"But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem."
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"Princess my ass, I'm the motherfucking queen."
{on hold until season four}
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"Blake, this is a code red. I repeat a code red. Blake, do you copy?"
The girl groaned, rolling over and leaning half-way off the bed to grab her backpack where her radio was. Blake grabbed it, flopping back on the matress making Steve grunt as she said, "Shut up."
"But Blake-" The said teenager cut Lucas off, slamming her antenna down and throwing the radio on the floor. Steve rolled over on his side, throwing his arm over Blake and resting his head in her neck, saying, "What did they want?"
Blake slowly melted into him, smiling when she heard his scratchy voice and said, "I don't know, nor do I care. Mike and Lucas are on my nerves."
"I'm sorry, KitKat," Steve kissed the back of her neck. Blake flipped around in his arms, resting her head under his chin and sighed, "It's okay... but we should probably get up."
Steve sleepily moaned, gripping onto Blake tighter and using his weight to push her into the bed and laid on her. Blake chuckled, running her fingers through his hair, "Harrington, as much as I would love to stay like this all day, we've got shit to do."
"Can't we just forget about responsibilities for one day?" Steve whined, kissing her neck. Blake shook her head, saying, "That's not how life works. Especially when there are as you say "Evil Russians" right under our noses."
"The only thing under my nose is you," Steve smirked against her. Blake pushed him off, shaking her head as she said, "You're a cheese."
Blake showered as Steve did his hair, the girl groaning when she realized she didn't have a towel. She peaked her head out, seeing Steve looking at himself in the mirror and chuckled, saying, "Hey, vanity smurf, care to hand me a towel?"
"Not particularly, no," He told, a sarcastic smile on his face. Blake glared at him, shrugging before stepping out of the shower.
Two people could play at that game.
Steve went wide-eyed as she walked past him, grabbing the towel that was folded next to him. Blake winked, wrapping herself up and left the bathroom, Steve trailing behind her closely. The two dressed, Steve going downstairs to get Blake a cup of coffee as she continued to get ready.
Blake hopped down the stairs quietly, stopping in the hallway when she heard Steve arguing with his dad. She leaned against the wall as Mr. Harrington said, "So she's here, huh? Tell me Steve, when are you going to be a man and introduce us? I'd like to properly meet this girl you claim to love."
"Why? All you're going to do is criticize the both of us. She doesn't deserve your shit," Steve scoffed. Blake decided to walk in the kitchen, putting a fake smile on as she laced her hand with Steve's and said, "It's nice to finally meet you, Mr. Harrington."
