Simply~
Super-Earth
- Joined
- May 26, 2012
Avery frowned, "No, not really. But I'm getting rather tired of the position." she laughed lightly and followed him, snatching his cigarette from his lips and grinning. The girl took a drag and gave it back, an ember flying in front of him. She let the smoke drain from her nostrils, eyeing his shiny car. She rolled her eyes, turning around and crossing her arms under her bust. Avery shrugged, trying to think of a place they could escape too.
"If I find out some other time, I'm suggestion you want me to." she smiled, winking and walking over to his mustang without a glance back. She stood by the hood, leaning on it dramatically and smirking at him, looking like she stepped out of a calendar. All she needed was less clothing. Avery again crossed her arms, tempted to take his cigarette again. It was growing on her.
Avery walked to the door as she heard the beep, sliding in and propping her feet on the dash. She was curious to see his reaction to it. The girl grinned, unbuckled, shirt tugged down, feet up and smile devious. Avery narrowed her eyes at him through the wind shield as he neared, and listened for Mr. Brighton's screams. Luckily they didn't come. She closed her eyes, hands folding neatly behind her head as she leaned back, the hem of her flannel pulling up as she had gripped the sleeves in her fingers.
"If I find out some other time, I'm suggestion you want me to." she smiled, winking and walking over to his mustang without a glance back. She stood by the hood, leaning on it dramatically and smirking at him, looking like she stepped out of a calendar. All she needed was less clothing. Avery again crossed her arms, tempted to take his cigarette again. It was growing on her.
Avery walked to the door as she heard the beep, sliding in and propping her feet on the dash. She was curious to see his reaction to it. The girl grinned, unbuckled, shirt tugged down, feet up and smile devious. Avery narrowed her eyes at him through the wind shield as he neared, and listened for Mr. Brighton's screams. Luckily they didn't come. She closed her eyes, hands folding neatly behind her head as she leaned back, the hem of her flannel pulling up as she had gripped the sleeves in her fingers.