There was a curious sort of hush hanging over the mansion. It seemed like the air itself was holding its breath.
And in the quiet, a lone sound. The slight whisper of bare feet on polished floorboards. The rustle of pyjamas. Then the slight *pop* of the seal on the door of the refrigerator relinquishing its hold on the fridge itself. Drawers opening and closing. Jaws munching. Soft moans of pleasure.
Then, barely a whisper of sound. A door opening in the distance. Footsteps so light, their owner could be walking on air. A bag softly set on the ground. A casual lean on the door frame. Another moan. A soft chuckle, a surprised yelp, and the thud of a soft body hitting a slightly harder body. The *whumph* of air being expelled from two sets of lungs. Two bodies hitting the ground in a tangle of limbs.
“What took you so long? It was just a pick-up.”
“The Brotherhood got there first. I couldn’t get to her in time.”
“Oh.”
The sparkle of tears in soulful brown eyes.
“Remind me to gut them next time. Ok darling?”
“Ok... Darling?”
“What? You don’t like it?”
“No, no, it’s good. Much better than kid.”
Soft laughter. The slither of arms encircling a warm body.
“If you’re good, I’ll even let you get up.”
“Is that so? What if I don’t want to be good?”
“Remember what happened last time…”
“But noone’s up yet.”
A mischievous look from under long eyelashes. A gulp.
“Kid. Stop.”
“Oh, so now you’re trying to hide? I don’t think so.”
“If you don’t stop now, I’ll hurt you. You’ve been gone too long. I need you too much.”
“You can’t hurt me.”
The slow grind of one warmth into another. Hands tighten on shapely hips.
“Kiiiiiiiid…!” Plaintive whimpers.
“Trust me sugah.”
“We need to… uuuh… um…”
A smirk.
“Yes sugah?”
“Get up.”
A *swish* of air. The thump of heavy footsteps. A thud.
“OW! That wasn’t nice Logan.”
“I’m sorry.”
A snort and a disbelieving look.
“Sure sugah.”
A wounded pout.
“Really, I am! I just didn’t realise the doorframe was that close to your head when I turned around.”
“Hmph.”
A smouldering look.
“I’ll make you pay for that. Kid.”
The resounding *slap* of a hand hitting a cheek. Hard. A pair of feet hitting the floor. A soft stalk and a slammed door. A few moments pass…
“FUUUCK!!!”
A door opening down the hall.
“LOGAN! There are people trying to sleep!”
A door slams. The sound of giggles, muffled by Marie's door.
“C’mon Marie, let me in. Please?”
Door opens.
“Aww fine. Come in sugah. You’re gonna have to work hard to make it up to me though.”
“But you slapped me.”
“As I recall, you hit my head on the door frame trying to carry me through.”
“But you slapped me.”
“You hit my head.”
“But you slapped me.”
“And unless you stop, I’ll do it again.”
“But you sl…”
*Thwack*
Door closes.
“Ow?! That hurt kid.”
Door opens.
“You’re not allowed to call me kid ever again.”
Door closes.
“Darling? Please let me in. I’m sore, embarrassed as hell, and twice as horny.”
Door opens. Startled gasp. Door closes. Voices muffled by a door.
“Oh sugah. That’s good.”
“Thankyou darlin’.”
“I never said stop!”
Muffled chuckle.
“Darlin’?”
“What sugah?”
“No more pick-ups. Ok?”
“Alright. Now get back to work!”
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Author's Chapter Notes:
I just decided I would write something for a change. Instead of begging for more people to update their stories.
I betaed this myself, so excuse me if i miss some mistakes. It's just too close to me. :P
I betaed this myself, so excuse me if i miss some mistakes. It's just too close to me. :P