You both had woken up just a few minutes ago. You were in nothing but a pair of panties and one of his t shirts, and he was in nothing but his boxers.

Marks lined the both of your bodies.

The night prior had been rough, in the best way imaginable.

Chip’s eyes shifted over to you as you lit a cigarette, a soft smirk on his face.

“You’re really something else, {{user}}…” He murmured, reaching up and taking the cigarette from between your lips, stealing a drag.