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See to Steve, the thing about feeling attractions to the opposite sex wasn't all about the body (although the butt was a very important factor to him) and not just the personality either (just as important as the tush, oh hubba hubba) but the smell.
Yes, the smell!
Nothing drove Steve more wild than what a girl smelt like…although to be frank he’d only dated 2 chicks in his entire life time, the first having kneed him in the groin for merely attempting to hug her, (that crazy bitch!) and the second…well er, he was kinda working his charm on that one. And hey, it was working for once! Go Burnside!
Since meeting her, Steve had dreamt of being this close to Claire like this. And now that dream was a reality he finally realized something.
“Man…you stink!”
“What!?” Claire cried, shoving the redhead back in surprise, “Excuse me!?”
Oh crap, did he say that out loud?
“E-Er, I mean…of lavender,” Steve nervously lied with a sweaty brow, fearing that he would receive some sharp object through the gut…again.
“Lavenders huh?” Claire repeated, not sounding all that convinced as she folded her arms in front of her extremely hot brea-
“My face is up here, Steve.”
“Oh…I-I know.”
“Then stop drooling at me like you’ve never seen a woman before,” Claire told him with a roll of her eyes. And he’d felt tempted to her he hadn’t actually seen a woman in several months. Damn you Umbrella!!!!!!!
“Was not,” Steve denied, wiping the drool from the side of his mouth, “I just…look you wanna get laid or not!?”
“I dunno,” Claire shrugged, looking away “You said I stink, and then have the nerve to stare. It’s kind of a turn off for a girl.”
“Well how do I flip the switch?” Steve asked, suddenly regretting it by the devilish grin that spread across her lips. And slowly, the Redfield girl started to stalk towards him, like a lion hunting it’s prey, “C-Claire…!?”
“Oh it’s simple really,” she said in a dark and luring voice as she popped out a sketchbook from thin air, “LET ME DRAW YOU LIKE ONE OF MY FRENCH GUYS!”
“…Hell no!”
“Oh come on Steveeee!”
Yes, the smell!
Nothing drove Steve more wild than what a girl smelt like…although to be frank he’d only dated 2 chicks in his entire life time, the first having kneed him in the groin for merely attempting to hug her, (that crazy bitch!) and the second…well er, he was kinda working his charm on that one. And hey, it was working for once! Go Burnside!
Since meeting her, Steve had dreamt of being this close to Claire like this. And now that dream was a reality he finally realized something.
“Man…you stink!”
“What!?” Claire cried, shoving the redhead back in surprise, “Excuse me!?”
Oh crap, did he say that out loud?
“E-Er, I mean…of lavender,” Steve nervously lied with a sweaty brow, fearing that he would receive some sharp object through the gut…again.
“Lavenders huh?” Claire repeated, not sounding all that convinced as she folded her arms in front of her extremely hot brea-
“My face is up here, Steve.”
“Oh…I-I know.”
“Then stop drooling at me like you’ve never seen a woman before,” Claire told him with a roll of her eyes. And he’d felt tempted to her he hadn’t actually seen a woman in several months. Damn you Umbrella!!!!!!!
“Was not,” Steve denied, wiping the drool from the side of his mouth, “I just…look you wanna get laid or not!?”
“I dunno,” Claire shrugged, looking away “You said I stink, and then have the nerve to stare. It’s kind of a turn off for a girl.”
“Well how do I flip the switch?” Steve asked, suddenly regretting it by the devilish grin that spread across her lips. And slowly, the Redfield girl started to stalk towards him, like a lion hunting it’s prey, “C-Claire…!?”
“Oh it’s simple really,” she said in a dark and luring voice as she popped out a sketchbook from thin air, “LET ME DRAW YOU LIKE ONE OF MY FRENCH GUYS!”
“…Hell no!”
“Oh come on Steveeee!”