Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

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Damien shrugged at her eyeroll, "I know, I know. I'm being paranoid and I know you know better than that. It's just... sometimes people like that can be very persuasive."

He made a mental note to take Cora's pistol with them so he could scope out ammo for it, or perhaps he would just have to ask Cora what kind of rounds it took. In any case, he agreed about being comfortable with one's own pistol. He personally thought to himself that most other pistols would feel clunky to him compared to his own sleek pistol, especially since the handle fit so nicely into his hand.

"I'll keep an eye out for ammo for your pistol then. The more people we have armed the better. I might also end up looking for a silencer too if at all possible." He flipped the pancake in the pan and looked over, seeing Sabastian just as Cora started talking to him.

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Sabastian loved looking over his shoulder only to see Vin staring after him. It made him feel desired to have Vin's eyes follow him as he went, and that look Vin gave him only made him happier, the little man turning and exiting.

He saw Cora and came over, raising his eyebrow at the mention of vanilla and cinnamon. It sounded fucking delicious, and he was more than happy to take a couple pancakes off their hands. However, he made sure to stand about seven feet away from the barbeque, still under the covered roof, but just barely. The heat would probably feel nice, but unfortunately his body would not allow him to come any closer.

"Really now? That's high praise. I can smell them from here though, and they smell super fucking good. It's about all I can smell actually. I think rain dampens my sense of smell, because I can't smell shit out here other than concrete and rain." He pulled up a cinderblock and sat on it, scooting the tiniest bit forward to avoid the rain.

 

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Cora had continued to take small bites from her pancake as Sabastian sat down, and was almost finished with it by the time he mentioned the rain dampening his sense of smell.

"Really?" she asked.

"That's so weird. I would have thought the wind would pick up some more scents or something."

Then again, she knew very little about how smell actually worked. She knew there was always a nice, fresh, smell after it rained, but did the rain itself carry a smell?
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From the roof of the shop, there was a pair of eyes watching the group as they ate their breakfast. His binoculars granted him quite the view, but he unfortunately lacked the ability to read lips, and the mics that he had planted on them earlier were having trouble in the rain. He could hear bits and pieces of their conversation, but mostly all he heard was the droning sound of the rain.

Jonathon was not a man to look for the flaws in every situation, however, but opportunities. And right now, the rain was providing him with a unique opportunity indeed.

He turned his binoculars back to the steely eyed man, zooming his sights in until all he could see were those grey eyes.

"Ready or not, here we come."

 

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Damien plated the next pancake and poured in another before getting up and going to Sabastian. He handed off the plate and went back to his own cinderblock, sitting down as Sabastian thanked him for it.

Taking a little bite of the pancake, Sabastian made a "hothothothot!" noise before he was actually able to chew it and get some of the flavor. It was fucking delicious, the man swallowing happily before sighing and looking at Cora again.

"You'd think that, but it just kind of muddles everything together." He raised his head and inhaled deeply, only able to smell the pancakes, Cora, and Damien. Shaking his head, he ripped another piece of the pancake off and blew on it before popping it in his mouth. "Mhm. I got nothin'. I can still sense them though. I can't tell how many there are, but there are definitely several in this town. We'll have to be careful when we go out."

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Since Tiffany was still too reluctant to show her face, Maverick left the room once more to grab them some food. He wasn't sure whether they were going to be included in the regular breakfast, but it didn't hurt to ask. Besides, even if it was in poor taste, they'd be out of the group's hair soon enough. Hopefully Tiff would be happier at the base where there were more people to talk to, a fresh start... again.

The man had already changed into new clothes, namely an unassuming pair of dark-blue jeans and a black t-shirt with a lightning bolt down the front. He walked past the bathroom, pausing for a moment to stoop down and tie his shoelace.

 

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Cora giggled, watching as Sabastian tried not to burn his mouth. She had learned a long time ago how to eat quickly if she didn't want to spend the whole day with an empty ache in her belly. At the mention of the zombies, she nodded, thinking about it.

