[ It's awesome that you experience such life-altering revelations when your dick's in your hand and you're pissing into a toilet bowl, Hansen. Raleigh, while very much awake and humming quietly to herself, isn't quite at that stage of self-realisation yet; and fortunately is the farthest thing from conniving because Raleigh Becket's sometimes an idiot and obviously hadn't planned for shit to get that far.
She's wearing the dress shirt he wore yesterday before she very nearly ripped it off him, sleeves rolled up to the elbows as she enjoys the simplicity of basking in a lover's shirt, the scent he leaves, clean and earthy, and she doesn't think about the tampons under his sink or the OJ and chips he keeps stocked for her.
When Chuck comes in, she looks over her shoulder and smiles, entirely oblivious to the man's train of thought, and entirely fixated on the fact that her pancakes are going to be the fluffiest, yummiest disks ever. There's already a small stack on the plate beside her, steaming hot, coffee brewing in the coffeemaker; premium beans, and the like. Trust him to have impeccable taste. ]
Hey, get the chocolate sauce, will you? And the whipped cream, too.
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She's wearing the dress shirt he wore yesterday before she very nearly ripped it off him, sleeves rolled up to the elbows as she enjoys the simplicity of basking in a lover's shirt, the scent he leaves, clean and earthy, and she doesn't think about the tampons under his sink or the OJ and chips he keeps stocked for her.
When Chuck comes in, she looks over her shoulder and smiles, entirely oblivious to the man's train of thought, and entirely fixated on the fact that her pancakes are going to be the fluffiest, yummiest disks ever. There's already a small stack on the plate beside her, steaming hot, coffee brewing in the coffeemaker; premium beans, and the like. Trust him to have impeccable taste. ]
Hey, get the chocolate sauce, will you? And the whipped cream, too.