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"Get in" He demands, looking through his windshield at the woman. She leans down, smirking.

"Not even a please?" She teases. He rolls his eyes, pushing open the door. She climbs in, whistling in appreciation. Her manicured fingers traced the interior.

"Chevy Impala, nice choice" She comments. He turns the car on, listening to the purr of the engine. He stomps on my the accelerator, just to see her reaction. She barely flinched, still admiring the car. It was a gift from his older brother, his last gift.

"So, why did you abduct me from my travels?" She asks, pushing her hair out of her face.

"Because you're going to tell me more about you" He says. She scoffs loudly.

"Good luck with that" She laughs. He raises an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging up.

"I'm very persuasive" He replies. The car comes to a stop, the surrounding area dense with forest. The foliage covered the sky, making it darker and eerie.

"Ooh a scary forest. Maybe we can fuck in the car and get killed by a psychotic murderer" She mentions, sarcasm dripping from her words. He scoffs, opening his car door and opening the one behind him. 3 bottles of pure vodka, 2 of lime mix and 1 whiskey, the ingredients for a fun time. Her hands graze over his shoulders, she felt the muscle underneath his black tee. He smirked, suddenly spinning them around. Her back hit the car door with force, her hair billowing out around her. The dry leaves under him crunched as he closed the gap between them. The sweet taste of her lipstick and that hint of coffee greeted him. This kiss was unlike the last, this one held a sort of desire. Not one driven by alcohol like the previous incident. Her long fingers laced themselves in his belt loops, lowering them slightly. He left butterfly kisses down her slender neck, smirking in satisfaction when a small gasp escaped her lips. He stepped back, grabbing a bottle and heading to the front of the car. He leaned against the bonnet, taking a large swig. She walked her way over, her eyes clouded with lust.

"It's rude to leave people like that" She whispers in his ear. He chuckles, taking another swig. In a swift movement, her legs wrapped around his waist, her lips against his. He leaned further on the bonnet, his hands holding her thighs. He basically ripped off her tattered leather jacket, throwing it into a pile of leaves beside the car. Next came his shirt, then hers. She leaned away slightly, a smirk playing on her painted lips.

"Is that a murderer I hear?" She smirks.