[ she gives up on the tea so much faster than he expected, and he smiles under her mouth when she starts pushing him away from the kitchen. ] I was preparing to fuck you over the counter, but you seem to have other ideas now yourself.

[ the living room is much more comfortable, and even if he doesn't pick just yet, he's still very encouraging in the way he slides his hands over her ass, grip just the way she likes it. she's got plenty of chair options throughout the premises, more in one room than he has in his whole house. that weird flat thing that he's still not sure of the actual purpose, but they've fucked on it so it's probably not entirely useless. ]

Are you feeling creative or lazy?