"You'll have to be careful too. You don't want to give away too much... I think Lizzy's nice, but I don't know if she's encountered anyone like you yet, and I doubt Tiffany and Maverick would be very chill with it."
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Vin had just headed into the bathrooms, so he didn't see Maverick. However, Lizz did, as she was coming out to give Vin some privacy to change. She stops short of coming fully out of the door, her earlier bubbly demeanor seemingly gone. In it's place, she was being quiet and reserved, and before she said anything to him, she crosses her arms.

"Are you leaving with Tiffany?"

A small part of her hoped the answer would be no, although she couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted that he knew what had happened, and yet was still being supportive to her.

 

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Sabastian nodded, swallowing his most recent bite of pancake, "maybe I'll tell them after they get to know me." He got a little quiet for a moment. Would he ever tell them? It was his own secret, after all, and he had a right to keep it to himself. He was a bit worried that upon hearing it, Lizz wouldn't approve of him being with Vin. He was a zombie and Vin was human; it was one of those pairings that just didn't seem like it was going to work out well.

"Hm... maybe not. I don't know." He took another bite and chewed, his eyebrows knit as conflicted thoughts bounced around his head.

Damien glanced back at him and shrugged, "it's not like you're marrying any of them, so no need to tell them until you're ready."

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Damn, Lizz was certainly not one to beat around the bush. As he glanced up at her, he could see by her expression and posture that she didn't approve, likely having been appraised of the situation by one of the other people. Her coldness wasn't unexpected. They didn't really have much of a relationship to begin with though, so he wasn't going to let it get to him.

Tiffany had a habit of rubbing people the wrong way, resulting in a lot of tense situations for various reasons even before the apocalypse. This was probably one of the worst things she had done, but he was used to bearing the unapproving gaze of others. Maverick finished tying his shoe and straightened up, meeting her gaze with a neutral expression.

"Yep. That's right." With that, he turned and walked away from her. He really didn't want to have this conversation with her, and he figured it was done anyway. Nothing she said was going to change his mind nor his stance, and nothing he said would be able to make her friendly to him again. Burning bridges was what he was used to, so he wasn't going to invest energy in seeking her approval.

 

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"I agree with Damien, there's no rush I don't think. And hey, maybe it would be better if you got to know Lizz for a bit anyway, so that when she does find out, she'll know the real you."

Cora turned back to her plate then, scarfing down the last of her pancake. They really were good, and if the times were different, she would have happily taken two or three more. She could get by without it though, and until they were more stable and could start planting some crops, she thought it best to try and curb her ravenous appetite a bit.

Sitting back a bit so that her legs didn't go numb, she looked up at the shop door, wondering if everyone was up now and if they were all going to talk soon. She wasn't looking forward to it, but she would really rather just get the day over with and get the car fixed, so they could all go back to normal and head out.
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She stares at him, a little frown coming to her pouty lips as he replies with such a short answer. He didn't seem willing to discuss it, and it wasn't really like it was any of her business, but still.

As he turns and walks away, she simply shakes her head a bit and then goes to grab her socks and shoes, to finish getting dressed. She sits down in a chair, beginning to put her socks on, and lifts her head when she sees Delvin come out of the bathroom and grab his own shoes, whistling as he makes his way towards the door. Very quickly, she ducks her head down to hide her expression, although now the fun of it was honestly a bit dampened. She didn't feel quite so giggly after hearing what happened last night, but she still had a little smile.

Not paying her any mind, Vin simply walks out and comes to stand under the shelter with the rest of them, dropping his boots down on the ground and starting to get them on.

"Just a heads up, Lizzy is going to scream in about three seconds" he says casually, busying himself with tying the strings.

 

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The little blonde sighed, "I don't know... I feel like Vin only accepted it because he likes me and we've been through some shit. Anyway... I suppose that'll be something to think about a bit later like you said." He finished his pancake, his plate now sadly empty.

"Is there any way I might be able to get another one of those pancakes?"

