Chance Sheffield
Chance slept soundly, his breathing steady and even. He felt Roxanne’s weight on his chest as it rose and fell rhythmically. His arm was draped over her waist loosely, keeping her body close to his. She was so warm, soft and small compared to him: dainty almost. He felt her occasionally shift around on top of him, stirring him from his sleep.
Chance felt something gently brush against his arm. He inhaled deeply through his nose, his eyes fluttering open. He turned his head slightly, only to find his face very close to hers. "Morning, hottie."
“Good morning, sexy.” His sentence ended with a soft purr as he flashed a smirk. The feeling of her plump, tender lips pressed against his seemed to ignite something within him, his hand slowly sliding down her back to rest on her hip. When she pulled away, laughing, he found himself grinning again. “You tease…” He thought about grabbing her and dragging her back onto the bed by her waist, but his planning was cut short as he heard her voice.
"Damn!"
“What?” Chance stared at her with a quizzical look, wondering why her tone had shifted so suddenly.
"That is one hell of a lovebite. "
Chance narrowed his eyes at her for a moment, trying to decipher the true meaning of what she just said. As she clambered back on top of his chest, he couldn’t help but smile at the cute look she gave him, acting as if she was mad. Her facial expression changed quickly, confusing Chance. “What?” He repeated.
"...oh, shit. We are both going to be killed. "
“What do you mean..-” He stopped short, his eyes widening. For a short moment, the only thing he could think was Oh fuck.
“Shit..” Was all he could mutter. Chance reached forward, his fingers gently turning her head so she was looking to the side, exposing the large bite. He leaned forward a bit, staring at the wound intently before sighing. “We’re so fucking dead.” He murmured.
Chance felt something gently brush against his arm. He inhaled deeply through his nose, his eyes fluttering open. He turned his head slightly, only to find his face very close to hers. "Morning, hottie."
“Good morning, sexy.” His sentence ended with a soft purr as he flashed a smirk. The feeling of her plump, tender lips pressed against his seemed to ignite something within him, his hand slowly sliding down her back to rest on her hip. When she pulled away, laughing, he found himself grinning again. “You tease…” He thought about grabbing her and dragging her back onto the bed by her waist, but his planning was cut short as he heard her voice.
"Damn!"
“What?” Chance stared at her with a quizzical look, wondering why her tone had shifted so suddenly.
"That is one hell of a lovebite. "
Chance narrowed his eyes at her for a moment, trying to decipher the true meaning of what she just said. As she clambered back on top of his chest, he couldn’t help but smile at the cute look she gave him, acting as if she was mad. Her facial expression changed quickly, confusing Chance. “What?” He repeated.
"...oh, shit. We are both going to be killed. "
“What do you mean..-” He stopped short, his eyes widening. For a short moment, the only thing he could think was Oh fuck.
“Shit..” Was all he could mutter. Chance reached forward, his fingers gently turning her head so she was looking to the side, exposing the large bite. He leaned forward a bit, staring at the wound intently before sighing. “We’re so fucking dead.” He murmured.