"Drop the accent, it makes you sound like a douchebag." she complained.
"Now you know what it feels like for me to live in this country." he answered with his british accent back in play.
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A knock on the door interrupted her reading session. She put down the book, facing down, not bothering to save the page, she thought it would take her a second. She looked down at her attire, she was wearing a dark blue tank top and shorts... A lot of skin was showing... Not to mention a lot of cleavage and she was most likely nipping (cause who wears a bra to sleep right?) she checked the clock and noticed it was 11, who ever it was would have to wait until tomorrow. She opened the door and hid her body behind the door.
"Hey," greeted Skye in a low voice, "I just wanted to let you know that Bakshi is in custody of the U.S government now." she announced, "Sorry!"
"It's okay. Thanks." said Bobbi smiling down at her.
"Goodnight." waved Skye as she left. Bobbi closed the door and sat back on her bed, grabbing her book and getting comfortable to read.
As soon as she was comfortably spread on the bed, another knock interrupted her read. She rolled her eyes, what could it be this time? She put the book down again and headed towards the door, opening it carefully.
"Good ey." said Hunter.
"Hunter." she said turning away. He stepped in and walked inside, his eyes following her figure as he took in her attire. She sat on her bed and begun reading. His eyes admired the view of her long legs, her golden hair tugged to aside above one shoulder, her blue eyes concentrated. Not to mention the cleavage and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. He didn't notice his jaw had dropped until she pointed it out:
"What do you want, it's late." she hissed.
"It's only 11. That's when most teens get back home." he argued.
"This is the states, we're not crazy on this side of the world." she retorted. Hunter rolled his eyes at the comment.
"Alright ma'am," he said with his american accent, "my apologies. I'll be more american from now on." Bobbi's eyes shot up at him, startling Hunter for a second.
"Can you not." she said holding back a smile.
"Can I not what, ma'am." he answered.
"That. Stop it." she smiled.
"I'm being more american for you... what is it that we say here... Ah. I'm being more american for you baby." he grinned. 'Baby', really? He never used that, he always used 'love', 'sweetheart'... not 'baby'.
"Drop the accent." she complained.
"No, seriously if you want me to get more used to the american culture I'll have to drop the british accent, ain't that right?" he reasoned. Bobbi closed her book, memorising the page.
"Hunter. You're pissing me off." she threatened with a fake smile.
"You're the one who told me to be more american-like, babe. Pick a side." Bobbi stood up and crossed her arms. "You always complain about my british customs, so here you go, an american dude."
"Hunter, stop it." she threatened.
"Why?"
"Cause it's weird." she couldn't hold in the laugh anymore, "I can't- It's just weird." she laughed. He smiled, "I'm used to your sexy british accent, not the american." shit, she slipped, maybe he didn't notice.
"My what?" he held onto his american accent.
"Your british accent." she stated. He took a step towards her and locked his eyes on her as a grin grew on his face.
"My sexy british accent?" he said pulling her body against his. Bobbi's arms wrapped around his neck, she locked her blue eyes on his, but didn't say a word. His hands rubbed the small of her back as he leaned closer to her. She could feel his warm breath on her skin, his hands sneaking under her tank top to touch more of her back. If he said anything she would lose it, "Do you like me better when I talk like this?" he said with a low husky voice, his accent thick. Bobbi nipped at his ear hungrily, not being able to control herself anymore.
"Yes." she whispered pulling away. "And, do you like me better when I'm like this..." she said taking her shirt off. Hunter's jaw dropped, he was speechless and getting aroused. "That's what I thought." she flirted as she wrapped herself around him and kissed his lips. God he was a good kisser, his taste was addicting, his touch intoxicating, and his voice was just... sexy. "Is this what I have to do to get you to be yourself." she teased as she jerked her hips at him.
"You know me, love." he answered while she helped him take his shirt off.
"We're even, british boy." she smiled in between kisses. Bobbi wrapped her legs around his bare torso and played with his short hair while their tongues teased each other. He held her by the under thighs and interrupted the kiss.
"Wall, or bed?" he asked.
"First wall, and then bed." she ordered.
"Happy to oblige." he said, but this time without the american accent.
