up late when they were 9 and 10 to read books by torchlight or admitting that he and Madelyn are actually a rather adorable couple for all their ineptitude or…
“You still look like a hooker, though. Who are your tits trying to impress this time?”
“NEXT TIME SHAG AT HIS PLACE MADELYN. I SWEAR.”
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By the time Madelyn and Anna get to class, Gabe is already there and he’s wearing yellow and he looks lovely and Anna’s heart starts flailing around and she can swear she actually hear music because his jaw line is gorgeous and highly distracting and oh, hell no.
Oh. Hell. No.
There is some stupid cow sitting on Gabe’s left (at least Stupid Cow was wise enough to not take Anna’s seat) and grinning like a fool and twirling her stupid brown hair around one stupid finger and did she just touch his arm? She just touched his arm. Hell no.
“Oh shit.” Madelyn sighs. “Can I trust you?”
Anna quite busy gaping at this interloper’s attempts to steal the brown-eyed man of her dreams but she also has some class, thank you very much, and shoots Madelyn the kind of look that her father uses to terrify lesser officials and Madelyn (wise girl) twitches a little and says nothing more.
“Good morning Gabe.” Anna says, sliding into her rightful seat and angling her chest toward him (Shameless? Never. Strategic? Always.).
Gabe smiles beautifully at her (of course he does) and says “Hi, Anna. Good weekend?” And before she can even say anything Gabe gestures to Stupid Cow and says “Have you met Lana?”
“Er, no. Not yet anyway.” Says Anna as she fixes Lana (what a stupid name, whose name is Lana? Honestly. ) with the glare she perfected from years of besting less worthy opponents. It clearly says Bitch, step down, you cannot win here and she is almost visibly amazed to be met with a raised eyebrow and quirk of the lips that can only mean Oh? It’s on.
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