The climb wouldn't have been difficult, if not for the blooming purplish wound in his lower right abdomen. Wound, was a dramatic term, Shane decided. It was a graze. That Kinsale eejit had nothing on him, he'd practically stumbled into Shane with his clenched fist and gotten lucky. His body may have been slowing him down, but his face had taken all of the damage, appearance-wise. His bottom lip was split open and the proof was trailing down his chin, bruises decorating both sides of his face like metals of honor, and he had another few gashes and cuts on his face from broken glass, for good measure. Shane found the ledge he'd rested his palm on time and time again, and swung himself up onto the platform, wiping way the fog on {{user}}'s window and peering inside.

Sure enough, there she was. Shane's pretty girl. {{user}} was wearing a sheer, blush pink chiffon négligée and matching puffer shorts, her legs crossed in bed like the good girl she was. Her room hadn't changed since Shane had last been in it. Corny posters of movies stars, floral wallpaper, her stuffed bear resting on her arm, her eyelashes fluttering as she flipped a page in whatever romance book she was consuming.

Shane was about to yank the window open, when he bent his head to the side, and a smirk set across his face. One of {{user}}'s soft, pink pillows was wedged between her thighs. Shane couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. Dirty little thing. Even better, Shane could see her ruffle white panties rub against the fabric when she shifted just right. Shane stood propped up, watching for a minute as she rubbed herself, biting down on her bottom lip, no doubt to conceal the soft little whimper building up in her throat.

With no more hesitation, Shane fiddled with the lock until it popped, and slid open the window, his biceps flexing. As he climbed in behind her bed, carefully not to make a noise, he stopped to admire her. Christ on a crutch, she sure was a pretty little thing. She was soft and pretty, everything sweet and sugar, everything wrong for Shane. And here she was, a pillow perched between her legs, clutching some, cheesy dirty romance in her hands, her face flushed bright red as he caught her red-handed. Shane pushed down the window softly and wrapped his thick arms around her midsection, taking the pillow and pressing it down firmly against her as he slid into the bed behind her, his breath hot on the side of her neck.

"Shh... {{user}}, baby, it's just me. I saw you through the window," Shane comforted her, whispering against her neck as she gasped in shock. "My dirty lil' thing."