Damien smiled and reached his hand back expectantly. The blonde took the hint and put his plate in his hand, being rewarded with another pancake a moment later. Damien now had another pancake on a different plate, perhaps for Lizz if she came out at some point soon.

Outside, Maverick had arrived at the group just before Vin had, turning and seeing him walk out behind him to tie his shoes. He wondered what was going to happen that would make Lizz scream, thinking to himself that maybe they had pulled a prank on her or taken away one of her toys perhaps.

Looking at Vin with surprise, Sabastian's eyes widened as Vin put on his shoes as though nothing had happened. He waited for a second to see if it was a delayed reaction, but when nothing happened, he looked back toward the garage, a bit worried for what Vin might have done as payback.

 

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Cora had looked up as Maverick came out, although now she couldn't quite meet his gaze. Her own expression wasn't anger or disgust, but rather one that almost betrayed a bit of shyness. It changed to a questioning look, however, when Vin said Lizz was going to scream, and right as she remembered Lizz grabbing Delvin's shoes, she heard it-a high pitched, completely girlish scream of horror.
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Lizzy looked up as he exited the door, and then she slipped her shoe on quickly, wanting to go out and watch his reaction and see that hilarious disgusted look on his face. However, just as she stuck her toes into the second shoe, she felt something push back. Something...squishy?

She took the shoe off and held it over her hand, shaking it out, only to have the dead rodent fall right into her palm. It was the last thing she had expected, and even earlier when she had found it, she hadn't dared to touch it, but instead had scooped it into his shoe with a wrench.

Immediately she let's loose, her scream going high and loud, as she had quite the pair of lungs on her, and she stands from her chair, dropping both the shoe and the rodent before kicking them both away. She only stops screaming long enough to pull more air into her lungs, and then she screams again, before running over to the window and yanking it up.

"You fucking asshole!" she yells out into the rain, causing Vin to let loose with a loud laugh before looking over his shoulder.

"You put a carcass in my shoe, and I'm the asshole?"

"I'm going to murder you!" she squeaks, her voice in complete opposition with her threat.

"Oh untwist your panties and get out here. We need to talk about the car situation."

With his boots now tied, he stands up and comes over to Sabastian's side, laying his arm over his shoulders gently. Not a moment later, Lizz comes out of the shop, stomping her feet the whole way. Once she's under the shelter, the good mood quickly dies as she glances at Maverick, and then back to Vin.

"Alright, so?" she asks, as obviously they had already talked about something and she wanted to be informed of what it was.

 

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Unbeknownst to Lizz, Tiffany had popped her head out of the room, looking around in panic before seeing what had actually happened. She didn't know why there was a mouse in the girl's shoe, but she was glad that it was all she was screaming about. Before she could be seen, Tiffany retreated into the room again, shutting the door slowly enough not to be heard by Lizz.

He knew it was coming, but Sabastian still jumped when he heard that piercing scream. Maverick had been completely ignored, the blonde not really wanting to talk to him at the moment. They all turned to look when Lizz came to the window, Damien looking amused, Sabastian looking sorry for her, and Maverick still with that cool neutral look.

"You put a carcass in my shoe, and I'm the asshole?"

So that's what she had put in his shoes. Jeez, if he hadn't noticed and squished that dead rodent, he imagined Vin would have screamed just as loud. He was glad that Vin had escaped that fate, giggling and smiling as Vin came over to him. When the arm was draped over his shoulder, he reached up and took Vin's hand in his own two hands, simply playing with it a little. While the man's hand was rough, his fingernails were smooth and his skin was warm.

Damien cleared his throat, "okay, here's the deal. It's been proposed that half the group goes out to get supplies and ammo, while the other half stays at the auto-shop. The group that would go would probably be myself, Sabastian, Vin, and..." he looked at Cora for a moment "Tiffany. Those staying behind would be Cora, Lizz, and Maverick. During the day, we also need to replace the missing part on my car and fill the car back up with oil, and get another car prepared for Maverick and Tiffany to leave with."

