Alex pulled open the door, a towel around his waist and one wound around his hair, grinning as he saw her.
"Hey babe, come on, before someone spots your dumpling ass..." he closed the door behind her, locking it and walking back into he bathroom, leaving the door open. He'd needed to find a way to calm down after their earlier conversation, and a cold shower had done the trick.
Damn if she didn't have the hottest boyfriend. Walking into the bedroom, she sat down on the bed, happy to get off her feet for a bit.
"My ass is not a dumpling," she responded with a frown. "Unless that's you telling me I'm fat. Which I so am. Oh god. I'm a dumpling..a Jubie dumpling. And I'm probably not a very good flavour either."
"Naw, babe," Alex grinned from the bathroom, glancing out at her as he toweled his hair dry, arms stretched above his head. "You look like an apple dumpling. Round and cute and adorable."
He stepped back, leaning over the counter and looking at himself in the mirror.
"If I hold you up in front of me, maybe I'll be killed...less."
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"Hey babe, come on, before someone spots your dumpling ass..." he closed the door behind her, locking it and walking back into he bathroom, leaving the door open. He'd needed to find a way to calm down after their earlier conversation, and a cold shower had done the trick.
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"My ass is not a dumpling," she responded with a frown. "Unless that's you telling me I'm fat. Which I so am. Oh god. I'm a dumpling..a Jubie dumpling. And I'm probably not a very good flavour either."
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He stepped back, leaning over the counter and looking at himself in the mirror.
"If I hold you up in front of me, maybe I'll be killed...less."
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"If you can lift me, that means I'm not fat yet." Tapping her fingers on her stomach -- and why not, it was out there.
"But yeah. I don't know how we want to do this. Like no clue. At all. I've been trying to think but yeah...."
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