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"Fuck, baby-"

Callisto doesnt want to quibble about whether she's the type of girl who has sex with someone so soon. They'd been on a date, and that's more than she normally gets.

What she wants to focus on is how, right now, she's spread out beneath him - one hand braced on the headboard, the other squeezing her breast as he pounds into her. Each time her eyes flutter open, moans falling from her lips, her gaze rakes over his body hungrily, hips shifting up to meet his as best she can where his large hands hold her thighs open for him. Completely exposed.

It's not completely uncommon for Matt to go out of an evening. A sensible evening - a Friday, or a Saturday, even though the nature of his work doesn't necessarily mean he has to stick to the Monday to Friday schedule.

Tonight, he's been out at a club. The bass pumped through his system while he danced with a couple of people - buying and being bought drinks. It's the perfect set of circumstances for him to take someone home - but no one's really catching his eye. With that in mind, once he'd had his fill of dancing, Matt makes his way back to the bar - leaning against the sticky surface to wait for the bartender's attention. There's a shuffle beside him - someone new approaching for their drink - but Matt doesn't pay them any mind as he finally catches the bartender's eye.

There's a lull. Not that things were ever particularly tear-your-hair-out busy, but post midnight-pre breakfast is definitely the witching hour, which is why Chase likes the night shift so much.

(There will be, of course, customers - the kind that ensure he disappears into the back so that he can cook up some fries and hear nothing and see nothing).

He's left the kitchen for now, posting up against the counter while Toby works - fussing with the cutlery she's just rolled and probably about to earn himself a swat to his hand.

Chase is tired. It had been a long night on shift last night, and then when he’d gotten home he’d barely been in bed when Charlie had called and needed him. Not that he ever blamed her, or her anxiety, but when he was already running on fumes-

Maybe he shouldn’t have agreed to see Toby today - or should have called to raincheck, or something, because when he turns up at her door the older woman takes one look at him and pulls him in to cuddle.

Or - not cuddle. Chase gets something closer to coddled, laying sideways on her couch with his head in her lap, her delicate fingers gentle in her hair.

“‘M sorry,” He murmurs after a moment. “I know this isn’t what you invited me over here for.”

After all, Chase has zero problems being her boy toy. It’s this kind of affection he’s a little less used to.

All in all, Billie thinks she's doing a great job of not making a fuss.

Which isn't to say that she's quiet. No - there are tears streaming down her face, whimpers and moans falling from her throat as she clutches the meat of her thigh. As if that will make any difference.

Aldric, at least, keeps more of a level head.

Of course, the poor man's been in situations like this before, hasn't he?

He pulls the sash from Billie's waist, fastening it tight around her thigh to stem the blood flow. The whimpers don't quite stop, but she looks at him with wet, teary eyes - full of trust.

It wasn't uncommon for them to meet like this. They didn't necessarily run in the same circles, but Callisto's access to all sorts of weird and wonderful oddities that no one really asked about and give-no-fuck's attitude (not to mention the need to pay for medical bills) meant that their paths had crossed before.

As if Callisto ever minded when the handsome man turned up at the store.

Today, however, she's run into Ran in town - satchel tossed over one shoulder lighter for having just dropped off an order, thick boots solid against the pavement when she stops to squint over at him.

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YES hi hello! I think this mun is so great. They have amazing characters and I really enjoy their interconnected universes and storylines - it makes it easy and fun to write with multiple characters and have those threads of continuity. Which, also, they are so open to.

Those weren’t really the words Matt was expecting to hear when he opened the door, sniffling and shivering, after cancelling on the younger over the phone earlier.

“Ran?”

The question is posed dumbly, Matt blinking as though he’s seeing things - though his vision is quickly proven reliable when his brat pushes him inside and back towards the bedroom.