At the mention of Tiffany going with the away party, Maverick stiffened and frowned slightly. "I don't like the idea of Tiffany coming with you. I'd rather go instead if that's okay."

 

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"Look," Vin said slowly.

"We're not going to force anyone to do anything, but we want the girls to stay behind with someone to have their back if something happens. We were going to split it up so that it was just us guys going out, but after last night..."

He looked over at Cora, who wasn't meeting any of their gazes. Lizz didn't seem to want to look at anyone either, and although she felt like she was strong and could hold her own just fine, after what had happened with her parents, she was honestly terrified. She hadn't seen a zombie since she left, and she was liable to just break down crying or get so scared that she did something dumb. She did not want to go out if she didn't have to.

"I have a good set of walkie talkies" Cora suddenly mumbles out, finally willing to look up and meet Mavericks eyes.

"They're good for about five miles..."

 

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Maverick looked from Vin to Cora, looking like he wanted to argue or say something, but he kept his mouth shut, looking back down at the pan Damien was currently cooking with. While he was concerned about the zombies, he was also concerned about Vin and Damien. Tiffany was going to be alone with three new people who likely hated her guts. Would they protect her if something happened, or would they consider it good riddance? Would they seek some kind of revenge against her?

Sabastian didn't seem like the type that would actually do something like that, but he did seem like the type to not stop the other two if they were set upon doing something, especially if they argued that it was for the good of the group. The mention of walkie talkies made him feel a little better, but not by much. It didn't seem like he had much of a choice if he wanted their help in getting a car for them.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Fine. As long as Tiffany and I get to use the walkie-talkies.

The blonde found it odd that Maverick wasn't grinning and happy to stay back with the two girls, but he could understand being concerned about his girl since he was so adamant about staying with her despite her shitty behavior.

 

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Delvin squeezed Sabastian's hand briefly, watching as Maverick thought about it. If he was in his shoes, he wouldn't feel much better either, but they didn't seem to have a whole lot of choice in the matter. And despite that, Tiffany had brought this on herself.

"I can't make any promises of what's going to happen when we leave," Vin said, trying to meet Maverick's gaze.

"But I will say that we're are all going to watch each other's back just as we would our own, alright?"

His brown eyes searched Damien's, and then Sabastian's, hoping they were in agreement, before he looked back to Maverick.

"Despite my own feelings on what she did, I don't want to see her get hurt. Just tell her not to go wandering off by herself or do something stupid that might make noise, and we'll all do this as quickly and safely as we can."

Lizz just listened quietly, thinking her own thoughts without voicing anything. She felt a little bitter and a bit bratty, and if the situation were normal, there would have been no way in hell she would have helped that sick bitch out. However, she would much rather just fix up a car for them and get them out of her hair as soon as possible, seeing as they were all stuck together for now.

 

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When Vin started to speak, Maverick lifted his head and met his gaze. He was still reluctant, despite what Vin had to say and Damien and Sabastian's nods of confirmation. Words were cheap, and they would be even less useful when she was vulnerable out in the field with them.

"Sure. I'll tell her." He suddenly didn't feel as hungry anymore. Eating on a worried stomach wasn't really something he preferred to do, so he decided to skip the pancakes this morning. "Any breakfast I might be able to give her before she goes?"

Damien nodded and gave him a plate with two pancakes, the other man nodding and thanking him before turning and heading back inside. He went to her, giving her the pancakes and explaining the situation while she ate. She didn't much like it either, but thought that she'd much rather be out where the focus wouldn't be on her as much.

Outside, Sabastian sighed looking up at Vin, "so when are we going?"

 

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He pushed his hair out of his face, thinking to himself that he should probably tie it up in a ponytail or see if there was a hat lying around in the shop. Despite Sabastian being with them, he didn't want to risk a zombie latching onto it and forcing Sabastian to reveal how strong he actually was.

"I guess after they eat. There's not much reason to wait."

Cora was a bit quiet, leaning into Damien's side a bit more. She didn't like it, and she especially didn't like that she was going to have to stay behind and not know what was happening with her friends and her love. However, she was resigned to the situation.

