bright like fire ;;

          “What kind of name is dickbutt?”

 "It's yours.   You're a dick sometimes, and you're a butt.   So, therefor, Dickbutt."

            “Sure you were,                            and thanks for the warning. I won’t say a word about the ugly shank.”

  "I'm going to change the subject,    before I bite your arm.    How's Sonny?    Or should I ask how're all your girls?"

          ( Lips pressed against each other—-               It gave him a feeling, was it ecstasy?               Whatever it was it had him pulling her closer.               Closer and closer as if he was deprived.               Deprived of being like this with her—-               And was he or was he just greedy?           All of it was both elating and terrifying for him. ) "Whose to say you’re not already mad?"         ( He whispered among the silence,                their breath mixing together.           He needed more, wanted more.         Without though he leaned forward,           pressing his lips against hers             with intensity and need. )

( Her fingers slid down his back.   And her fingertips pressed into the small of his back.   Their lips that once touched perfectly, were separated.   But she; she did what she loved to do to him.   To tease him.   She pulled his body closer to hers,   until they couldn't be pulled apart.   Her hair wisps around her face like a red veil.   Green hues set right on his.   Her lips left ajar, as if she was going to speak,   but no words passed through.   Thoughts swirled around her mind;   she was trying to pick things to tease him with.   She could roll her body against his, yes.   But, she could also run her fingertips down his chest,   or, the best. She could pull at his shirt until he pulled it off.   And that's the idea she decided to go with.   Her eyes pulled away from his, and her fingers from his back.   Her body was still pressed tightly to his.   His grip on her had always been strong emotionally,   but physically, that felt even better. )         "Got a strong grip there, Gally...           Think you're gonna lose me?" (  She didn't move her body, no.    That'd be annoying for them both.    Instead; her fingers ran to the hem of his shirt,    and she pulled at the fabric like a needy child would    to its mother.    As she was pulling at his shirt, she looked up at him,    with the utmost saddening eyes, and she even pushed her lip out.    For a dramatic feel, of course.    Since she was a drama queen. )

     Relax! It’s fine!       I’m flambéing bananas.

 "You're setting bananas on fire?       Adie, I don't know a thing about cooking,             but what the hell is that gonna do?"

            “I see you’ve learned sarcasm.                          Been spending some quality time with Gally then?”

 "Learned it? I was born with it.        Now don't go there Minho.    Nobody wants to hear me ramble on about Gally."

               ”Oh? But what if I think it’s super cute and fits you perfectly.”

 "If you're gonna call me that,             then I get to call you dickbutt."

    “I’ll help you,      but only if you don’t punch me again.”

 "I can't make a promise like that,    but I do need some pain killers,    because this is just hell.    I mean who leaves soap all over the floors?"