Rumour|G.D

Rumour - Fourteen

Third person

"Who decorated this house?"

His big fingertips glided the walls as he walked around the room. He had been in every room of the house.

He loved the photos around the house, so many. He actually did find himself in a couple, but they were at parties he wasn't in the centre of the photo he was in the back or side.

"I did you plank"

She posed showing off her 'brilliant' house. Until he swiftly pushed her, causing her to slip on her socks.

"OH- shit I'm sorry"

She laughs making her middle finger facing him in a violent tone.

"You bitch"

She gets up, her hands quickly connecting to her arse.

"I'm sorry you want me to kiss it better"

She looks at Grayson with an angry look.

"I'll fucking kill you"

She walks away picking up Starkey pointing him towards Grayson.
Grayson turns to shock, unpleased she is threatening him with his allergy.

"Don't, you can't use cute sparky against me"

Carter smiles walking towards the sofa plotting herself there.

"He's beautiful"

She kisses him all over. Admiring the dog in its own ways. A little bark came from him as he licked Carter's face.

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"So the pizza will be here in about an hour or more as they are busy"

Grayson said walking back to the sofa where Carter was lying. Her eyes were connected to the TV watching the film.

He walks towards the sofa sitting on the side he was on currently. Watching the TV like he previously did. The actions of fighting in the film caught the attention of Carter laughing. As people got shot, or people getting chucked.

They are watching Avengers: End Game.

Even though Grayson didn't know what was going on. It still interested him a lot.

Carter sat up grabbing her drink of water as her eyes still stayed glued to it.

Her movements were slow as she laid back herself sitting next to Grayson as her head laid on his chest.

He didn't question it, he liked how she did that. She was quite surprised she did that.

His arm wrapped around her as he moved back towards the armchair. His legs laid out as his tangled with Carter's.

She practically was laying on him, but she didn't care she was comfy. Her head was muzzled into Grayson's neck where she could smell his strong scent.

"You smell good"