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Not what she wants when she isn’t totally sex fucked up.
“Think of washin’ your Old Man’s cut as the chick version of you bringin’ him flowers. It’s not a requirement, just a thoughtful gesture.”
“Romantic in a traditional male sense.”
“Yeah.”
“But not an expectation.”
“Right.”
“So…” the toothbrush free hand feathers the edge of the material, “I…could…wash…this…for you?” A nervous nibble of her bottom lip is taken. “Is it machine wash? Hot or cold? Air dry?”
Small chuckles overpower the sound of a phone vibrating somewhere nearby. “Handwash.”
“Like in the sink or go down to the river type of thing?”
“Lake.”
“Seriously?!”
“No.” Additional laughter causes her to squeak in disbelief. “But you should see your face.”
“Rrrrgggggg,” Emmerz huffs and waves the brush around again, “you’re lucky Noodle is protecting you!”
“You call this protection?”
“Mow,” interjects the beast in front of me.
“You’re right. She’s just jealous she’s not sleeping on my chest anymore.”
Once more my girl’s nose crumples prompting the need to push up her falling glasses again.
“Don’t worry, Teach,” I state on a crooked smirk. “I definitely prefer you here.”
All of a sudden, a fuzzy paw drops against my lips, darting my glare down to what I’m back to believing is a person in a damn good costume.
“Yeah…” guilty cringes can’t be helped. “Pretty sure he speaks people better than you speak cat.”
Snickers are exchanged yet before I can insist she come closer and join the snuggle sesh, the sound of what’s most likely my phone continuing to vibrate forces me to ask against Noodle’s paw, “Can you toss me my cell? I mean, I’d get it myself but…”
Emmerz quickly returns her toothbrush to her ensuite, dries her hands, and rushes to search for my jeans.
Also not a first but it certainly has been awhile since the last time my pants had to be hunted down rather than simply reached for.
Thankfully, Mission Possible: Find Pants doesn’t take too long, and seeing her face become strawberry red upon finding them in the hall makes volunteering her for the quest to begin with that much sweeter.
They got there after I went for a smoke, which was either between sessions three and five or six and seven.
My dick needed a minute.
I’m not a machine.
And the second I got back in her general vicinity, said minute was over.
One of those times was because she dropped to her knees to suck on my sack like she had been listening to Lil Wayne’s “Lollipop” on repeat for ten hours and the other was because she was on all fours, demanding Noodle get out of the room before he saw something he probably shouldn’t…which of course led to me making sure he did.
Hey, if I’m gonna be here all the time, he’s gotta get used to the shit.
