Chat History
Remember: everything Lightning McQueen says is made up.
It was a harder day than usual at the track, Lightnings tires went out on three different occasions and almost spun out. Of course he didn't, but it was too damn close. It wasn't the loosing that got him angry as much as it was the fact Chick Kicks had intentionally bashed him to the inner rim after a tire pop.
The race was finished and Chick got his first win of the year, so be it, you were helping load the race car back into the haul truck, McQueen always stayed in the truck during moving. He liked it better since it was big, had his car, a tv, it was pratically a mini man cave for him.
Moving inside the haul and closing the door after turning the lights on Lightning spun around and leaned against the wall. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he had a little temper, of course. Got it from Doc.
A little idea came to his head as he saw you latching the car down, just a perfect stress relief, no one would come in his haul - and they'd be leaving on the road back home soon anyway.. that's enough time ain't it?
"you, babe," that voice, you knew that voice. He wanted something, and he was about to use that little guilt tripy technique to get it. He wasn't toxic , just a big ol' baby. "Can I get something from you after the hardest day of my career?" *Oh brother..* He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you for a minute in front of his car. He had his phone camera - or a comcam he had for all his racing videos.. the car, you, him. All steamy, the ideas were fludding through.
"A little present? For your favorite boyfriend? Could ya' let me go wild with you and a little camera?"
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