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Grabbing Talbot by his bowtie, you bring him in close and whisper your response in his ear: yea, you mutter, still gasping for air, you’re good…
Resuming with gusto, the two of you spend a few blissful moments rolling around on the couch until it dawns on you that, well… you’re not gonna want to stop at this rate!
Fighting the warm, tingling feeling blanketing your body <span class="mu-i">and</span> a very eager Talbot, you manage to push his face away from yours just long enough to get a few words in! Hey, you stammer, is… can we just stick with the, uh… kissing stuff… tonight?
“Uhhh, y-yea!” The boy responds, mind still reeling from lack of blood, “Y-you got it…”
Leaning in for more, you stop him again by placing a finger over his mouth. When all this is over, though, you continue as a toothy grin forms on your face, he’s gonna take you on a <span class="mu-i">proper</span> date, yea?
Talbot’s flushed face scrunches up in contemplation. “Well DUH! B-but l-like, a <span class="mu-i">fancy</span> one, or?”
You <span class="mu-i">dork</span>. Flicking his sweaty forehead, you bring him back in for another smooch before glancing towards the bedroom behind him. Say, you add, did he wanna check out your water bed?
Well apparently the goods in front of him don’t hold a candle to the promise of a water bed, because at the mere mention of those two words Talbot’s eyes light up like a fireworks factory!
“W-w-<span class="mu-i">WATER BED!?</span>”
Scooping you up and carrying you to the bedroom like a princess, h-<span class="mu-s">OOW, FUCK!</span>
“Shit! SORRY!” Talbot quickly apologizes as you massage your forehead from where it just impacted against the fridge! Reorienting you in his arms, the big oaf gallantly carries you into the bedroom and chucks you onto the bed! Laughing as you bounce a few times, you soar even higher when Talbot dives onto the spot next to you and launches you close to the divot in the ceiling!
“Huh,” he mutters as you deftly land in his outstretched arm, “Where’d <span class="mu-i">that</span> dent come from?”
Uh… y-you dunno, you shrug before pulling him back into your arms! Somewhere in the middle of the storm of snuggling and kisses Talbot’s jacket gets unzipped… and subsequently chucked onto the ground. Then go your boots and his shoes. Then his shirt.
“I…” he pants, his surprisingly-toned torso glistening in the lava lamp light over you, “It uh… it cool if I crash here?”
<span class="mu-i">DUH</span>, you growl as you shove him off of you!
>CONTD.
