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[forever_bean]

My back hurts. My knees hurt. My head is throbbing. Viggo, is there some bloody reason we can't fuck on a bed once in a while?

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[poetagainstwar]

You weren't complaining when I was making you scream last night, Sean.

[hiddenlight]

*coughs* Thanks for the information Viggo. *cheeky grin*

[poetagainstwar]

*pats your back* No problem, Sarah. I always like to keep everyone informed. *winks*

[hiddenlight]

Sean's going to die of embarrassment. *predicts*

[poetagainstwar]

Probably, yes.

[hiddenlight]

You don't seem to mind. He might withhold sex from you.

[poetagainstwar]

This is my 'I do mind' face/tone.

It's actually more of my, "Christ, but I am fucked," look.

[hiddenlight]

*snickers* Is that so, oh Ranger of great reknown?

And what sort of fucked are we talking about here?

[poetagainstwar]

Not in the sort that I'm going to enjoy would be my guess.

[hiddenlight]

That's my thought too, actually. How's Miranda, hmmm? Have you been taking good care of her? *pointed look*

[poetagainstwar]

*looks away from the pointed-look woman*

Yes, I am taking care of her. She's fine. Went shopping for five days straight last week with Liv. I am a pauper.

[hiddenlight]

You?! A pauper? *snorts* right.

[forever_bean]

*enjoys watching you twitching*

[poetagainstwar]

I'm making dinner. Want to help? *sheepish look*

[forever_bean]

... you're making dinner? Oh dear god. Don't touch anything else before I get there!!

[poetagainstwar]

What? Why not? I was making yours and Miranda's favorites.