Roo and Weasel love?

Roxxie took the knocked out Weasel and gently placed her on the bed as she stripped more of her clothing off and placed them aside of both of them are now in birthday suits.

“Hmmmm. Look at you, sleeping so soflty and cute~. With no way of stopping me from crushing your under my ass~. I COULD do that if I wanted to~.” It was true, Roxxie could squish the weasel and no one would stop-. “But if that’s that case then…how come I haven’t yet? You being so obedient and Pervy was fun~. Yet..you seemed like you. Idk, cared allot for me right there?”

Roxxie gently crawled into bed with the sleeping weasel as she stared at her face for awhile. “..Ugh. Damn it Rox..stop getting all sappy. It’s just Texas, someone who deserves to be nothing my a stain on my ass. It’s not like you’re *caring* for her.” Roxxie looks back on the Weasel sleeping happily. Probably dreaming about Roxxie. “…Right? I’m not..I can’t actually be ‘falling’ for this weasel..am I? N-no! No no that’s stupid!” Roxxie angrily told herself off on the idea of being lovey dovey with the Weasel. And yet..that moment of her and Texas being *real close* together played in her mind still.

Other memories flooded back to her head. And a single memory of one Christmas Day when Roxxie had been given a gift from Texas of a locket necklace with a picture of her young self and Starr. Pretty much the only time they came to an understanding and were “temporarily” friends. “I..can’t be falling for this Weasel. ..Right?”