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lostfirefly · 4 months

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The score will show we're pretty bad, but look at all the fun we've had

Last time, Larnie ruined Buggy and Catherine's lovely date. Well! Welcome to another date! Because they deserve it :) Happy Friday! English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

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Description: Buggy screwed up (as always) and Catherine made him take her to the bowling club.

Warnings: Fun, fluff, inappropriate jokes.

Words: 4902

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august

The title is taken from "The Bowling Song" by Joe Montgomery.

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“Fucking Buggy!!!” Catherine opened her eyes abruptly as plopped down on the toilet. “I’ll kill you!!!” She stood up, rubbed her ass and went to the bedroom. “It's the same thing every time!!”

She walked into the bedroom and went to the bed, muttering under her breath. “I'll tell you all about it in the mor~!”

Before Catherine could finish her sentence, she slipped and fell to the floor, only having time to notice how her legs flew up. “What the fuck?” She reached down to her foot and found his sock.

“That's it! Wake up!!!” Catherine grabbed the sock and slapped it on Buggy. “Fucking clown, wake up!!!” She pushed him in the back.

“Cotton candy,“ Buggy reached out to his watch and looked at the time, “it's three in the morning. I'm sleeping.” He exhaled happily. “Yesterday’s party was good. The beer was good.” Buggy quietly turned onto his other side and covered himself up to his nose with the blanket. “Sorry you didn't go.”

“What the fuck?! Get up!!!” Catherine pulled the blanket off him and widened her eyes. “Holy Gosh!! You have no pants! Why are you naked? Oh, dear God!! Oh, God! Did you do something to me while I was sleeping, fucking pervert? Are you out of your mind?”

“What the hell?” Buggy opened his eyes. “I did nothing to you. I’m not an animal. I came home, you were sleeping. I undressed and went to bed. What are you yelling about?”

“What am I yelling? When you go to bed, you put on pants or at least your fucking underwear! You can't climb up to me naked, Buggy! We discussed this! No pants - no beds! And you didn't put the toilet seat down again, jerk!!! I bumped my ass! And when I went back to our bed, I slipped on your fucking sock! Stop!” Catherine slapped Buggy with the sock, watching him bury himself under the blanket. “Throwing!” Hit. “Your!” Hit. “Socks.” Hit. “Around!” Hit. Hit. “And put your pants back on, for God's sake!” Hit. Hit. Hit.

“Ouch! Stop hitting me!” Buggy sat up on the bed, still hiding from her. “You're yelling over nothing! I've always lived like this.”

“Get out!” Catherine watched him shake his head negatively. “Get out, bastard!!” She pulled the blanket off his head.

Buggy split into pieces and hid behind her side of the bed.

“Don't you dare use your chop chop shit when I'm yelling at you!”

Buggy put himself back together, looked into her eyes, and could have sworn he saw hellfire there.

“I live with you now, clown! Fuck, I’m silent about the fact that you don’t tell me a lot about yourself. I'm almost used to you lying on top of me all night.” Catherine noticed the smirk on Buggy's face and how he was going to say something. “Don't you dare make vulgar jokes now, fucking asshole, or I swear to god I'll chop you up and scatter your pieces all over Egypt! I put up with you always throwing your fucking stuff all over the house. But, Jesus, Buggy! Is it really that hard to put the toilet lid down! I lost count of the number of times I practically fell in the toilet with my ass!” Catherine felt dizzy from screaming and sat down on the bed.

“I'll learn someday. I promise!” Buggy crawled up behind her and tried to hug her.

Catherine threw his hands off her. “I'll learn someday.” She flopped onto the bed and put her feet up on the mattress. “I've heard it since you took me to your home!”

“Our home, cotton candy.” Buggy carefully crept closer and put his hand on her wrist.

“You eat my chocolates and cookies at night, you don't put the toilet seat down, you drink all my almond milk. Do you need me just for sex?” Catherine threw his hand away and hugged the pillow.

“No, baby.“ Buggy moved even closer and nuzzled his face into her hair. “I don't know what to say. Please, tell me what to say. You just.. have delicious chocolates. And thanks to your milk, my pants fit better now. Did I say it right?”

