#bejcweled

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"can we forget about the things i said when i was drunk?"

nancy didn't want to believe that they did anything wrong, they were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. but almost all the clues pointed to them. they had motivation, to top it off. nancy needed to be up front and honest with them and, hopefully, they'd be the same way. she guessed they would rather have her questioning them than the police, who were wanting nancy to figure out this case. "i just need to know what you were doing three nights ago." if it was nothing, it would be no big deal. "i need something. it can be someone who could confirm where you were, a picture from your phone with the date, anything." she really wanted to believe them.

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a simper tugged at her lips when he uttered those words coming from the male, eyes full of excitement. maybe it made her a little messed up in the head to enjoy such a thing, but prue just couldn't help herself. she laughed softly then, head canting to the side as she dared to step closer to him. most likely a poor decision, but one she didn't hesitate to make. "oh? you think i've been a bad girl? are you just so disappointed in me?" she taunted, tone mocking. it was all about getting a rise out of him after all. seeing how far she could push until there was a reaction. "and just how do you plan on punishing me, hmm ? come on ... show me that you can be creative."

declan tried his best to not lash out at brooklyn, to keep himself as composed as he possibly could. knew that she didn't do well when he got slightly confrontational with her. he wasn't necessarily gifted with the ability to practice patience or understanding, but he tried. he was doing what he could to keep calm and hear her out. he just couldn't understand why she didn't listen to him in the first place, because the disaster could've been easily avoided if she had. the blonde inhaled sharply, turning away from brooklyn for a moment to truly get himself pulled together. reminded himself that while his feelings were mostly valid, he couldn't direct that anger at brooklyn, because it wasn't entirely her fault at the end of the day. she was just a little bit too naïve and she often failed to think critically. once he was certain his emotions were under his own control, he faced her again and gave her a curt nod. "well, thankfully you have someone like me around to get you out of these messes."

of course he wasn't going to make this easy for her. he never fucking did. she supposed she only had herself to blame at the end of the day, though. she provoked him intentionally, sent pictures just to rub using them for a dating app in his face as if she'd ever follow through with it. prue had never placed herself above begging. in fact, she thought it was a rather effective way to get what she wanted. "please," she whined, desperation oozing from her tone. "please let me finish," she begged, hand squeezing at his arm. "i'm sorry for being a brat. i won't do it again." that part was certainly a lie, she had been a brat most of her life, she wasn't about to stop now. "just please ... please let me cum. i can't take it anymore"

"i think you'd be good to me and i'd be so good to you."