“What the fuck is that?” His eyes are wide as saucers...maybe even more.

“Why? Don’t you like it?” She swirls and wiggles that tight leather clad ass of hers. “It was Alison’s idea.”
“No, I don’t like it,” he scowls, but an arched snow colored brow confronts him on his lie.

“You don’t?” The weather witch stalks him like a cat, prowling circles around him, teasing him….stoking him. “Too bad, because Kurt said….”

-SNIKT-

“What did the German devil say?” He is in full possessive mode now…..and that excites her.
“He said, vonderbar,” she ends with flair and a bow, imitating their teleporting teammate.

“Well, I say, get it the fuck offa ya,” he steps forward and grabs her waist, pulling her to him. “Hey!!”

“Gotcha. It’s a clip-on dumbo.” The vixen psyched him. “If this is the way I can get you to touch me….

….then guess which part of my body, I am actually going to get pierced.”