[Mm, that feels nice. He can't really move his head too much in a way that'll help, but he does his best. More of that. Her muttering against his skin, acting possessive, he can't deny he likes it.
He slides his hand up under her shirt at her back, meanwhile, and continues tracing the tips of his nails lightly against her skin. She's probably still plenty bruised and sore in spots, but up along her spine seems safe enough, and down at the small of her back. Thankfully, she didn't get badly hurt there.]
It's way better with all of us. Lot more sound. We get the whole floor movin'. There's this little bar out on Sunset, the Midnight Shack. They were bookin' us a couple times a month for a while, maybe we can get another show there once we get everything figured out. Fuckin' Rigo, man.
[Honestly, it probably isn't aliens, the asshole probably just got too high and forgot where he was and walked right out of the hotel room when nobody was looking and got arrested or something stupid. Who knows. He can only guess.]
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He slides his hand up under her shirt at her back, meanwhile, and continues tracing the tips of his nails lightly against her skin. She's probably still plenty bruised and sore in spots, but up along her spine seems safe enough, and down at the small of her back. Thankfully, she didn't get badly hurt there.]
It's way better with all of us. Lot more sound. We get the whole floor movin'. There's this little bar out on Sunset, the Midnight Shack. They were bookin' us a couple times a month for a while, maybe we can get another show there once we get everything figured out. Fuckin' Rigo, man.
[Honestly, it probably isn't aliens, the asshole probably just got too high and forgot where he was and walked right out of the hotel room when nobody was looking and got arrested or something stupid. Who knows. He can only guess.]