<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 10th - 5:00am</strong></span><br/><em>Garage</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/63/b8/22/63b8226097dc0f240ffc3e3462892001.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Tank Top, Coveralls, Boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong> Catching up like whoa<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> Mmmmm. It's <em>definitely</em> CJ!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>CJ Santoro, Closed</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"Please do, please test it. <em>Thoroughly</em>," he said with a sudden look of absolute seriousness on his face. Of course, he was happy to see her, but testing out his virility was an important job that couldn't be handled with enough haste. It was imperative they get it handled and checked out right away. It was so good to have her back, and already they were back to normal, having been together for less than five minutes and already erasing any awkwardness that an entire <em>year</em> should have brought up between the two of them.<br/><br/> Even their physical chemistry had no rust whatsoever, and without even trying they were all over each other. Yeah, the only difference was the setting, because nothing had changed between Kaine and CJ. Not one bit. He paused to look around the garage he'd built up from the original storeroom the size of a house with only a few tools after CJ's compliment. It <em>was</em> like his second home...third if he considered his parents place. "Thanks. I put a lot of work into it...I come here to think and get away and work on Betty. It's my home away from home," he said while nodding his head toward the Cathedral not even one-hundred feet away. <br/><br/>His hearing seemed to go in and out as he focused on CJ's heartbeat, her scent, the way the lights shone on her skin and how her hair was somehow <em>more</em> purple than the last time they'd seen each other. "Where in the <em>fuck</em> do you keep finding hair dye?," he asked without thought as he reached up absentmindedly to stroke a lock of it before he smacked that beautiful derriere once again and resumed playing with her perfectly formed cheeks, as so often around her he'd just blurt out things. She was one of the few who could get him to slip up like that, and often too. <br/><br/>During the many interruptions between their makeout session, she asked him to regale her about his past year, causing him to take a deep breath and go "Weeeeeeeellllllll," before she jumped back in, and confirmed she meant the highlights and not the entire autobiography from start to finish. Each detour she made in kissing him caused him to shift and squirm and fall further victim to CJ's spell that she just could poof, cast on him just like that.<br/><br/> At the same time, his hands were not idle, and when he wasn't fondling her ass, he was touching all the spots he'd discovered during their time together, seeing what still ticked her boxes. "Uhhh lemme see, where to start? Got a ton of new students. There was the time I was on a supply run and came across a cache of stuff that I <em>didn't</em> know some bandits were hoarding. They saw me take it and uhhh, caught me with my pants down, let's say," he told her sheepishly. They'd literally caught him trying his hardest to get some relief with a damn lizard watching him. "It's so damn hard to fight bandits with your pants around your ankles." He grinned and planted his lips on hers once again. "That's embarrassing story number one. I got plenty more where that came from."<br/></span><br/>