"I'll go draw up a picture and a list of the part and type of oil I need," Lizz said.

"Just encase you guys happen to find an auto shop before you get the food. I wouldn't go out of your way to find one, though. I can just get that part off of another car..."

She looked over at Vin, and crossed her arms.

"Don't be stupid out there you big bear. Damaris would hang me from her apple tree if anything happened to you."

Her voice was joking, but really she just didn't want to lose him as well. She didn't have a big family, and now it felt even achingly smaller. And with that being said, she turned and walked back inside the shop, her hunger momentarily forgotten.

 

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Sabastian was quiet for a moment before he looked up at Vin, "are you sure you don't want me to go out and take out any zombies in the area? It might be a lot safer if I were to do so." He recognized that Vin was one of the only people Lizz had, and it reminded him of how much he himself wanted to keep Vin safe. He was going to be there to make sure no zombies swarmed or tried to overpower them, but if one of them snuck up on him, then there would be little he could do.

Over by a growing stack of pancakes, Damien looked over and shook his head. "Sending you out alone would be too suspicious. Plus, if there are any gangs or people like that in the area, we would want to keep you out of their sights. Remember, you may be zombie proof, but you're not bullet proof."

 

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"He's right, not to mention, if someone were to find out about you, there's no telling what they would do. They might try to hunt us down, or even just go tell a military base."

Vin scowled a bit, thinking about that. No, he definitely didn't want him out there alone. His brown eyes look down at the pancakes then, remembering the look that the little mechanic had on her face when she left.

"Here, I'll take some of those inside to Lizz and make sure she eats."

Once he had some hot cakes stacked on a plate, he turned to Sabastian and gave him a little smile, hoping he would come inside with him now that they had eaten. He wanted to find a hat, but more importantly, he just wanted to be close to the man until they left.

Cora meanwhile rocked forward on her heels and stood up, letting the blood flow back into her now numb legs. She looked out into the rain and then pulled her hood up over her hair before looking back down at Damien.

"I should probably go get those walkie talkies."

 

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He didn't really think that the military had the resources to actually hunt him down, but he understood their concerns.

The way Vin smiled and almost leaned his body toward the shop, it made him think that maybe he wanted him to come along. He was totally fine with that though; he didn't think he would ever grow tired of the man's company. If it was up to him, he would stay glued to Vin's side for as long as life allowed. He smiled and followed Vin inside, leaning against the big man slightly and reaching up to gently rub the man's back affectionately.

Outside, Damien stood up as well even though he wasn't quite done making pancakes. Reaching out, he put a hand around her waist and pulled her a bit closer. He reached up, tipping her chin up toward him, looking down into her eyes and smiling slightly. "We're going to be very careful, you know." He leaned forward and kissed her lips, lingering as he enjoyed the feeling of her body against him. To be honest, he was more worried about her than he was about the group going out.

He still didn't trust Maverick, and he didn't like being where he couldn't help Cora if need be.

 

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Balancing the pancakes in one hand, he reached down to pull Sabastian close to his side as they walked in.

"Hm. I'm thinking I need to find a hat and pull my hair back until we're done."
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Cora was looking away when she felt that warm hand grip her waist, but it made a little smile touch her lips. When he tipped her chin up, she stared into his steel eyes, listening to what he had to say, although she couldn't quite hide the way that her face knit with concern for just the briefest moment before he kissed her.

She let her arms come up to wrap around his neck, gently holding him until he freed her from his dangerously charming spell, and then she simply looked into his eyes once more. After a moment, she let out a little sigh.

"I know, but I'm still worried."

Suddenly she smiles and stand up on her toes so that she can whisper in his ear.

"Tell you what, if you make it back in once piece, I'll let you steal some more of my panties. You'll have to peel them off of my skin with your teeth, though."

To emphasize her point, she let her lips part so that she could lightly graze the skin of his neck with her teeth, and then she went back down on her feet so that she could see the look on his face.