“Uh, okay. I'll take that as a “I just love that you fill our home with little things, Catherine Mitchell. And I love you for it, Catherine Mitchell. And since I'm not good with words, I just eat all your stuff.” She laughed and turned her face to Buggy. “I don't even know how I got involved with you, fucking charismatic blue-haired clown. I remembered the first time I found you drunk. You were lying all over the living room, literally falling to pieces.” Catherine curled up and snuggled into his chest, feeling how he immediately hugged her with his arms. “I demand compensation. You're taking me to a bowling club tomorrow. And you’ll buy me the most expensive beer there. And you’ll buy me chocolate. And then we'll go for a walk, and you'll take pictures of me.”

“Deal.” Buggy nodded, answering quietly.

“Sorry, l overreacted. Did I hit you hard?” Catherine examined his face.

“Nah, that's fine. You are very strong despite your small height.”

“You're not thinking with your head again, idiot. If you'd told me it hurts, I would have kissed you.” She scratched her buttocks. “Shit, my ass is still in pain because of you.”

“Look, if we're both awake, I know how to make your other spot hurt. If you know what I mean.” Buggy grinned and tried to kiss her neck.

Catherine gently moved his head away. “Over my dead body, Buggy! First, stop grabbing my ass. Second, put your fucking pants on, you're punished for today. And if you say a word now, I’ll punish you for the whole week.”

He exhaled sadly, sent his hand for his pants and covered Catherine with a blanket.

While Catherine was making breakfast and getting ready to go for a walk, Buggy did his best to restrain himself. He helped her clear the table, poured her coffee, and didn't even try to sneak into the shower. The prospect of being banned for a week did not please him. Buggy knew she could easily do it, because it had happened before. And he didn't like it. He hadn't showered in three days and ate the bagels with salmon and cream cheese Catherine made for them, totally forgetting the anniversary of “a month since our first breakfast.” She was so upset that morning. Buggy didn't understand why she was sad. For three days Catherine didn't allow him to touch her, for four days she didn't kiss his nose or cheek. And Buggy got a little scared. Now he knows that she adores all those little moments: “a week since our first walk”, “a month since we sat on the beach for the first time”, “a month since you first lay on my lap”, “three months since you didn't leave me in the desert.” Buggy didn't always remember dates, but he tried very hard and started making notes on his phone.

The thought that Catherine kissed his nose in the morning calmed Buggy down. It was a good sign. Yeah, definitely a good sign, which meant she was no longer angry. Or almost not angry. While Buggy was doing his makeup, Catherine kissed the top of his head three times. He counted, exhaled happily and decided to behave well. At least he was trying.

It was a forty-minute walk to the nearest bowling club, and Buggy led Catherine down the prettiest street in Cairo. He steadfastly tolerated her constant “take my picture here, here and here”, and not rolled his eyes when she sent him an air kiss after every taken photo.

Buggy secretly loved these moments. He loved watching Catherine rush around the trees, along the beach, choosing the best place to stand, and how she made silly faces for photographs. Buggy loved looking at her happy face and the way she was always squealing, running to him to look at the pictures. To consolidate the result, he stole a vanilla ice cream and a cup with fruit for her.

They reached the bowling club.

“Miracle Person.” Catherine tilted her head, reading the signboard. “Have you brought me to a place with an unclear name again? And why “Any okama is welcomed” is written here. What doesn't mean?”

Buggy whispered in her ear, and Catherine became a little embarrassed.

“Honey, I brought you to the best club in all of Cairo.” He opened the door for her and invited her to enter.

The place was crowded and almost all the lanes were occupied. Catherine was almost upset that their bowling trip had failed, but judging by the receptionist's response, everyone knew Buggy in this place very well, and in his own manner, Buggy chatted the girl up and knocked out the best lane for them. They entered a large, noisy room with dim purple and blue lights. On one path, Catherine noticed fish people noisily celebrating each thrown ball. On the other stood a young couple. Ginger-haired girl with a blond guy. They were chatting animatedly about something and laughing loudly.

“Wow! This place is great!” Catherine walked up to their lane, looking around. “Expensive, I guess. Can we afford it?”

“Geeeez, we've got tons of money in the account!” Buggy whispered in her ear. “Stop thinking about this shit.”

“I realize we have a lot of money, but you can't blow it all on entertainment, Buggy.” Catherine scowled.

