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“I’m pretty sure that pizza counts as junk food,” you reply, with a cheeky grin.

“Well, at least we don’t deep-fry them like they do in Scotland,” Rachel immediately shoots back, “Now shut up and order me some junk food!”

“Yes ma’am,” Your reply comes as you drop down in the sofa next to Rachel and dig up your cell phone, “one deep-fried pizza coming up!”

“Great, or you could order me one non-fried with anchovies, onions, mushrooms and olives.”

“And you make fun of the Scots,” you tease Rachel, who releases a quick giggle before pretending to pout at your remark, which shows off her beautiful face, particularly as her eyes are smiling at you.

“And while you’re busy trying to stop being such a smartass,” Rachel says as she puts her laptop aside and gets up out of the sofa, “I’ll see if I can’t get that old antique of yours started.”

“Hey, don’t knock it,” You continue the joking as Rachel moves over to your TV, doing your best not to ogle how her jeans cling to her heart-shaped butt when she drops down on her haunches, “it’s a classic!”

“Classic?” Rachel looks back at you and cocks one eyebrow, grinning at you whilst you hear the sound of her clicking your old Xbox back to life, “Casablanca is a classic. War and Peace is a classic. This heap of junk is just old.”

“Yeah, yeah…” you chuckle at her comeback, before the conversation is cut short when you get through to the pizzeria.

“So,” You ask, half an hour later, in between taking bites out of your second slice of pizza, “are you planning to stop getting us killed anytime in the near future?”

“How was that my fault?!” Rachel protests, grinning at you while the save screen is running and she’s reaching for more pizza, stretching her arm out across the table that is laden with crisps, popcorn, chocolate and liquorice and affording you with a good look of how her full, round breasts are straining the fabric of her top. While trying not to look at Rachel’s chest, you remember that in a lot of ways, it’s simpler to have another guy for a roommate.

“Anyway, all this salt and fat is making me thirsty,” she proclaims, pausing the game just as its finished loading and getting up out of the sofa, “want anything?”

“A beer would be nice,” you reply.

“Actually, I’m in the mood for one to,” Rachel smiles down at you as you remain reclining in the sofa, “Can I take one of yours?”

“Uh, sure.” You’re a little confused. Since moving in, Rachel has never drunk **** or been intoxicated. In all honesty, you’d begun to suspect that she was probably a teetotaller.

“Thanks!” Rachel smiles at you again before moving off into the kitchen.

“And try not to complete the whole game while I’m away!” She hollers.

“I’ll try!” You reply.

“Bloody hell those things are disgusting!” Rachel exclaims as the Flood shows up in-game, having to raise her voice a little over the sound of both of you shooting at them.
The pizzas are finished, and you’re both on your third beer, continuing to play whilst savouring all the junk food.

“Yep,” you agree, “especially the fat ones who burst and release a bunch of the little ones.”

“Uh-huh,” Rachel grunts as she blows another one of them up as it comes staggering across the screen, “it’s like a facehugger made love to a piñata.”

“Eww…” You make a disgusted face while Rachel laughs at your exaggerated reaction.

“So yeah,” As Rachel starts talking, you’re both finishing off your fourth and last beers, and she’s holding the controller in one hand while using the thumb and index finger of the other to rub her eyes, “I think we’ll have quit this before I get a massive headache.”

“Aw, too bad,” You reply, “you don’t want to go to bed, do you?”

“Nah, don’t worry about that,” Rachel smiles at you again, making you squirm in the couch as blood flows down to your cock, “I’m risking getting a headache, not already suffering from one.”

“So, a movie?”

“Sure!”

“Any preferences?”

“No,” Rachel shakes her head while leaning back in the couch and placing her legs on the table, “Just pick one you like.”

“Alright,” you walk over to the TV and get down on your knees. As you lean forwards, you hear a wolf whistle coming from behind you.

“I’ve got to say that I understand why you were ogling me earlier,” Rachel teases you while glance back at her, and as your eyes meet, she’s makes a point out of dipping her gaze downwards while curling her lips up into a surprisingly naughty smile.

“Was I that obvious?” You ask, and get an “Uh-huh,” and an eager nod from Rachel.

“Sorry…” You say sheepishly, feeling your cheeks get warmer.

“Don’t be,” Rachel implores you with a friendly grin.

“Anyway, this isn’t even my good side,” You joke, shaking your ass at Rachel and making her giggle before reaching in to retrieve a DVD.

“How about this one?” You ask her, holding up your copy of Airplane!

“Funny, but I’ve seen it loads of times.”

“Okay, so how about this then?” You now hold up your well-viewed disc of Pearl Harbor.

“I can’t believe you own a copy of that!” Rachel laughs out.

“It was a gift from a girlfriend,” you explain, “She knew I was a movie buff, so she gave me this.”

“And you broke up with her soon after?”

“Actually, no. She had crap taste in movies, but other than that she was really great.”

“So what happened?” Rachel asks.

“She had to move away in order to get the job she wanted. I couldn’t go with her. We tried a long-distance relationship, but they just don’t work,” Your mood is a little dampened as you continue rifling through your collection of movie comedies.

“That sucks,” Rachel offers you her heartfelt sympathies, which makes you feel a bit better again, particularly since the **** is affecting you to a certain extent, “And you’re not looking for another one right now?”

“Girlfriend? Not really, I guess,” You start to talk, trying to organize your thoughts as they turn into words, “I mean, anyone I do find will have to be pretty cool about me already living with a hot brunette.”

“A hot brunette?” Again, Rachel smiles at you, and this one is probably the most devastatingly pretty one that she’s given you yet.

At a loss for words, you pick another movie at random and hold it up. Saying nothing in return, Rachel simply nods her head.
As the disc slides into the machine behind you, you get up on your feet and make your way back to the sofa.