The tv’s on in Faith’s rathole-room but nobody’s watching. Kicks off the last of the shit covers as she slides down Buffy. Her tongue’s on fucking overdrive as...
“Gyuuu-aawwwd.” How many fingers does B got? And they’re going at it, going at it...
And they’re just shit-for-brains after cause, yeah, it’s that good.
Gives B one good and slow. “Mmmm, don’t I taste yummy?”
Buffy looks away, “Angel.”
“Not the delivery boy these days. ‘Sides, eating ain’t cheating.”
“Rationalize much?” Buffy’s clothes-diving now.
“No big. We take care of each other, B.”
“Yeah. It’s nice...thanks.”
And there she goes.
And I'm gonna try and be a *good* girl and respond to the other drabbles along with my flist as much as I can. But my girls are revelling in the fact that their preschool has spring break this week. Preschool. Spring break. *sigh* I am in love with preschool. A few hours to myself out of the day. Is that too much to ask? *am selfish mom*