<strong>Tagged</strong>: Aurora<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Garage<br/><hr/>Eyes went wide in anger. She made it out as if he had the easy job. “WELL FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING APOLOGY” He howled at her when she pointed at his chest. “You know how god dammed close I get to being stabbed, shot, run over or simply exploded? You know the feeling when you put on your helmet, thinking this might be the last time.” He moved closer, nearly touching her nose with his own.<br/><br/>“I could give a fuck about you and your fucking sponsors. If you wanted a fucking poster boy, hire a fucking silver tongued prick who could do that fucking thing for your, for fuck sakes! You hired me to be a fucking driver, you old hag.” He placed a finger at her chest, pressing against her business suit. “Why don’t you fucking try it, sitting on a metal box, filled with fucking fuel, while people fucking shoot at you!” He pressed his body closer to hers while his breathing began to grow more violent. “And I did not fuck you over that! If I wanted to fuck you, I would fucking say I wanted to fuck you.”<br/><br/>He scarcely remembered what happened in the short time after that. One minute he was fuming with anger, finally blurting out ‘you know what, fuck you!’, the next he was roughly grabbing her hair and pressing his lips against her own, locking them in place. The kiss was violent, rough and simply infested with lust. His whole body felt aflame, tight and coiled up, ready to pounce. He kissed her for a few seconds, in that violent way lovers sometimes do, before he placed his hands underneath her read and lifted her up, body spinning around and letting her sit on the desk. “Fuck you.” He moaned between kisses, finger nails searching for hidden pathways underneath her suit to mark her back, drawing delicious lines down her spine.