need a hand? {kit}

[SUNNY EMBER CLYVIS]

i'm feeling so hot,

for you...

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad32/paperheartx_x/bg3.png); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] After countless hours of shopping along the strips, Sunny needed something to eat. A girl like Sunny always had to have food or she just wasn't the nicest person to be around when she was hungry. The air conditioning was cranked up and the music was blasting. She was cruising alone just having herself a grand time and then that ended. Her stirring wheel went crazy, her car swerved on the road. Grabbing a steady grip Sunny took back control of her pearl white BMW. She pulled over to the side of the road. She let out a puff of air and rushed out the car to see what was the damage. "Shit! Great, when I'm hungry and don't have triple A. Fantastic." Cursing out loud to herself, speaking out of frustration. A flat tired. How was she suppose to know about these things. This is a perfect reason for why men a so useful. Sunny took out her phone and called up the one person she knew that could help out or so she though, her father. The line rang, and rang but no answer. She grunted and stomped her foot. "Seriously, father?!" snapping at the fact that her father didn't answer. Of course she didn't bother leaving a message so she figured that she would do this all by my herself and see where the would get her. She had seen it been done before in countless of movies. Sunny opened the drivers side door to lower the window down, and popped the trunk of the car. Closing the car door she walked to the back of of her car to search for an 'x' shaped looking tool or so she thought she knew. It wasn't easy to find things in her trunk just because there were so many shopping bags that made it rather difficult. She rolled her eyes as she conitued to dig her way through inbetween the bags. Her lon legs perfectly tanned, her ass sticking out as she leaned in forward trying to find this car tool.

CREDIT TO OH HAI JENNERS ?! OF CAUTION 2.0

[KIT THEODORE WARD]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] you say i'm a kid, my ego is big i don't give a shit and it goes like this take me by the tongue and i'll know you kiss me til you're drunk and i'll show you all the moves like jagger i've got the moves like jagger i've got the moves like jagger i don't need to try and control you look into my eyes and i'll own you with them moves like jagger i've got them moves like jagger - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i've got them moves like jagger Kit had found himself in an unfamiliar neighbourhood. He’d gone home with some girl last night, and after the obligatory ‘not quite drunk enough for this to not be awkward’ sex, they’d slept most of the day away. When he’d woken up, she was talking about going to get something to eat, so he’d made up something about already having plans and taken the opportunity to slip away. He was partly relieved at his escape, but partly frustrated by his lack of forethought. He didn’t have his car. He wasn’t sure where he was, or how he’d gotten here from the bar last night, or exactly what he was going to do now. So he was just wandering. He was pretty sure today was his day off, so he didn’t have anything really to do. Why not just wander through dull little residential streets, looking for a familiar landmark? Why the hell not? He rounded one indistinct looking corner – and suddenly, he found that he believed in God. There was no familiar landmark in front of him, but there was the most perfect ass he’d ever seen. For a second he came to a complete stop, staring unashamedly at the girl rummaging in the trunk of her car. Long legs, ass swaying slightly as she moved… Good Lord. What a sight. He recovered his wits enough to stop just standing there and gawping. Took a few cautious steps forward, wondering whether she would evaporate in a puff of ‘too good to be true’, like a mirage. She didn’t, so he resumed a regular pace until he’d drawn level with her car. He slipped his hands in his pockets, watching her for another blissful timeless moment, then cleared his throat and spoke up. “Look’ee here. It’s a damsel in distress. You need a hand?” note – this is a terrible response. sorry. no muse. will improve! ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY MAROON 5

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[SUNNY EMBER CLYVIS]

i'm feeling so hot,

for you...

