Sinning is Fun When More Than One Person Does it

"Didn't you see this coming?" My words effectively cut through the silence.

"Of course I saw this." Crawford sighs as he turns the car and stops at the side of the road. "The weather is too bad for me to drive."

"I'll drive."

"I don't need to see the future in order to know that you would purposefully run us off a cliff."

"Killing you would provide no satisfaction. God wouldn't care."

"But he cares about sodomy?" He arches an eyebrow in question.

"Sodomy is something that can be repeated while death only occurs once."

"So there are better things to do then finding our way back."

I pluck off his glasses and set them on the dashboard before moving the seat back and folding it down. Crawford makes his way on top of me and crushes our lips together. Our tongues meet and war for dominance. We've each won over the other in the past. I'm not sure who's winning though. The winner is always discovered in the last act.

Clothing being in the way, I rip open his shirt causing buttons to fly to the floor. I break the kiss to lavish attention on the newly exposed skin. While I busy my lips with his collarbone, my hands travel down over the muscles of his chest and stomach. I work on opening his pants as he pulls the grey sweater off of me. His fingers slink over my body and ghost over a nipple. A small moan escapes me.

Finally succeeding in undoing his pants, I work on my own. Crawford's tongue dips between the silver loops around my right ear to taste flesh. He bites down on one and pulls it hard enough to rip it from my ear. I take the loop from his mouth and lick at the blood before tossing it aside. Our lips join together again as I slip a hand inside his pants. He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand back out.

This is where things get interesting.

He pulls the tie that's still at his neck and throws it onto the backseat. I watch it go…which is a mistake. He grabs both of my wrists and places them above my head, tying my hands to the bars that hold the headrest using his shirt.

"I was rather fond of that shirt."

"Revenge for a shirt?" I raise an eyebrow at his amused, sadistic smirk.

"You saw this."

"Of course."

"You couldn't wait until we got back?" His tongue flicks out and tastes the dry blood on my ear.

"Schuldich had a kitten over and wanted you distracted. I didn't want to hear him complain when he found his new pet gutted."

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