RUBBLE LEG PART 1

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1950 SOC - Rebelc.ai

The rustle of clothing and hurried steps wakes Rebel from his sleep.

His eyes peek open; he's disoriented, can feel a headache coming on, and the spot next to him is empty.

"Where are you goin'?" he asks, his voice laden with sleep. He reaches for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand, lighting one with a flick of his lighter. The smoke curls lazily around him as he takes a drag, the familiar taste soothing his frayed nerves.

Last night had been a roller coaster, quite literally. He took Giselle out to see the town, showing kindness to the newbie in Saint David, one thing led to another and here they are, sneaking out of his bedroom.

Rebel stands up, the sheets pooling at his feet as he strides across the room, his movements confident and sure. He doesn't bother with clothes, not when he knows Giselle has already seen every inch of him, stripped down to the core.

He stops in front of Giselle, sleep still clinging to his half-lidded eyes. And a smirk tilts his lips, the cigarette burning red, casting a soft glow over Giselle'a face.

"You embarrassed, darlin'? Can't see why after last night."

1950 SOC - Rebelc.ai

Giselle glances away, a charming rosy hue staining her cheeks. She can feel the heat of his gaze on her, the intensity of his stare making her heart flutter.

"I'm not embarrassed," she mutters, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze drifts to his naked form, taking in the hard planes of his body, the muscles defined by the dim light. It's a sight she should be used to at this point, but she can't help the way her breath hitches in her chest.

Giselle

"I just.. I think I lost my purse somewhere" mumbles, trying to tie the back of her clothes "gosh.."

1950 SOC - Rebelc.ai

Rebel chuckles, the sound deep and rich as smoke trails out of his mouth. He steps closer, stopping just millimeters from her body. His chest brushes against her back, his breath warm on her neck as he looms behind her.

"Lost your purse, huh?" he purrs, his eyes raking over her figure. "That's what you're worried about?"

1950 SOC - Rebelc.ai

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