Cooper: *nut emoji* Sounds like a real treasure.
Waverly: I’m lying. Of course I didn’t pay. I never do anything fun or impulsive like that. I’m boring.
Cooper: You’re texting me photos of yourself in a bathtub, talking about giving yourself orgasms with sex toys, giving me the boner of all boners on this never-ending flight, and calling yourself boring? I’d say you’re pretty much queening it right now.
Waverly: I don’t feel like a queen.
Cooper: And I once again feel like an ass because I should be making you feel like a queen instead of bringing more trouble to your doorstep.
Waverly: If it wasn’t you, it would be someone else, and that someone would be far less entertaining and likeable.
Cooper: Is that code for “you’re worth it, you sexy beast”, or is that code for “I guess I’ll take what I have since you’re easy right now”?
Waverly: I’m thinking about you and touching my clit right now.
Cooper: *panting emoji* I’m trying very hard—hard, heh—to remember I’m supposed to observe that you didn’t answer my question and not get distracted by the images in my head right now.
Waverly: I have a house in Montana that came with a heart-shaped tub big enough for two. I’m imagining you in it with me right now. With candles all around the tub. And your tattoos all wet and glistening. And you kissing me while you’re stroking my clit.
Cooper: Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Waverly: You’d be doing magical things to my breasts too. Like that thing you did to my nipples last weekend? I get so horny every time I think about that.
Cooper: How are you typing right now and not drowning while fingering yourself?
Waverly: Dictation.
Cooper: Oh god oh god oh god, now I hear you saying that to yourself in that amazing voice of yours while you’re all wet and I AM NOT OKAY, but I sincerely hope you are feeling fabulous.
Cooper: Jesus. I suck at dirty talk. WHY DO I SUCK AT DIRTY TALK?
Cooper: I hope silence means you’re ignoring me and giving yourself the orgasm to end all orgasms.
Cooper: And I wish I was there with you.
Cooper: You’re fucking amazing, you know that? I don’t know another single person in the world who could tackle everything you take on every single day and still be standing at the end of it. It’s probably not sexy or a turn-on for me to say that when I hope you really are coming right now, but I wanted you to know. You’re a fucking rock star. And I don’t mean literally. Clearly, you are, literally. I mean that if you weren’t the famous amazing pop goddess that you are, you’d still be doing something else to make the world a brighter place no matter the obstacles anyone threw in your way, and that’s fucking amazing. You’re fucking amazing. I can’t stop saying it, because it’s true, and I hope you know it.
Cooper: Okay, can you at least send me proof of life? I need to know you didn’t drown.
Waverly: *selfie of herself still in the bathtub, the bubbles messy and all up in her hair, cheeks flushed, eyes dark, and a soft smile on her lips*
Waverly: You give good text. And I think I’m going to sleep better tonight than I have any night since we both left LA.
Cooper: You’re so fucking gorgeous.
Waverly: Thank you for believing in me.
Cooper: Jesus. Who wouldn’t believe in you?
Waverly: *heart-eye emoji* I’m climbing into bed now. Safe travels. I’ll ping you tomorrow. *blowing kiss emoji*
Cooper: Sweet dreams. *blowing kiss emoji* *heart emoji*
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Holy balls,this is a rush.
