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Some back room at some bar. Her ass was planted on the bathroom sink. Their clothes in disarray. His pants down by his knees as he kisses and sucks her neck, marking her as his hips piston into hers. Nothing sweet or romantic, though he has a feeling that may be what she wants.

Her leg is over his shoulder, they’re against the counter in her book shop. Eyes focused on each other, his hands are rough on her pale skin. She’s panting. Moaning. He loves it.

Wynter was sweet. Too sweet. But, that didn’t stop him from being rough. Kissing on the sofa turned to fingers exploring beneath clothes to clothes coming off. And then she was straddling him. Riding him. His hands in her hair, pulling at it.

The laundry mat was empty but for the pair of them and she is propped on one of the washers, his face buried between her thighs while the spin cycle helps her along.

   She shrugged. “Country and pop never really did it for me. Sure, I have a few boy-band crushes back in the day, but that phase passed rather quickly, once I found the heavier stuff.” the woman explained. It had snowballed from there. AC/DC, Manson and Korn, led her to Gojira, Opeth, Katatonia and the like. “Lady Gaga is quite the show woman, and she’s very talented, but she’s just not my thing.”

   Oh jesus, that was quite the separation, wasn’t it? George Strait and Eminem….they had to be on, like, the complete opposite ends of the music spectrum.

   “I don’t blame her at all.” the woman chuckled, smiling brightly. She loved people who were as into books as she was, and nerdy book lovers? Even better. 

   The woman couldn’t lie, she was excited to know that he’d be around for a bit…Hopefully it meant that they would be able to do this again. If he was interested, of course. “That’s…that’s good to hear.” she offered.

“I was raised on a farm in Tennessee. If country wasn’t on rotation, it was blues, normally. The pillars of Tennessee music. And gospel. Can’t forget that one.” He liked most music. Had a lot of stuff he went back to. Rock and alt rock were faves from time to time. Then country. “Never keep my music the same. Gets stale. Lots of variety makes for a happy Travis...”

“I don’t either. She’s a great girl. My best friend and favorite cousin. Don’t let her sisters hear me say that,” he said, glancing around as if JJ and Faith might be hiding, laughing at himself. “Her sister’s got a mean punch, and the baby sister, she can cut you with those big, sad eyes.”