“You’re surprising me, cotton candy. What else is money for? For fun, booze and parties! Let's throw a party in your honor! We haven't organized anything in a while.”

“You were at the party yesterday and judging by the smell, you had a really good time.” Catherine placed her hands on Buggy’s shoulder and kissed his temple. “We gotta think about the future, clown. What if I see a big mansion tomorrow and I want to live in it?”

“So we'll go out, buy that mansion, and you'll live in it, and finally stop pissing me off. You know, I think I need to teach you to have fun.” Buggy watched as Catherine's hand reached for his hair and carefully moved her hand to the side. “Ok, I’ll go buy some beer for us.”

Catherine continued to watch the visitors. She heard a loud laugh and turned toward the counter. Buggy was chatting with someone, laughing loudly and gesticulating vigorously.

Catherine laughed, casting a glance at the boy and the girl she saw before. “Hey, I know him. That's the guy from the restaurant we went to before our adventure.” She watched them continue to chatter and were constantly hugging. “So young and sweet,” she thought.

On another lane, there was a crowd that shouted something about some father every time they raised their mugs of beer.

“Probably a large family, and praise the father.” Catherine thought and shrugged.

“Hey, I’m back.” Buggy placed the bottles on the table with a crash. “The most expensive beer.”

“You're my best!!” Catherine rubbed her hands together, opened the bottle, and took a sip. “Tasty! So. Who starts? And what are we playing for?”

“What should we play for, baby?” Buggy leaned toward her, put his hand on her thigh, and winked.

“Take your clown hands off! Manners, Buggy!” Catherine blushed and slapped his hand. “Okay. My bet. If I win, you cook dinner. If you lose, after bowling, you carry me home on your back and cook dinner. What do you think?”

“Alright! Here's my bet. If I lose, okay, dinner's on me. You lose, you know what I want.” Buggy said near Catherine's lips, winked and sipped his beer.

“You're disgusting!” She rolled her eyes. “Why not a romantic sit on the couch? Or “oh, my sweet Catherine, I'll take you to the beach.”

Buggy placed his hand on her back. “Oh, my sweet Catherine, I’ll take you to the beach and claim my reward there.”

“I hate you.” Catherine glanced at him, narrowing her eyes. “You can think only about your little Buggy and his pleasure.”

“What? Afraid I’ll ruin you? You chickened out?” Buggy cackled.

“I never chicken out, you brute. How many points do we play for?” She crossed arms and narrowed her eyes.

“Let's get to 50 points first. And then we'll see.” Buggy extended his hand to Catherine.

“Okay! Deal!” Catherine held out her hand to seal the deal.

“Hell, yeah! Get ready to lose, baby!” Buggy sipped his beer and pulled out a coin. “Heads or tails?”

“Tails!” Catherine closed her eyes as he flipped the coin. “What does it say?” She opened her eye a little, and it seemed to her that he had turned over a coin.

“You start.” Buggy pointed at her.

Catherine shrieked happily, which caught everyone's attention. She blushed slightly and went to take the ball. She stood at the walkway and began to take aim. Catherine felt Buggy come up behind her and his hand on her buttocks. “Don't you dare grab my ass! We're in a decent society!”

“Where did you find a decent society?” Buggy looked around. “There are fish people playing here, and a bunch of drunks.”

“It’s still society!” Catherine took her hand back with the ball and tossed it onto the lane. She watched with hope in her eyes as the ball rolled towards the pins, but it rolled off the lane and didn't hit any of them. “Holy shit! A bad start.” Catherine made a frustrated face. “Your turn, pervert.”

Hanging her head, Catherine walked back to the table and noted her failure on the board.

“Watch how the pros do it!” Buggy picked up the ball and... tossed it, sending his hand along with it.

“Hey!” Catherine jumped up from her seat. “That's not fair!”

“Huh, who said anything about fair play? Did we agree on this? No! Have you forgotten who you're playing with? I'm Buggy the Clown. The Genius Jester.” He smirked, reattaching his hand.

“Listen you, The Genius Jester. I don't have your chop chop shit. Let's play fair.” Catherine came closer to Buggy.

He crossed his arms and smirked. “Nope!”

“Oh, well, if you win, pray that I don't bite something off for you. Little Buggy won't like it.” Catherine glanced at people around, placing her hand on Buggy’s shoulder. “Hey, is it safe for you to use your abilities here? I’m worried about you.”

