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[hatingyou]

because yeah

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[ridestherider]

You are super mad everything I say is logically sound, aren't you?

[hatingyou]

Literally nothing you have said is logical. Every single word that has come out of your mouth has only served to prove you're incapable of not butting in on other people's business.

[ridestherider]

[Leaning down, hands on her hips.]

You continually denying it doesn't make you right.

[hatingyou]

You forcing your own beliefs and opinions doesn't make you right. It makes you a sad, pathetic woman.

[ridestherider]

Come up with a new insult would you?

[hatingyou]

It's a statement of fact. It's not my problem if you can't comprehend it.

[ridestherider]

You're gonna put me to sleep.

[hatingyou]

Parrot your bullshit somewhere else.

[ridestherider]

Who's parroting? You're the one saying the same things over and over.

[hatingyou]

You're the one trying to tell me what I should or shouldn't do and completely missing the fact that no one cares what you have to say.

[ridestherider]

No one gives a shit about what you have to say either. Lead by example.

[hatingyou]

You brought it on yourself, you idiot.

[ridestherider]

You're the one who keeps saying what I say or do doesn't matter; make up your mind, which is it? Am I making you act like an ass because what I'm doing makes a difference in how you act or are you just being like this because you have a rod up your ass?

[hatingyou]

I've met whelks with better comprehension skills than you. Just stop. Talking.

[ridestherider]

Fine.

[Pinning his hands and leaning down to kiss him, not really giving him a whole lot of room to argue.]

[hatingyou]

[ pinning his hands doesn't mean he's not still going to try to control it; shifting beneath her and trying to pull his arms loose. there's zero hesitation and it's anything but gentle--he's going at it with the force of a man quite used to getting what he wants ]

[ridestherider]

[That is not the reaction she thought she was going to get, and her grip on his wrists does loosen, although she's not letting up otherwise. She squirms when he shifts, biting less than gently at his lip.]

[hatingyou]

[ It's shutting her up, at least, and his head's tilting, tongue pushing past her lips. He's not backing down, still working to free his arms and letting out a low growl ]

[ridestherider]

[More or less, anyway -- she's making a small pleased noise and unpinning his hands so she can brace her hands against the floor instead, a little off-balance but perfectly happy to shift against him and slide her tongue across to meet his.]

[hatingyou]

[ sliding one hand up to clutch at her jaw while the other slides down against her waist, fingers curling in her shirt and mouth working a little more feverishly ]

[ridestherider]

[Shuddering and craning into his touch, sliding a hand down to grip at the fabric of his shirt, fingers dragging against the skin under his collar.]

[hatingyou]

[ letting out a slow, staggered breath and arching beneath her, the pads of his fingers running over the skin of her stomach ]

[ridestherider]

[Leaning heavily into the warmth of his fingers and shifting her hips to press down against him as he arches, biting sharply at his bottom lip.]

[hatingyou]

[ groaning quietly and pushes his hand up higher, nails scraping over her ribs as his other hand curls tightly in her hair ]

[ridestherider]

[Lets slip a shuddering gasp, squeezing his sides with her thighs out of reflex and letting her fingernails scrape against his collar.]