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad32/paperheartx_x/bg3.png); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] "Come on, where is this stupid thing?!" She spoke to herself still trying to feel for the tool. No luck but that was about to change, right? She was just about to give up and try calling her father once again but within that train of thought, Sunny was startled by a cool confident voice coming from behind her. She smiled and laughed silently with a smile playing on her lips. "Oh god! Please, take whatever you want! Please don't hurt me!" She acted out playfully before standing up straight and turned on her heels. Her eyebrow risen at the view in front of her. Sunny bit the corner of her lower lip and just stood there looking at him. Admiring his presence. "Actually, I do." Replying as she walked over to the side of her car, pointing to her problem; her tire. Looking back to him she shrugged, "I have no idea how it happened, I don't even care how it happened. All I care about is you getting this car fixed for me and get me something to eat. You can come along too, take it as a way of me paying you for your help." Sunny was kind of hoping that he could help her, if not then he would be at no use to her.

CREDIT TO OH HAI JENNERS ?! OF CAUTION 2.0

[KIT THEODORE WARD]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] you say i'm a kid, my ego is big i don't give a shit and it goes like this take me by the tongue and i'll know you kiss me til you're drunk and i'll show you all the moves like jagger i've got the moves like jagger i've got the moves like jagger i don't need to try and control you look into my eyes and i'll own you with them moves like jagger i've got them moves like jagger - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i've got them moves like jagger “Oh God! Please, take whatever you want! Please don’t hurt me!” She said playfully, and Kit laughed. A sense of humour was nice. Of course with an ass like that she didn’t really need anything else going for her, but a touch of personality was an added bonus. She looked at him, teeth sunk into her bottom lip, and he smiled. He knew the look. She liked what she saw. He liked that. It was nice to be appreciated, even if just on face value. “Actually I do.” She moved round the side of the car to point out her problem – just a flat. Well, that was lucky. Kit may have technically been a mechanic, working at a garage and all, but he left most of the complicated tinkering to Liam. Cars didn’t hold much of an interest for him. But a flat tyre? He could do that in his sleep. Easy stuff. She went on, explaining her complete lack of knowledge on the problem, offering to let him tag along to get something to eat… His kind of a girl. “Well, this is your lucky day. I just so happen to be a mechanic, so I’m perfectly poised to help you out. And I never pass up a free meal.” He gave her a grin, then paused, resting his hands briefly on his hips in business-like fashion, considering the tyre. “You have a spare, right? And a jack?” She must, right? What kind of person drives around without a spare tyre and a jack? If she didn’t, she was kind of screwed. He wasn’t Jesus. He couldn’t turn thin air into automotive equipment. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY MAROON 5

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[SUNNY EMBER CLYVIS]

i'm feeling so hot,

for you...

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad32/paperheartx_x/bg3.png); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] The weather wasn't getting any cooler than before, in fact it was getting hotter and it was slowly driving Sunny insane. She smiled when he told her what he did. Strong and sexy, that was a plus. Sunny had to find out more if it was the last thing she did. "Thank you, really. means alot but I never said anything about free food. Free food is pretty much telling me that you're cheap and not worth my time." She looked away from him, resting her slender body against the car. She crossed her legs listening him asking her for all these type of different car stuff. She looked at him again and laughed, pointing out to the color of her hair. "In case you over looked, I'm blonde. I don't jack from jack about cars, I just drive what looks good on me." Sunny responded cocky. She could care less if he wasn't interested now but that didn't mean she wasn't. "I have stuff in the trunk not really sure if it's something you might need. You can have look." Trying to help him out, she wasn't the clueless but really didn't know much about changing tries or things like that. "What would you like to eat, once we're done here?" She asked giving him the option to choose. I hope it's me. Sunny thought to herself smiling as she watched him.

