The more she saw of Neal, the more intruiguesd she felt, and that infuriated her. She was supposed to be catching him, not falling for him, for cripes sake. But that charm, those eyes... That curly hair she wanted to play with, topped by that hat she wanted to steal. Wait, what?
"Hey, Sarah, what're you thinking?" Neal asked, turning over in the bed, sheets covering his very virile manhood. His chest, slick with sweat, had bite marks on it from where she'd bitten. So she had a penchant for biting. Something she hadn't discovered until she's slept with Caffrey. She lowered her head into her hands. "I'm thinking that I just slept with the enemy."
Neal sighed. "You know, I don't have to be the enemy. I could be the friend."
"Right. With friends like you, who needs enemies."
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Fill- I'm gonna kill you... and steal your hat.
Date: 2011-01-24 03:22 pm (UTC)"Hey, Sarah, what're you thinking?" Neal asked, turning over in the bed, sheets covering his very virile manhood. His chest, slick with sweat, had bite marks on it from where she'd bitten. So she had a penchant for biting. Something she hadn't discovered until she's slept with Caffrey. She lowered her head into her hands. "I'm thinking that I just slept with the enemy."
Neal sighed. "You know, I don't have to be the enemy. I could be the friend."
"Right. With friends like you, who needs enemies."