[OOM] Entertainment

[not_british]

[note: from here]

Chase unlocks the door to a spare room above the bar. He can't believe he's doing this -- not really. After all, he's with a girl from some bar at the end of the universe.

Anything with Cameron -- no matter how twisted it may be -- suddenly seems normal, but he isn't complaining. Why should he? Sugar is attractive. Very

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[whiteabsolution]

Glancing around the room, she notes all the little things that are his and a small smile comes to her face. She's never really been in a man's room before but she welcomes all the changes of the modern world rather quickly.

Sugar looks at him. Waiting patiently.

[not_british]

True, the room does look a lot like his room would in his apartment back where he's from. He's only used this room once or twice when he just didn't feel much like going home.

Chase turns to her, then, an easy smile on his face. "So," he says, approaching her. "Where were we?"

[whiteabsolution]

She ran the tips of her fingers over the arm of a chair, just taking in everything around her; she turns her head when he approaches her, a smile immediately warming her features. "Kissing, I think it was." She said softly, placing her hand on his chest.

[not_british]

"Right," he agrees, once more placing his hands on either side of her waist.

He leans forward and begins to kiss her lightly -- forehead, cheeks, then lips.

[whiteabsolution]

A small nod. "Mum was ruthless with me." She says quietly, she hated her Mum more than she could say, she had loved her once but it was all replaced with hatred and bitterness for the old hag.

Sugar, in an attempt to feel a bit better, leaned up to press kisses to his neck, his jawline and his mouth. Although she didn't mind talking about the subject, she wanted to feel that tenderness.

[not_british]

Well, Chase isn't going to protest against any of that. In fact, he's pretty content not to talk at all if need be.

He runs his hands through her blonde hair, kissing her in return.

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar pushes herself against him, once again resuming the tenderness between the both of them. A deep sigh comes from her when he runs his hands through her hair, attention like this was never paid to her, so she was lapping it up like a hungry kitten.

[not_british]

While he kisses her, hands continuing to move in her hair, he guides her further into the room, taking slow steps backwards.

He isn't particularly clear on the direction.