“In this place, yes.” Buggy took her hand and kissed it on the palm. “Oh, and by the way, write this down. I got a strike!” He nodded cheerfully and rubbed his hands.

“That's not a strike, that's cheating. You don't want to play honestly?” Catherine watched Buggy shake his head negatively and plop down at the table. “Okay. I can do that too. I will use my abilities.”

“What are you talking about, cotton candy? You don't have abilities!” He took a sip.

“You're such a fool. Order hot dogs, please. I'm hungry.” Catherine watched as he went to place the order, she pinned up her hair and prostrated herself, muttering to herself, “I can't lose, or I'm done.” She looked around, the room became more crowded and noticeably noisier.

Buggy came back with ten hot dogs, looked at her hairstyle and raised his eyebrows slightly. “I got you some fries. And another beer. So, is it your turn to throw down?” He put a couple potato sticks in his mouth and winked.

Catherine rolled her eyes and went to grab a ball. She took her hand back and tossed the ball, closing her eyes. Catherine heard the sounds of falling pins and opened one eye. “Three, haha, make it three! Write this down, clown.” She danced over to the table, picked up a fry and chugged it with her beer. “Your turn.”

Buggy grinned, stood up, stopped for a couple of seconds next to Catherine, released a couple of strands of her pinned hair, whispering “that’s it” and went to get the ball.

Catherine stood next to Buggy and stared at him intently. He glanced sideways at her, detached his hand and sent it along with the ball to the pins again, “See? Strike again. Who's the best? Buggy's the best!”

“I always tell you that you're the best in everything.” She gently stroked his back.

Buggy squinted his eyes and gave way to her. Catherine stood at the lane and picked up the ball. Pulling her hand back slightly and tossed the ball to the pins.

“Five! Just a little more and I'll catch up with you!” Catherine turned her head sideways. “Hey, where are you?” She turned back to the table and saw Buggy calmly munching on a potato. “Really?”

“What? I’m watching! I'm just enjoying the view of your beautiful ass.”

“Jerk. Have I told you that I hate you?” Catherine walked over to the table, picking up a hot dog.

“Second time in half an hour.” Buggy stared at her and smirked.

“Your turn.” Catherine took a careful bite of the sausage and watched Buggy's face instantly change. He swallowed and walked toward the lane. Catherine followed him. She watched him take the ball, stood closer and ran her fingers down his back. Buggy looked at her, and she took another bite of the sausage, narrowing her eyes with pleasure. He sent the ball with his hand and missed.

Catherine looked at the pins that remained untouched and laughed. “This is going to be even easier than I thought.”

“What?” Buggy looked at her questionably.

“Nothing, my love.” She kissed him on the cheek, watching him blush. “Go write down your zero. Haha!”

Buggy looked at the pins, exhaled and went to his place.

“I'll show you how to use chop chop, fucking clown.” Catherine muttered under her breath. She took the ball, glanced in his direction and threw the ball. “Five!! Woohoo!” Catherine jumped up and shook her butt. “I'll catch up with you!” She ran over to the table, sipped her beer, and sat down on Buggy's lap. “What have we got here? Hm! Not bad.”

“But I'm still ahead of you.” Buggy placed his hand on her waist. “See?”

“Yes, you are.” Catherine ran her fingers along his cheek and neck.

Buggy swallowed, quickly removed his hand and fidgeted a little. “Okay, my turn. I'm not going to let some girl beat me.” He stood up and walked to the lane.

Catherine took a few slices of potato and followed him. She chewed slowly as he prepared to throw. Buggy cast a glance at her, winked, and before he tossed the ball, Catherine immediately licked her fingertips. “God, this is so tasty, let's get some potatoes when we go home.” She looked at Buggy with the most innocent look.

Buggy sent the ball with his hand and heard the sound of falling pins. “Hah, baby, strike! See? Almost with my eyes closed!” He looked in the pins' direction. “One? How could I knock down just one pin?”

Catherine shrugged and laughed slightly. She dusted off her hands, took the ball and stood in front of Buggy, straightening her back slightly and pressing closer to his chest for a second. Catherine took a small step forward, leaned over and was about to throw the ball when she felt Buggy's hand on her wrist.

“A little to the left, cotton candy.” He said quietly in her ear.

