#bergen_county

"Wait!" He exclaims and leaps up, rummaging in the trunk to return with an old blanket. "Dad makes me carry this. Good thing!"

She blinks, confused. "You interrupted me." A shake of her head, and she smiles, watching him.

"Yeah, but...." He rejoins her and covers them both; between this and the warm engine it's quite cozy indeed. "Sorry, go on."

"I SUPPOSE I can forgive you, this time." Curling up against his side. "Mmm, where was I..." A hand lightly tickles his chest. "Oh, yes. Chess pie. It's not an ordinary pie, no fruit in it... and just a bottom crust. A cornmeal crust normally, and the filling is sweet like in a pecan pie, but no nuts - at least, not the way Mama Vera makes it."

Hand trailing down to lightly play over his stomach, fingers tracing through the fabric of his shirt.

Adam should be interested... very interested... in the play of female fingers... the press of her warm form against his side. But... instead, he's... hungry? That pie sounds REALLY good.

"Sounds good. Is it, like, a checkerboard?" He turns, rolling toward her, and his own hands wander to explore the curves and lines of her side.

"You're making me hungry." He murmurs.

"Nope, just a sugar pie, Sugarpie. I don't actually know why it's called that." He likes the feel of her skin - but... a distraction. He keeps thinking about that pie. It's not an obsession - nor even a yearning. And as she leans over to slide her hands up under his shirt and steal a kiss, it may even fade a bit... but he's still thinking about this kind of pie he's never heard of.

"Really -am- hungry....." muttered against her lips.

He nibbles at her, gently.

"You sure you're not hungry?"

"Hmmm... maybe. You tell me..." She leans back, giving him a mysterious smile. "Would you rather stay here for a bit, or go get a snack?" It's up to him, really but that pie sounds awfully good. And as delightfully distracting as Piper is - it seems almost like she's a distraction from his thoughts of dessert, rather than the other way around?

The mirrored butterfly does not flap around per se, but it hovers nearby.

"I want.... I want... I want you, Piper, really, but.... my mouth is watering over that.... you said chess pie? Like the game, right? Is it Californian? Do they have it here?"

She leans up and gives him a kiss on the forehead, releasing the cantrip... the thoughts of pie may still linger, but he no longer feels an urge to go get some right now. "How about now?"

"Woah. Are your kisses magic?" He blinks.

"Now that's a compliment I like... but it's my magic that's magic." Sitting up a bit, but still maintaining that pleasant contact as she leans against him. "Before it fades - focus on how that felt. Mm? Can you tell the difference between how it felt to want that treat... vs. this one?" A sultry grin - even when trying to make a point, she can't help but flirt.

A deep breath, lifting her. "Uh.... yeah. Yeah, it's different. Like.... the pie should have been the distraction, not you. Didn't make sense. This...." His hands wander lower. "....makes sense...."

"I DO want you to remember that." She leans into his touch. "Not everyone who may try to tempt you has your best interests in mind... but if you have an idea what to look for, it can help you resist." And she lets his hands explore freely. "IF you want to."

"Right now, I don't want to resist. At all." A pause. "Is that you again?" He does not seem too concerned about it, but he asks.

She shakes her head, then nods. "It's me.... but just me. No voodoo other than my feminine wiles."

"Oooohhh... -Good- voodoo." He draws her close for a long kiss.

And, she will gladly acquiesce - fading for a bit to teenage hormones?

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Adam is very willing and ready to take things as far as Piper will allow.... and yes, fade to hormones!

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Somewhere, Nab lights a chimerical cigarette