Side by side, Fallon and Seth made their way up Rosa's creaky porch, taking in the bordered-up windows and the building's general neglect. It was strange. Rosa had always struck him as the obsessively organised sort. Her home hadn't looked like this in the past.
"Have you ever been in here?" Fallon asked when they stopped before the front door.
"No. I haven't." He side-eyed her, swallowing thickly. "Fallon... you know you don't have to worry about people from my past, right?"
If humour was his emotional failsafe, then emotional despondency was hers.
"Why would I be worried about people? I'm strong enough to defend myself from just about anyone."
"I mean relationship wise." Nah, that was wrong. She knew his lack of a relationship history. "Sex wise. Romance wise."
"Why would you think I'm worried about that?"
Because you're fucking jittery.
The endless questions. The raise in her pitch. The everything.
Romance seriously wasn't her thing.
"I'm just saying," He offered. "I don't think about anyone I've been with in the past. And to be perfectly honest, when you sucked my cock the other day, every memory of sex spontaneously deleted itself."
For a second, she almost smiled. "I'm sure it did."
"It's true. I didn't realise how much better sex can be when there're emotions attached to it."
"Uh huh."
"You've got a good throat for cock sucking Fal."
"Thanks Seth." Her brows shot into her hairline. "I appreciate it."
"No, I think I'm the one who appreciates it."
"Does it fit?" She asked.
"I don't know. It's big, but I'm sure we can—"
"The key, idiot. Does it fit the lock?"
He slotted it into place, giving it a turn until the locking mechanism clicked. "Apparently so."
He gave the door a push, letting it swing open on its hinges.
"To be honest, I don't know if this place is still hers. Sure, she's got the key, but Rosa normally stayed in one of the rooms above the bar. Maybe it helped with the whole nosy gossip thing."
Fallon snorted. "You don't have to be cruel to sell your point."
"I'm not being cruel," He muttered. "When I say she was a nosy gossip, I mean a real nosy gossip."
"What will you tell people about me when they ask?" She asked it so casually, but that tinge was back to her voice again.
It was annoying. His old lays had a habit of expecting more. Meanwhile, Fallon didn't expect enough.
"I'll tell them you're a stick in the mud," He answered honestly. "And that stick eternally lodged up your ass is my dick. And that for someone so self-assured, you're really fucking dim."
"Excuse me?"
"No idea of your own value at all." To the point of it being laughable.
Fallon knew her worth. She just didn't realise she was worth something to him. Beyond being his ticket to getting rid of these binds, she didn't see any reason why he'd want her specifically.
"Being a suck up won't get those binds off you any faster."
"I'll tell them you're a downright moral moron."
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Moral Compass
Storie d'amore"I don't believe that untouchable act you've got going for a minute by the way. You can't be this calm and collected about everything." Seth the tracker had a wee bit of a reputation. One he was proud of, thank you very much. So what if he was a lou...