Catherine smiled, whispered “such a fool” and threw the ball. “Ten! Yes!” She kissed him on the nose.

“Wait! Why am I helping you?” Buggy scratched his head. “Anyway, I'm still ahead, baby. My points are 25, your - 18. And now I'm going to hit another strike, and that another strike, and you're done.”

“Two more strikes will give you 49 points. Learn to count, clown!”

“Fuck you, honestly. Get ready for the night, honey. Buggy the Clown will be celebrating tonight.” He winked and clicked his tongue.

“Buggy the Clown will be celebrating tonight.” Catherine imitated him, grumbling under her breath.

She turned to face him, moved closer and ran her fingers over his shoulder. “I'm not afraid of you, Buggy the Clown.” Catherine said in a whisper.

Buggy tensed visibly, looked at her hand on his shoulder, then at Catherine's pleased grin. “Okay, get out of here, woman.” He gently pushed her towards the table.

Catherine plopped down on a chair, took a sip of beer and picked up a hot dog, waiting for the start of the throw. As soon as she noticed that Buggy began to swing, she immediately took a bite and moaned slightly, knowing for sure that he will like the sound. “God, how delicious.” Buggy instantly dropped the ball, which rolled past the track.

“Someone missed.” Catherine giggled and drank some more. “What about your “who is the best here?” She took the potato, put it in her mouth and narrowed her eyes.

“I don't understand why I missed. I need to concentrate.” Buggy looked confused.

“Sit down and concentrate, and I’ll go throw the ball.” Catherine took another sip, picked up the ball and shook her butt again. “Four! Yes! Now I have 21 points! A little more and I'll beat you.” She plopped on his lap.

“You can't beat me, I'm the king of bowling.” Buggy placed his hand on her waist.

“Shouldn't the king have the queen?” Catherine asked quietly, stroking his hair.

“No, sorry, I don’t share this place with anyone.” Buggy moved his face closer to her. “You won’t catch up with me, and I’ll demand a reward.”

“I'll keep my word, Buggy the Clown.” She whispered near his lips. “If you win, do whatever you want with me. You can even tie me up. Or I'll tie you up.” Catherine lowered her head slightly and looked at Buggy. “Please tell me it's a phone in your pocket.”

“You can't say things like that right here and don't expect a reaction. I'd gladly throw this fucking ball to hell and drag you into the back room right here.”

Catherine squinted her eyes. “No way in my life I’ll have sex with you in a public place.”

“But why? It's gonna be fun.” He took a sip and ate potato sticks.

“It's called manners, Buggy. We have our bed for that.”

“Meh!” Buggy glanced at her, chewing fries. “Do you remember our trip and the night in the motel? You know perfectly well we don’t even need to be in bed or naked. I'll just leave my di~.”

Catherine quickly covered his mouth with her hand. “Shut up, clown! Don't even dare finish that sentence here! I don't want to remember this shame.” She blushed and removed her hand.

“Somehow you didn’t complain then.” Buggy shrugged and took a sip again.

“Go to hell, honestly!! Get your ass on the lane.” Catherine slapped him on his head.

“Oh, with a big pleasure, Cathie-pie.” Buggy pulled her a little closer and whispered. “Now I want to win, just to do what you suggested. I’ll tie you up and fuck you in this position all night.”

“Can't wait!” Catherine said in response quietly. “Anyway, if you want a reward, you need to throw a ball, right?” She lightly touched his lips with her lips.

Buggy cleared his throat, swallowed, moved Catherine to a chair and walked towards the ball. He stood for a long time with the ball in his hands, periodically glancing at Catherine, who was calmly chewing the hot dog and sipping a beer, crossing her legs. Buggy turned away, pulled his hand back, threw the ball along and knocked down only one pin.

“What the heck?” Buggy walked back, attaching his hand. “Little shit, it's all because of you.”

“Why is it because of me?”

“Just because it's always you. I looked at you and got distracted.” He scratched his neck.

“So don't look at me, what's the problem?” Catherine shrugged and bit a piece of sausage.

“I can't! I don't know how you do it!” Buggy plopped down on the chair, took a sip and made a sad face.

“Oh, my love, don't be sad.” Catherine came up behind Buggy and kissed him on the top of his head, seeing him blush. “It's even funny. You're ready to drag me into the closet right here and easily make vulgar comments, but you become red as your nose every time I kiss you in public.”