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[KIT THEODORE WARD]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] you say i'm a kid, my ego is big i don't give a shit and it goes like this take me by the tongue and i'll know you kiss me til you're drunk and i'll show you all the moves like jagger i've got the moves like jagger i've got the moves like jagger i don't need to try and control you look into my eyes and i'll own you with them moves like jagger i've got them moves like jagger - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i've got them moves like jagger “Thank you, really. Means a lot. But I never said anything about free food. Free food is pretty much telling me that you’re cheap and not worth my time.” She said, leaning against the side of the car. So she was one of those girls. Driving her white BMW, sticking her ass in the air to flag down assistance, not giving the time of the day to honest working guys. Well… nobody was perfect. He’d had his share of girls like that, but never for very long. If a girl was sniffing around Kit for money, they were barking up the wrong tree. He could barely pay his rent, and his student loans pretty much restricted his lifestyle to the bare minimum of excess. Still, he laughed. “Oh, and what happened to this food being payment for my services, eh? Or does the payment lie in the pleasure of your company? Tell you what, either way you’re lucky I’m a charitable sort and don’t mind working for free. And buying you dinner – I wouldn’t mind doing that. How about that?” Yeah. Taking pretty girls out for a meal was included in his definition of ‘the bare minimum’. As long as it didn’t happen too often. She proceeded to spout off something about her being a dumb blonde. He wasn’t sure he believed that, but fine. If that’s how she wanted to play it. “Well, it definitely does look good on you.” He confirmed. She offered for him to look in the back of the trunk, and well… didn’t look like he had a choice. He circled round to the back of the car and hesitated a second, briefly intimidated by the sheer amount of stuff packed into her trunk. “Had a busy day shopping? Hope you didn’t spend all your poor boyfriend’s money.” She wanted to play the ‘I’m a poor vacuous blonde stereotype’ and he could help her along – he was also curious to know if she had a boyfriend, and whether she might confirm or deny that she did. Trivial things like boyfriends and husbands didn’t usually stop Kit, but it was usually much harder work to charm a woman who was already enamoured with somebody else. He moved aside a few bags and came across the jack, dropped it on the sidewalk with a clatter, then resumed the search. The spare tyre – if she had one, please say she did – would most likely be middle of the trunk, flat against the bottom – yeah. He extracted it from the mess of shopping bags with some difficulty. “What would you like to eat, once we’re done here?” She asked, and Kit, on his knees by the side of the car, fitting the jack in place along the frame, shrugged. Glanced up at her with a grin. “Oh, I’m a gentleman. I’ll let the lady decide. What do you fancy?” ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY MAROON 5

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[SUNNY EMBER CLYVIS]

i'm feeling so hot,

for you...

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad32/paperheartx_x/bg3.png); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Still watching him amazed with his manly poise. Sunny did her very best in trying to lure him in, like she always did when it came to getting what she wanted. She knew just how to do it well. Running a hand through her gold locks of long hair, then using her butt to push herself off the car. Her plaid button down shirt was making her hotter, smiling playfully she untied the ends of the hems removing the shirt and tied it around her waist. "It's so hot. How long do you think this is going to take?" She asked him while looking down at her breast as she adjusted her bikini top properly. "Well, technically you haven't finished the job yet." She was having fun with this guy and she had just met him. "And Yes, my company is worth every penny. You'll see." Sunny spoke looking up to the sky with her eyes closed as the sun hit her flawless skin. She listened to him as his spoke about something involving her having a boyfriend. Still looking up she answered him, "Thank you and nope, no boyfriend and I would love it if you bought me dinner." Looking back to him Sunny walked over to where he was now at the front of the car. "Does this mean I get to buy you lunch?" She teased. She squatted down beside him, running her fingers through his short hair, her eyes fixed on him as he worked. "Do wanna drive?" She offered and stopped messing with his hair. Sunny would love it if she had someone to drive her around places everyday. She was that spoiled. Not really lazy, she just loved living like a princess you can say it. Titling her head to get a better look at him, her face merely inches from his. She wanted to get a better look at the color of his eyes, was that so wrong? Her lips moved to ask him a question, still not moving. "What color are they?" Her eyes locked onto his waiting for an answer. She waited a for a second or two before backing away and standing up straight on her feet. "I can go for anything right about now. Seriously, this is killing me. I need food like now. Plus you're driving, so you pick!" She demanded, as she waited.

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