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⋙ carl 9 ⋘

You put the gun out at arms lengths, squeeze your eyes shut and yelp as you press down lightly on the trigger.

"Pathetic," Carl smirks as he walks past. You shove the silver pistol into your holster angrily and glare that him.

"If you're so good at shooting, then show me how!" You exclaim. You'd been at the prison for a week and you still had no idea how to use the weapon properly. Carl just shakes his head and walks up behind you. He bends your arms at the elbows and tucks your hair behind your ear, causing you to shiver.

"Don't lock your elbows." He whispers into your ear, his lips lightly brushing the skin on your neck. He starts to place butterfly kisses all down your neck and you drop the gun. He spins you around and kisses you fiercely on the lips. You lock your hands around his neck and he places his around your waist. When he pulls away, you smirk.

"So much for teaching me to shoot."