 

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Sabastian didn’t think Vin was going to be able to find a baseball cap, especially since almost everyone there seemed like they wouldn’t have that article of clothing packed away.

“Well, I could braid it for you if you want. You’ve got such handsomely long hair, I’d love to be able to paw at it a little bit. I’m pretty sure Lizz has some hair ties, so we could probably ask her once you’ve buttered her up a bit with those pancakes. “

The idea of brushing and braiding Vin’s hair made him smile, the blonde hoping Vin would accept the offer. He used to braid his mother’s hair when he was taking care of her, so he was pretty good at it too.
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He was about to reply to her concerned comment when he felt her rise to his ear, the woman’s tantalizingly warm breath teasing him as she made the lewd promise of giving him her silky treasure. The image of having her on her back, looking at him seductively while he pulled them down her thighs made his cock stir in his pants. Those flirty hazel eyes would be so sexy with her eyeliner making their color pop. He really wanted to see it.

A “mm...” noise was elicited from the feeling of her teeth on his skin. They too hadn’t been intimate for a few days, and he was more than a little excited at the thought of hearing her lewd moans of pleasure.

A smirk spread across his face, the man not responding before his eyes flicked over her shoulder for a moment to make sure no one was looking. Angling his body so that she was hidden from view from the auto shop, he slid his hands down to her ass, squeezing her as he pulled her hips gently but firmly against his own.

“With a promise like that, I suppose I have no choice but to be extra careful. After all...” he purred, sliding his hands up and under her sweatshirt, dragging up the smooth skin of her sides until his fingertips cane a bit forward and were just barely gracing the undersides of her breasts. “My mouth won’t be satisfied with just your panties.” His steely eyes looked into hers suggestively, wanting to see that soft blush on her face.

 

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He thought about it for a minute and then nodded.

"Can you get it a bit tight? I don't want it coming loose and giving them something to grab onto. I was actually thinking about cutting it, but I wanted to avoid that as long as I can."

Lizz was digging around in some plastic totes that were tucked away in the corner, and she heard the two men as they came in. Without looking over her shoulder, she pointed to her pile of stuff sitting on a chair.

"There's hair ties on top of my sweater, and my brush is there to, have at it. No need to butter me up, I'll eat in a few."
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She really appreciated that he turned them away to hide his lewd actions, although it sent her heart racing better than a shot of coffee. Those fingers sliding up her sides made her close her eyes for a moment, a soft smile gracing her lips as she let his rich voice wash over her, and she couldn't help but bring her own hands down to grip his hips gently.

She was becoming a bit immune to being embarrassed around him, so he unfortunately didn't get the blush he was hoping for. However, when she opened her eyes to look back up at him, her expression was full of slow burning lust and desire. Her hips push forward, wanting to feel him pressed against her, and speaking on a heavy pant, she says, "you might have to use those cuffs on me, because I don't think I'm going to be able to keep my hands off of you."

Her eyes travel to his lips, his flirty smirk only turning her on even more, and for a moment she really didn't care that they were around other people. She stands up on her toes and presses her soft, pouty lips to his with need, a little mewl escaping her.

 

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Sabastian wanted to say something sexual about "making it tight for Vin" but the suggestion of cutting Vin's hair derailed his perverted thoughts. Vin looked so damn handsome with his long hair, would hate for them to have to lob it off. He squinted at Vin, trying to imagine him with what a lot of people would say was a "conventional" haircut as far as male hairdos went. He would always be attractive enough to make Sabastian hot and bothered, but it would take some getting used to.

He was about to open his mouth when Lizz responded to them, giving him permission to use some of her hair accessories. Sabastian nodded with a warm little, "thanks, Lizz." before walking over to her bag and getting her brush and a hair tie or two. "Hm..." he hummed thoughtfully as he looked at Vin, wondering how they should do this. Sitting in a chair above the man would be best, so he went over to one of the leather chairs, sat down, and spread his legs, gesturing for Vin to sit down on the floor in front of him.

