And why aren't they doing it up at the Compound where Rachel can sell tickets. Cause seriously? That's kind of hot. Also, Brooke's going to get her ass kicked. Rachel rolls her eyes as she tightens her bikini top, boobs looking hot and ready for action.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" she asks, hands perched on her tan little hips.
"We're baking fucking cupcakes!" Brooke snaps, not in the mood for the sight of Rachel's perfect body when Brooke has sand in her underwear. She grips Ygritte's shoulders and tries to hold her down. "What the hell does it look like!"
"Brooke needed some help with her moods," Ygritte announces. "I'd be happy t'do the same for you next time you need it." If she's bothered by the appearance of Brooke having the upper hand, she doesn't show it.
At least not until she flips Brooke over and sits on her legs.
"I'm going to pass," Rachel says in a flat voice. She raises an eyebrow as Brooke quickly gets her ass handed to her. "So, does this mean next time that you're pissed off, I can beat you up?" she trills at a red-faced Brooke. She could probably arrange to actually sell tickets beforehand. She's pretty good at pissing Brooke off.
Brooke makes a high, hard sound that might have been a laugh had she not had sand in the back of her throat. "You could try," she says, twisting in Ygritte's grasp, "but I've graduated from hair pulling."
And why aren't they doing it up at the Compound where Rachel can sell tickets. Cause seriously? That's kind of hot. Also, Brooke's going to get her ass kicked. Rachel rolls her eyes as she tightens her bikini top, boobs looking hot and ready for action.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" she asks, hands perched on her tan little hips.
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At least not until she flips Brooke over and sits on her legs.
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