Slight spice below enJOY-

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"On the bed." Ashley stated simply as they entered her bedroom in her apartment; her place was the closest rather than drive all the way back to Nockfell.

"... What?" Larry asked, brow raising as he looked between her and Sal. "Did you mean Sal? I think she meant-"

"Nope." Ashely flashed a wicked grin, crimson lips dark in the low lighting of her bedroom. "On the bed, Johnson." She stepped closer- slowly, with each fall of heel a staccato in the silence- deliberate, like a tiger honing in on it's prey. "Do not," she began, voice low, emerald gaze locked on his own chocolate, "make me repeat myself again, Larry."

Sal grinned from his position beside the closet, having paused halfway to grabbing her box of toys to watch as Larry was thrown out of his element. And thrown he was- his eyes wide, his hands shaking- but there- that twitch of the corner of his lips, the mischief that colored his features. Not too thrown, it seems.

"Make. Me." Larry countered, watching as Ashley's lips parted, a smart retort no doubt on the tip of her tongue before they closed, curling into a smirk. The next moment, he was shoved back, falling onto her bed, her heel pressed to his goin, pressing. "Didn't take you for a brat." A glance towards Sal. "I'll have fun making you scream for me tonight."