“Cool guys don't blush.” He mumbled, putting his food on his leg. “And hey, now it’s your turn to throw the ball.”

“Yes. Yes. You're a cool guy.” Catherine kissed him a couple more times on the head, to the sound of his grumbling. “Just make sure the cool guy doesn’t lose to the girl.” She walked to the lane and took the ball. “Please, please, my little ball. I need this fucking strike.” Catherine closed her eyes, shook her buttocks and tossed the ball. She heard the sound of pins falling and opened one. “I did it!! I scored a strike!!” With her hands raised, Catherine turned to Buggy and, with a squeal that deafened all the visitors in the club, rushed to the table. “I did it! Did you see that?!” Smack. Smack. Smack.

Buggy looked at her without saying a word and slowly clapped his hands.

“Fuck you with your theatricality. I know why you are not happy. You are afraid of losing and being left without, well.. you know. Night.” Catherine took the bottle and made a sad face.

Buggy poked her on the shoulder and moved the fries to her. Catherine looked at him while eating the potato sticks and placed a couple of potatoes in his mouth. Buggy winked at her, slowly chewing his potato. Catherine squealed and pecked him several times on the cheek.

“Okay, you have 33 points now, I have 26.” Buggy snapped his fingers. “Let's do it this way. If I hit a strike, we double my points. If you hit the next strike, we double your points. Just for fun. But the bets still stand. What do you think, my little squealer?”

“You can't wait to win and.. well, you know.. huh?” Catherine stroked his cheek.

“I'm a disgusting, dirty clown. Were you expecting something else?” Buggy took a sip of beer, bit a hot dog, ate some potatoes, and walked towards the path.

Catherine immediately followed him, slightly lowering her shirt from her shoulders. She stood next to Buggy, placed her hand on his back and started stroking it gently.

Buggy looked at her quickly and was about to run his fingers over her shoulders, but shook his head to bring himself to his senses. He pulled his arm back and threw the ball. Catherine closed her eyes and opened them when she heard the sound of falling pins.

Buggy stood proudly with his arms crossed. “See? I told you. Strike. 50 points, yeah! If you don't get the strike now, I win. If you do, we raise the bets to 100 points.”

“Damn you, lustful clown, and you chop chop thing! You cheat all day!” Catherine pushed him away from the lane, took the ball and stood in front of Buggy. He gently placed his hand on Catherine's waist, but she threw it off, muttering under her breath.

Catherine pulled her hand back, bit her bottom lip, and threw the ball. She clenched her fists as she watched the ball slow down, hit the pins and only six were knocked down.

“No-o-o!!” Catherine screamed loudly and stomped her foot. She noticed how everyone in the hall turned to look at her. “Oh, to hell with you all!” She grabbed her head with her hands. “How is this possible?!” She heard laughter behind her. Catherine turned and walked closer. “Why are you laughing, clown?”

“Your tactic of seducing me onto your bare shoulders didn't work, did it? I told you, I'm the king of bowling.” Buggy hugged her around her shoulder. “And I'll claim my reward!”

“I seduced you all the time, and you didn’t even notice” Catherine looked at his surprised look and buried her head in his chest. “Before you fuck me to death, pervert, at least take me for a walk.”

Buggy placed his hand on her back. “Actually, I decided that I wanna change my reward.”

“It's against the rules.” Catherine mumbled in his chest.

“I'm the clown, liar and cheater. I can do anything, cotton candy.” He pulled her closer.

“Oh, God. Do you want us to have sex right here?”

“Hah!” Buggy exhaled and stroked her back. “Actually, I decided that I wanna take you for a walk, then I’ll carry you home on my back and cook dinner. Don’t really count on more than pasta and sausages. What do you say?”

“What?” Catherine raised her head and rested her chin on his chest. “What about your 'I want you, Catherine Mitchell'?”

“I want to pamper you, Catherine Mitchell.” Buggy poked his finger at her nose.

“With pasta and sausages? Sounds great.” Catherine hugged him around his waist and smiled. “You're my best! I love you, my Buggy Bear!”

“Yeah, same, cotton candy.” Buggy kissed the top of her head. “Well! Let's play up to a hundred? What are the bets now?”

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