Fight Code

FC 13

“Hey” Glaring at one another.
    “Give us this” Grinning like perfect children.
    “Fine” Huffing, they did do a good job. Walking into subway, I let them order whatever they want, getting myself a sub as well. Taking the grinders, I shake the bags. Chasing after me while I run down the street.
    “Are you really making us chase are lunch?” Van whines.
    “haha Come on I thought we could eat at the park.” Tossing them their lunches. Grabbing half they eat it on the way.


~Twins~

Again they were in her little apartment, decked out in simple style colors and pieces. She wasn’t the typical woman, with lace and frilly items all over the place. Though she did have some bright colors, but they seemed fitting with her tattoo styles.

    “Make yourselves comfortable, I need to change.” Thoughts of her naked body only a few feet away, are chopping down the angry they once had. Watching as she glides down the hallway, into the last room. Turning to each other fox like smiles play a large roll, they’ll have themselves some Riae tonight. Silent like predators, thy push her door open. The tanned skin the blesses their dark souls, stops of any thoughts of moving. Without even knowing she’s got an audience, the clothes drop sexually to the floor. Starting with that blouse, showing just where all that lace and frilly stuff goes.

    No wonder they couldn’t find any around her place, she’s got it tucked close to her body. Its just not a simple solid color, cause that wouldn’t suit the vixen, no she’s got a neon blue with a bright yellow trim. A small zipped is slowly heading down south, when her thumbs slip between it and her self. The shifting of her hips as she orders the black fabric to come off. Those long curls, and legs that just keep on going. Matching thong strapped tightly to the hips, disappearing between two full cheeks.

    Van elbows Owen, and sends him a wild grin, before firing out a wolf whistle. Turning around immediately, its to much for them watching as she tries to cover perfection.
    “What the hell. Get out” Pointing at the door, but not really backing it up with her words. As if they just won the lottery, stepping forward to claim their winnings.

    “Aw you didn’t really think you telling us you needed to change, didn’t sound like an invite do you?” Caging her once again, they like containing her. It brings out the darker side of themselves, and she seems to make it stronger then anything else. Trying her best to say she was just being polite, the twins aren’t buying it. If she really didn’t want them to see her, she would of surly locked her door. Not that it would of stopped them.

    They try hard to contain their explosive behavior, not wanting to frighten her. Its been a rough enough night, and honestly they just want to make her feel beautiful. Pushing the idea that even her family will stoop so long as to call her a floozy, the woman who has resisted the Cunning brothers. No one has passed their offers down, and they do mean no one. Being that the twins have more then one thing going for them, being rich and built like gods seems to be enough. Add in the fact that their twins and bad boys, woman’s panties are tossed their way on a daily basis.    

    But the Butler daughter isn’t playing along, she prefers her own rules to the twins. Growing tired of waiting, they set their sights on making her theirs…tonight. Hot saliva filled kisses, blow all over her top half. As their hands works her lower half, getting cocky as she moans to them. Loving those sounds asking for another, its as though they shot their own foot. Stepping away from them, pulling on her clothes before smiling walking out of the room. Fixing themselves as she affectively teased them yet again, before walking away. Van glares at his brother, as if he did something wrong, only to get the same look from Owen.

    Damn this woman she’s pinning them against themselves. Sauntering out into the kitchen, where she is still grinning. The Cunning brothers, never force they were raised better then that. And they know their mother would kill them, If a sexual lawsuit was pressed against the two. But no ones ever refused them, this being the second time, she’s just simply walked away. Like spoiled children who haven’t gotten what they’ve craved for, the resort to grumbling on her table.