Thread: i'm a b o m b, can you hear me tick? [stefy x star]

Memories were never one of the most difficult thing to hold onto, unless you had a severe case of amnesia, to which she would hand it to you that your life was just a horrible, horrible thing. Though the memories that flooded back into her head each time he found himself near her or each time she caught a good breeze of his scent, Corinne could only find herself shifting through the files of memories they held between one another and smiling, smiling softly against his back. Unfortunately, her friends could not understand at all how a woman such as herself could have so many memories to find herself spacing out in an unnecessary conversation to daydream within the confines of her mind about this man. This brilliant man. This copper man. This- Oi, he was a lot of things, no? He was what he was, and with that being said, he was hers. He was her Copper . Though, she hadn't exactly known that he was a detective, especially not during that escapade outside the bank in which she had been thrust into the door far past the few minutes earlier that it had been closed, the female could encounter numerous times of seeing him at other tellers, cashing his checks and leaving with a fake smile on his face. With that being said, she had expected the same from a man she presumed as either lonely or gay, but with the eye contact that had been made and the graceful way things seemed to happen as far as cashing his checks went, it didn't seem wrong at all to ask for that ten minute break and meet him in the alleyway. She knew what was coming, though it had still taken her by surprise when he grabbed her and pushed her against that door, which in truth each time she thought about it, made her excited. Not to mention, this was not the only thing that she had caught herself reminiscing over. On one of numerous occasions that he had fed her with chopsticks had she crawled over the table and settled herself into his lap, disregarding the Chinese food they had ordered and straddling his lap, the smile on her lips remained as she remembered both of them waking up smelling like Chinese take - out. She knew he was thinking, even if the question was simple and hadn't had entirely too many words, fingers sliding gracefully down the material on the front of his body and sliding themselves among the once tucked area's of his shirt, nails sliding across the elastic of his boxers. Corinne was wonderful at things like this, as most found it because she was from one of the sexiest places in the world. Donnez-moi ce que je veux Jack Jack. She tended to do that, only sometimes when she found him to be irresistible even to herself, often when she found herself in his warm embrace while they slept, she would wake up and whisper things in French in his chest. She heard the gulp as her hands found themselves unbuttoning the buttons expertly, behind his back to let the living room say hello to the man's firm chest, her hands engulfed in his once he grabbed them. She adored how he cared about whether or not he was being selfish, giving her all the more reason to enjoy this copper's company, because she hadn't quite been told that he was working for the law until shortly after their first sexual encounter. She would not let him go after that, there was an utter refusal to it. And true, that was putting both of them in danger, but she cared for this man deeply. Oh yes, Corinne actually did care. After her short twirl around him, her back met with the chest she had once let her hands roam over, her eyes were closed but a smile was on her lips, bangs dusting over her eyelids. He was just wonderful. It seemed as though there were music playing in the background of this scene, though if you were an onlooker, there wouldn't be any sound, no sound but the two of them, there was no music to you , but there was plenty of music here . Her hands slipping themselves against the back of his neck, she kept her smile when his hands found themselves against the material of his own shirt, her fingers lacing themselves within his hair as she leaned forward carefully. Leaning forward caused his eyes to easily catch the curve of her frame from behind her as she moved her ass against his crotch, this causing the shirt to raise just slightly to allow a peek of skin and lace before moving herself again back against him What a little tease. Translation Give me what I want Jack Jack - Donnez-moi ce que je veux Jack Jack. listu