ZEPH
you have a happy personality with a heavy soul
"My hero," you grin back, the teasing offset by the way your eyes sparkle with adoration, fully confident that she would give Jack a run for his money and then some. Tilting your head up, you press a grizzled kiss to her cheek, and then her nose. "I promise t'try'n avoid leavin' that long again." And gods, do you mean it. Even a week felt like too long with a woman like her waiting at home.
Alas, your idyllic return has been thoroughly derailed, leaving you frustrated both emotionally and sexually. "I'm told withdrawal can have that effect," you agree, squeezing playfully at her ass before turning back to the stairs. You should do something, buuuuut.......
"I dunno, if it is a kid there ain't too much they can get into, right?" Whether you're trying to convince her or yourself doesn't matter, because you've already returned to kissing her neck, content to believe you're both seeing things-
-when a creak followed by a heavy whump rings out from upstairs, causing you to release your hold on Vai and spin around, whip-like, a storm of aggravation crossing your weather weary face. "Tits'a Rae- are they in th'fuckin' attic?" you demand, wondering why in seven hells anyone would be heading up there, and more than a little panicked at the thought. There's a lot of shit up in your attic you'd really rather never saw the light of day again.
Alas, your idyllic return has been thoroughly derailed, leaving you frustrated both emotionally and sexually. "I'm told withdrawal can have that effect," you agree, squeezing playfully at her ass before turning back to the stairs. You should do something, buuuuut.......
"I dunno, if it is a kid there ain't too much they can get into, right?" Whether you're trying to convince her or yourself doesn't matter, because you've already returned to kissing her neck, content to believe you're both seeing things-
-when a creak followed by a heavy whump rings out from upstairs, causing you to release your hold on Vai and spin around, whip-like, a storm of aggravation crossing your weather weary face. "Tits'a Rae- are they in th'fuckin' attic?" you demand, wondering why in seven hells anyone would be heading up there, and more than a little panicked at the thought. There's a lot of shit up in your attic you'd really rather never saw the light of day again.
sometimes, it gets weird