As he waited for Vin to come over, he looked up at the big man, "well, I can certainly tame that wild hair of yours, at least for a little while. I think it would be such a shame to cut it... especially when it's grown so long. I know it'll grow back and all that, but still."

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"you might have to use those cuffs on me, because I don't think I'm going to be able to keep my hands off of you."

While he didn't see a blush, he was instead blessed with the sound of her breathless voice, dripping with desire. His cock twitched in his pants at the sound of it, her own groin rubbing against his in agonizingly sensual way. Damien sucked in a breath and pushed back against her. instinctively wanting to feel her warmth against his growing erection.

He was doing his best to keep himself in line, but it was difficult when Cora was just being so damn sexy and precious. Damien closed his eyes as her lips pressed against his own, that little sound she made making him shudder and kiss her back with more zeal. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and tasted the cinnamon-vanilla on her tongue, thinking to himself that he would have loved to cover his sweet little pancake with a large helping of his thick syrup. An image of Cora laying in a bed, drizzled in maple syrup came to mind, the woman dipping her finger into the saccharine mess and licking it off suggestively. Those sexy hazel eyes inviting him...

Damien hadn't even realized, but his hands had migrated up to knead her breasts, pawing at them with barely-restrained lust. His hands were still hidden under her sweatshirt, the warm piece of clothing having lifted slightly to expose her stomach to the cool air of the morning. after what seemed like days and seconds at the same time, he pulled away from that dangerous mouth panting and horny as hell.

"You better be careful, or I'll carry you to the bathroom myself, people be damned." He threatened in a low voice, his gaze intense as he panted with need. One thing was certain, he was going to practically run back when they were done.

 

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He bent down and sat before him as he talked, making himself comfortable by crossing his legs and then leaning back. Before Sabastian started, he looked back and gave him a little grin.

"Well I wouldn't cut it too short, maybe just up to my shoulders at the shortest. Just enough that I could tuck it under a hat more easily when I needed to, you know?"

As it was, Vin's long hair was nearly down to the middle of his back, and although it stayed pretty straight, it was wasn't exactly thin. It wouldn't be easy to wrap it under a hat with it's current length.
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The cool air of the morning brought her back down to earth, but it did little to stop her bodies cravings as his warm hands sent electric zips of pleasure from her breasts and straight down to her aching core. Without even realizing she was doing it, she had pushed her chest into his strong fingers, wanting to feel more of his barely contained lust.

God, if only they could get away with such a thing. She wanted him so badly in that moment, but walking back there together would be way too obvious. Still...

"Is that a threat or a promise?" she panted, her eyes hooded as she once again let her gaze linger on his mouth, but then smiled softly and let her head lay down on his shoulder, a little tired chuckle leaving her sweet lips as she forced herself to stop grinding up against him.

"Damnit, how do you do that to me?" she laughed, her hands kneading his waist.

Cora had never taken any drugs before, besides the very common ones such as alcohol and weed, but she wondered to herself if this was what it might feel like to be on something like ecstasy. His every look, touch, noise and smell, had her almost cumming right there in her pants and almost, almost, not caring if anyone seen it either.

 

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"But it's just so nice... if it were up to me, I would keep your hair long. It just looks really good on you." He reached down and started to brush Vin's hair. There were some knots in his hair that he had to brush out, but Sabastian was exceedingly gentle, handling the man's hair with a lot of care. His mother had a sensitive scalp, so he had learned earlier on how to brush in a way that was efficient, but that wouldn't hurt the other person.

His hands seemed to linger a bit too, the little blonde enjoying the opportunity to groom his handsome partner. He actually lost himself in it for a moment and stroked Vin's hair tenderly for a moment before sighing. The idea that he was being a bit weird occurred to him, his hands withdrawing and starting in on the task at hand.

Sabastian braided the man's hair with skill, keeping his hair an appropriate amount of tight while not being too rough in his movements.

