throw my hand on a b l a d e for you [roxie];

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Roxie was biting her lip so hard that she could almost feel her canines piercing into her skin. That hunger she had for Brodee was growing and gnawing at her. Now that she had sunk her teeth in and had a taste, she was far from satisfied. When he bent down to peer into her eyes, she knew he realized that she was high off her face, but at that point Roxie quite frankly didn't care. If even possible, it made the situation exponentially more enjoyable.

"You're rollin' aren't you? I knew it." he said smugly, sitting up.

Not even needing to reply with words, Roxie narrowed her eyes and her lips pulled into an incredibly self satisfied smirk. Propping herself up on one arm so that their hips touched- something Roxie noticed Brodee carefully trying to avoid- she put a single finger to his lips and whispered: "Shh."

That was when his hands started traveling and he spoke with his usual egotistical, thick accent that made Roxie hang onto his every word, whether they were for the purpose of distraction or not. Her currently hypersensitive touch made every move of his hands feel like a sledgehammer taking swings at the door of an animal's cage. Roxie had been desperately trying to keep this creature leashed for the time being, but it was Brodee, and he was definitely pushing the limits.

When his cool hands found their way under her shirt, all bets were off. Oh yes, she was rolling, and the smoothness of his skin against hers felt so good that it made Roxie almost physically shudder. A switch went off in her brain and that animal was out right as Brodee finished his enticing monologue.

"Honored in fact. Very honored."

As Brodee's hands made their way under her bra and he bit her neck, Roxie hooked a finger into the collar of his shirt and pulled him so that their two bodies were against each other, completely removing all space between them.

"Poor Brodee," she whispered, running her lips along his collarbone as he spoke. "You can't win against the girl who created the game. You must be terribly misinformed." She slid her hands down his chest and her lips reached his jawline. "And if I am so very privelaged to be in this position, I'm just going to have to change that, aren't I?"

Leaning back a bit, Roxie's hands went from his body to her own, and she expertly slipped her shirt over her head, tossing it to the ground alongside the picnic table. Gripping his shirt again, she tugged him so that his body was against hers again and breathed in his ear almost silently: "Game over."


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There would be no more questions. No need for answers. Not even a need for words. At this point their actions were there words. Their bodies the ink, and pure desire to feel skin to skin was their paper. She had removed all physical space between them. “Game over.”

There she was, shirtless, willing, ready, and able. This could only mean she wanted one thing. He smiled, biting his lip. They had pretty much been together a while, and still kept sex out of the equation. Sure almost every touch between them was dripping with sexual tension, but that didn’t diminish his egotistical belief that he was sexually sacred. No. He wasn’t a virgin. Yes. He was experienced, just not a whore. The thing is Brodee was gifted, and he knew it. He knew it wasn’t something people saw every day. And he thought that it was an earned right to sleep with him.

Roxie had more than earned it.

Brodee sat back up, wordless and biting his lip. He stared down at Roxie laying there underneath him. He was at the brink of his feelings crashing down on him but he with held it. But god she was beautiful. He tugged his shirt over his head smirking and tossing it to the side. With that out of the way he skillfully slid one finger down to the edge of her shorts unbuttoning them and then going for his own.

Fade out

As Brodee got up he groaned in pain. “For the record we’re never fucking on a picnic table again.” He looked down at his red slightly splintered knees, as he tugged up his pants. He looked at Roxie, who was still laying on the table, propped up on her elbows, fully nude, smirking at him. He smiled at her as he tugged his belt through the pant loops. “Cheeky,” he uttered as he leaned forward kissing her. He grabbed his v-neck out of the grass and tugged it over his head.

“Now let’s just hope security didn’t hear you.”

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Listening to Brodee complain suited Roxie just fine at the moment. She was smirking successfully, content on the picnic table. After all her hard work, she had finally earned what she had been jocking for and it had been exactly as good as she expected.

"Cheeky," he said, kissing her and pulling his shirt on over his head. "Now let's just hope the security didn't hear you."

"Me? Cheeky? Never!" she replied with a wink, poking around and collecting her clothes from the surrounding area, putting them back on quickly. "And besides, the security is so used to hearing Lucky and Venom, they're probably grateful for the change of pitch."

