The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

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In her hands was a kitten shaped origami piece.

"Whenever you want, you can take a walk in the garden and have roses," Then she rose the piece to his face. "Or you can look at this cute thing that you can never have in real life and play with it."

"And your allergies?" His voice was small as he spoke. Emotions were swelling around his chest as he did so, and the moment he looked at her hands, he nearly choked. "Paper cuts?"

"It itches but not as badly. Plus, as I said, I sucked at it. Had to keep redoing it all day. One reason I couldn't send a message," She said, eyes studying his face. "You don't like it, do you? I told Elise but she said the little things always ma—"

He kissed her.

His body pressed her to the car, his hand raising her leg to his waist while his lips tried to convey the words he couldn't tell her.

Every move of her lips on his seemed to set fireworks on his body, burning him as he felt her hands wrap around his neck and pull him closer.

Paris pulled away first. Small breaths left his lips as he rested his forehead on hers. It felt like electricity still sizzled between both of them from being this close. "Thank you,"

"For what?"

"This," He said, moving away now. "Even though it's clear you're a horrible gift giver."

"Oh?" She said, another grin appearing on her lips, his car keys now in her hands as she wiggled it. "You know this isn't all, right?"

"There's more?"

"Of course," Her grin widened. "But not to worry, Hermes. Eros would be there as well."

~

"Wow. She is a horrible gift giver,"

Alex's driving abilities were topnotch, though it didn't surprise him too much, and she'd been right because they had gotten Marcos who also had his collar on.

It was the opposite of his. White, with the word 'PUPPY' and a dog bone tab dangling from it that had the word 'Eros' on it.

When he had noticed Paris', his eyes widened, "I like his!"

Alex had ruffled his hair and said in a gentle tone, "Puppies don't share the same collars with Kittens, darling."

He pouted, and Paris couldn't help it when he stuck out a tongue, at him which Marcos did in return and got a hit on his head by Alex for being 'mean'.

That made Paris smile.

Now, she drove them to Allure, and once again, they walked in, the receptionist there now a man who acted like Alex was an idol of his for some reason before sending them off to the elevator.

This time anyway, they had headed down, instead of up, reaching a place that looked like an underground club, with the dark lights and sexual energy radiating all around.

And Paris had been right, except it wasn't any club.

It was a BDSM club.