They say revenge never makes you feel better. But I beg to differ. That shit felt amazing.
Panting for air, Folie's ass jiggles there like two doughy pancakes.
"...more..." she murmurs through gasps, our bodies soaked in sweat, my hair clinging to my forehead as it drips with sweat.
"No, I'm going to be productive. I'm sure innocent civilians are dying due to your lust, so you'd better do the same."
"Hmm, I'm sure they'll be fine."
Actually, her absence is probably saving lives. Guess distracting her is my good deed of the day.
My tired eyes widen. I completely forgot about the Post-it note.
"What time is it?"
"Hmm, time for round two, Gravy." She mumbles.
We're a little past round two.
Smacking her ass in annoyance, it jiggles as she lets out a yelp before giggling.
Grabbing a random shirt and pants from Folie's dresser, I get dressed.
Getting up, I walk into the kitchen, where I bump into Fintan.
"Oh..." Her eyes widen. "Graves!"
"Good morning, Fintan."
"Graves, about last night..."
Pursing my lips, I wince. "Ooh, yeah... sorry I wen-"
"I WANT TO DO IT AGAIN!"
"Uh... o...k?"
For a moment, I thought I'd killed her, so I'm glad she isn't dead.
Her face goes red as she plays with her hands. "If I'm being honest, I don't remember what happened last night. I was sucking your fire hose, then it felt really good, then I started choking, and then I began feeling really, really good when your tongue was doing something."
"I appreciate the summary."
"So, can we do it again?"
"I have to go save someone's life, and you should probably do the same. But I'll come back later. You technically don't even live here yet, so we'll get those papers signed."
Her eyes widen as she cheers. "YES! Yes... whatever it takes."