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shayne's pov -

"What about that new script?" Courtney asked as she put away our dishes from lunch. "Your new Youtube Detention one. We can look over that to pass some time." She looked over to my spot at the table. 

"I didn't bring my laptop." I sighed. I don't want to.

"Okay." She said thinking. Leaning her hip into the counter, she narrowed her eyes in thought. "I mean in the email Ian said we could draft another sketch." She shrugged. "Want to?" 

"We could." I said. Crossing my arms on my chest, my spine hitting the wooden back of the chair.

"It's too hot outside.." She added, as if to clarify, glancing down at the floor. She sounded almost nervous. Don't be shy, baby.

"No, let's do it." I laughed. Getting up out of my seat, I walked to the open living area. I pulled a drawer out of the small grey cabinet on the floor, just next to the tv speakers. Snatching some pieces of blank paper, I called out to Courtney who still lingered in the kitchen, "Babe, drawer to your left." I shot a hand out to point, "Grab a few pens." 

She nodded and picked them out, heading back to the table, and sitting across from me.

"I want to bring back the Dumpster Wizard!" She squealed, wiggling slightly in her seat. A massive grin on her face as she laughed. "I'm thinking about him, Keith, and Noah. Grocery shopping. Or maybe in like a seedy gas station."

As if in thought I brought my hands up to my temples. I paused to smiled and looked at Courtney.

"He never left." I said in a high pitched, deranged voice, squinting one eye as I leaned closer to her. 

She shouted my name and held out a hand as if trying to stop me from coming closer. 

I got up out of my seat and took a wobbly step closer to her, hunching my back, and shuffling my feet without rhythm. 

Screeching playfully she quickly hopped out of her seat. The wooden legs dragging loudly on the tile at the fast movement. 

Courtney dashed around the table, opposite from me. She looked ready to pounce, her knees bent slightly, prepared to run in the direction I didn't.

I stood up straight and smirked, shaking off my character. I let my glance travel behind Courtney, to the open windows to try and get her off her game. And my plan worked.

Her eyes followed mine, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion as she turned her head to look behind her.

I laughed as I raced to the other side of the table, clambering into a chair, causing Courtney to realize what was happening.

She yelped and ran over to the living area. Grabbing a pillow, she held the tiny thing in front of her.

"Woah there." She said. Extending her arms out, using the pillow as a shield, as I approached the couch step by step. "Down boy." She peered over the fabric square. 

"I'd like to see you try, Courtney Ruth Miller." I said, my eyes flitting from her to the pillow, "Give it your best shot." I motioned toward the square.

A single laugh escaped her lips as she chucked the pillow at my body. Her torso twisting, arm like a slingshot, she hurled it full force. It hit my right shoulder and Courtney cheered. She jumped up with a giggle and celebrated her victory. 

Giving me just enough time to round the couch and grab her wrist.

"Shayne!" She yelled as she tried to pull away, but I drew her closer. Her hands came to rest on my chest as my hands settled around her waist. She stopped her wiggling. And just stood there. Make the move.

Her eyes bounced to my lips, and a darker shade of green bloomed in her eyes. Do it.

Then her lips were on mine, and her hands snaked up my neck. It was firey. And deep. She pushed her body against mine, needing contact. But we stumbled, not having any sort of brace. I grinned into the kiss. 

My hands found their place on her waist. Pulling her close. And they moved lower, toward her butt to grasp her thighs. She got the message and hopped up. Wrapping her legs around me as I moved to a wall. Any wall. I needed something close. And I needed it now. 

I pushed her against the nearest wall. Next to the doorframe of the master bedroom. I kept my grip under her legs, my lips finding their way down her neck. Her soft whimpers encouraged me. She ran a hand through my hair, her pressure directing me toward her sensitive spots.

I felt her arch into me as I twisted my hips in between her legs. Her head flung back and further exposed her neck. I rotated again and heard a soft groan from her lips. My mouth worked on her collarbone and moved across her chest. 

"Shayne." She groaned. This hot and unexpected makeout session was turning very steamy very fast. She gave another plea, "Do that again."

"Do what again?" I played the game. She let out an exasperated breath and looked at me. Biting her lips, cheeks flushed. Panting.

"That thing." A high pitched whine. "What you just did." 

"Surely I don't know what you mean." I captured her lips again and twisted my hips. Giving her the contact she wanted. She gasped into my mouth. I could feel her chest heaving against mine and she pulled at my shoulders. Gripping my shirt in her fists. 

I smiled and pulled away from the kiss, creating space between our bodies. She cried out. Needy. A sharp whine as she looked at me confused. She whimpered and tried to pull me back in. 

I laughed as I got my breath back, letting my hands fall from beneath her, placing her on the ground and steadying her shaky knees. 

"What the fuck is this?" She asked. Still trying to even her breath. Lightly stomping her foot on the ground. 

I kissed her again before taking a full step back. Taking in her slightly trembling figure. Hands flat against the wall for support. 

"Taking it slow?" I tried to reason. I smiled. I knew I was acting like a teenager. And I knew it drove her mad. In all the good ways.

"You're a fucking tease, dude." She pointed an accusatory finger at me as she straightened herself up from the wall. Standing on her own. 

"You know you like it." I winked playfully and walked into the bedroom to grab my sunglasses from the nightstand. Wondering if she'd follow.

"Jesus." I heard her say. "It's annoying that I'm infatuated with you." 

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hope you like it! a little hot and heavy teaser

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