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"It's about to be a reality if we keep going like this. I only have so much willpower." He chuckled weakly, simultaneously disappointed and relieved when she laid her head on his shoulder and chuckled softly as well, dialing back her irresistible charm. He wouldn't have minded slinging her over his shoulder and taking her to the restroom for a passionate session, but he knew this wasn't the time.

"I could ask you the same thing," he murmured, giving her breasts one last squeeze before letting his hands fall slowly down her stomach. He was reluctant to stop touching her, his fingertips drinking in every bit of soft skin he was able to touch on the way down. His own hands settled on her waist as well, the man sighing as the smell of burnt pancake filled the air.

He looked a bit confused for a second before glancing at the pan. The man cringed as he realized that the pancake was actually smoking, the underside likely completely black from his neglect.

 

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"I'll think about" he said, turning around properly.

As Sabastian worked, Vin soon found himself completely relaxing into his soft caressing touch. Usually he was the one doing the touching, and while he liked that, this felt like a rare treat to the big man. He didn't often get massages either, again, usually preferring to be the giver in the relationship. When the blonds fingers did start to braid his hair, he opened his eyes a bit slowly, not having realized he closed them. If he had kept going, Vin imagined he would have soon been dozing off between those warm little legs.
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Her chest shook with quiet laughter as she hid her face against his skin, loving the way his fingers lingered on her warm flesh as they reluctantly trailed down her abdomen.

She felt it when he noticed the pancake burning, as his body had shifted and stiffened ever so slightly. She lifted her face then, looking around to see what had gotten his attention, and when she noticed the burnt pancake, she grinned. Her hands gave him one final squeeze of his hips, and then she let go to very gently pat the front of his belt, just above his crotch, before she started to turn away.

"Hmm. I'm going to have to start keeping track of how many pancakes I can make you burn."

Adjusting her hoody so that it was covering her properly once more, she heads out into the rain and gets the bat out of the car, along with her own pistol. She brings them both over to him and sits them down near where Vin had been sitting.

"My gun is just a regular glock, so any 9mm ammo should do. I want you to take it with you, if you don't mind. At least you'll some better protection if you do find some ammo."

 

[Poprockz]

Soon Sabastian had braided all of his hair, tying it off at the end with the hair tie. It was almost immaculate how well he had done it, the man seemingly having no hairs that were out of place. He admired his handiwork, reaching down and putting his hands on the big man's shoulders. His dainty hands rubbed his shoulders gently, his gaze affectionate as he looked down on Vin.

He realized he really wanted to take care of the man; he wanted to protect him and keep him close. Sabastian wanted to be the one Vin came to when he was sad or angry, and he wanted to earn Vin's vulnerability. He still wasn't sure whether he was worthy of Vin, the little man being so new at all of this, not even knowing if he could satisfy Vin in the long run. But... he wanted to give his all in it.

"You should have a drink with me tonight after we get back. I found a bottle of rum in one of the toolboxes, so maybe we could make it a date?" The zombie man felt like they were constantly going, and he wanted to take every opportunity to get to know Vin more intimately.

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Damien gave her another playful smirk as she patted his belt, the touch so close to his cock that his hips almost involuntarily thrusted. The burnt pancakes were a symptom of the addictive nature of her gaze and kisses. As long as he made pancakes and had her around, he would always be distracted by the enchanting woman.

He shook his head as she walked away, watching her ass as she went. The pancake was already burnt after all, but that ass was hot beyond burning. Damien then got the pancake out of the pan, plating it more out of sympathy than any desire to eat it or feed it to anyone else. There was now a little stack of pancakes, so he removed the pan from the fire and set it down to cool. Taking one from the pile, he started to have his own helping, chewing thoughtfully as he saw Cora coming back with the bat and a gun.

Nodding, he adjusted his pants slightly, his cock having been a bit uncomfortable in his previous position. "I think that's a good idea. I'd rather have a pistol just in case I need some firepower, and we need to get you ammo anyway." He took another bite of his pancake, his eyes examining her pistol and finding it to be a very nice one. It wouldn't feel like his own, but it would be easy to handle.