Like a princess she sat on top of the picnic table and crossed her legs, wiping some of the dirt from the table off her hands. The sun had gone down and the lights from the buses were shining brightly. Then again, Roxie didn't have anything to do until midnight, so she was certainly in no rush.

"I do agree with you though, I am far too much of a diva for outdoor activities such as this. Next time, we're kicking Venom and Lucky out of the bus."

Roxie stood up and brushed herself out, attempting to tame her unruly hair slightly. She grinned and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Brodee's shoulders and putting her forehead against his. He was adorable, and probably the only person on the planet earth who made her so... ugh, squishy.

"Unfortunately I won't be joining you this evening. Sonny, King and I are going on a jaunt around midnight," she said tentatively, trying to be as cute as possible as to avoid his disapproval. Roxie was pretty sure he wouldn't be too fond of her disappearances into the night.

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Brodee pulled his shirt down over his head and looked at Roxie sitting up cross legged on the table. It was probably the most vulnerable and dainty he had ever seen her. Not that she was doing anything in particular to make her look that way. She just was. She was brushing the dirt off the table, and more than likely, unaware that Brodee was watching her. She was still naked and her wavey black hair was tangled, messy, and probably still a bit damp with sweat. But she had an after-glow about her that Brodee had never seen in her before. And it just made him all the more attracted to her.

“And besides, the security is so used to hearing Lucky and Venom, they're probably grateful for the change of pitch.” Brodee could help but burst out laughing. And it probably was true. Lucky and Venom were always fucking. Either that, or fighting. But a good 80 percent of the time they were having sex. “Probably. Anyone ever told you you’re kinda cute when you’re screaming?” Okay, now Brodee was being cheeky. "I do agree with you though, I am far too much of a diva for outdoor activities such as this. Next time, we're kicking Venom and Lucky out of the bus." “You know babe, there is always the hotel. Each member of the headliner bands gets one complimentary, cos there is no way I’m having sex in one of those tiny ass bunks.”

Roxie got up off the table and wrapped herself around him. It was things like this that made them look cute, functional, and…normal. Which was funny cos they were hardly any of those. Brodee wrapped his hands around Roxie’s bare waist as she stood on her tip toes pressing her forehead against his. Brodee was bit more than average height which worked to his advantage in over-powering most people. "Unfortunately I won't be joining you this evening. Sonny, King and I are going on a jaunt around midnight." Brodee wasn’t too fond of this idea. But Roxie was a grown woman and was not about to be controlled by any man. So Brodee gritted his teeth and kept his opinions to himself. He simply leaned forward, and gave her a quick kiss. “Alright, fine, I won’t object.” He slid his hand down and smacked her bare ass, “and as much as I’m loving this you may actually wanna get dressed before we get kicked out.”

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Alright, alright Roxie. Time to stop stalling and move.

"As much as I’m loving this you may actually wanna get dressed before we get kicked out.” Brodee chuckled, giving her ass a slap.

Grinning, she made fast work of throwing her clothes on and turned the hotel idea over in her head. Why she hadn't thought of that before escaped her, but Brodee made a valid point. Barbie the Dyke usually got treated to a room for each band member, but this time she had gotten bunked with Haylee-Rae. Not that Roxie didn't like Haylee, because she definitely did, but it would be slightly awkward if Roxie was fucking Haylee's brother in their hotel room.

"That is a much better idea, I definitely agree with that. Besides, once we get to the next venue- what, is it maine or something?- we get our own hotel rooms too." she laughed, sitting up on the picnic table again and peering at him.

He was slightly disheveled- after all, they had just had sex on a picnic table- but she liked it that way. Brodee was always impeccably assembled and looking sharp enough to cut through steel, but every now and again he looked a bit haphazard. His hair was kind of messy and his body had a bit of a radiance from the sweat of sex. Gotta love the down and dirty.

Roxie could also tell that Brodee wasn't thrilled at her schedule for the evening, but it was something he had learned to tolerate. She always came back the next morning exhausted and flopped in bed next to him, nearly pushing him out of his own bed by trying to bury herself in his chest. As long as she came back without scars or handcuffs, he usually didn't mind.

"Oh, don't give me that look." she said with a lighthearted eyeroll. "One day you'll get used to it."

She smiled that disarming smile and winked at him as if to set his nerve straight. More flies with honey, after all.

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