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The House In Limbo City, Limbo City, Wednesday Evening
It had been ten days since the kids had left and Kathy was mostly back to normal. The fact that it was the end of the semester had probably helped a bit in that regard - it was possible to be maudlin and to study your ass off, but it took a lot more energy than Kathy really had to spare.
Her immediate plans for the evening - more studying, finals started on Monday - had been immediately derailed when Dante had declared it a night off, carrying her downstairs to a pillow pile, made from what looked to be every pillow in the damn house. As if that wasn't dirty enough, he plied her with a mixing bowl full of ice cream, whipped cream, and caramel sauce, a similar-sized sundae for him on the other side of the nest.
Ice cream, blankets, pillows, and boyfriend. The perfect recipe to get rid of post-kid and pre-finals blues.
[Dante modded with permission!]
Her immediate plans for the evening - more studying, finals started on Monday - had been immediately derailed when Dante had declared it a night off, carrying her downstairs to a pillow pile, made from what looked to be every pillow in the damn house. As if that wasn't dirty enough, he plied her with a mixing bowl full of ice cream, whipped cream, and caramel sauce, a similar-sized sundae for him on the other side of the nest.
Ice cream, blankets, pillows, and boyfriend. The perfect recipe to get rid of post-kid and pre-finals blues.
[Dante modded with permission!]
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"Not bad," she said, tracing a few sections. "I'm gonna have to redo some, but mostly only the scales."
Beat.
"Not sorry."
Fucking him had been worth it.
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Beat.
"Rubbing alcohol, don't worry."
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By which he meant the odiously sweet strawberry stuff, obviously.
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She most emphatically did not mean the strawberry stuff.
...Of which more was on the way, because she was a sap for things that made Dante smile.
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Lazily.
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Mmm.
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...With a shiver which also didn't help her draw a straight line.
"Fuck that was good though."
Look, now you got her thinking about it.
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As he very well knew. He'd had her whimpering and writhing and begging the whole time. Fuck, her sheets had been soaked by the time he'd crawled out from between her legs.
"The skills and the patience to wreck me completely."
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He followed with a kiss, instead.
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Which he did with a fair bit of regularity.
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Dante's fingers slid into her hair. For all the dirty talk just seconds ago, he kept it gentle.
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What a good boyfriend. "Mmm," she sighed, pressing upwards a bit to get closer to him.
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