She woke first, groggy, stiff, and with her waist throbbing in pain. “Matt.” she said automatically, her eyes closing tighter.
No response.
She shifted, slightly, rubbing her eyes with her forearms and called his name again. “Matt.” Again, there was nothing and for a second she wondered if he died in his sleep and thought, that, if he did it would be from smoking so much. But then she remembered that he kept his gun on the night stand and he’d shoot himself before he’d let himself suffocate to death. “Matt!” Her arm flung over and smacked the pillow-face-planted, auburn-haired gamer in the back of his head as her eyes shot daggers towards his direction.
Matt groaned and lifted his head lightly, his tired blue eyes gazing out at nothing in particular. “Wha~?” came the whine of protest. Then he looked over and saw her, and smiled just slightly. “Ah, morning, ________…” Absently, Matt reached over and grabbed the pack of cigarettes that lay next to the semi-automatic 357 magnum gun. Then, when he didn’t see his lighter, he decided that it must be in his jeans and he rose from the bed, exposing his wonderful backside to her. He grabbed his jeans up from the floor and dug around in the four pockets until he recovered said lighter from the clothes. He crawled back into bed and covered himself lightly, the white bed sheets pooling on his lower back. Matt lit a cigarette, took a drag, and puffed out a river of smoke. “So…” he sighed, resting his head on the pillow and sending smiles at her still figure.
“So?”
“How was it? The sex?”
Silence came and she deadpanned at the boy. “My hips are hurting, I don’t think I’ll be able to move for today.” she muttered before managing to roll and face away from the boy.
“That means you had fun? Right?” and he leaned closer, placing a feathery kiss on the side of her now smiling face.
She shifted, slightly, rubbing her eyes with her forearms and called his name again. “Matt.” Again, there was nothing and for a second she wondered if he died in his sleep and thought, that, if he did it would be from smoking so much. But then she remembered that he kept his gun on the night stand and he’d shoot himself before he’d let himself suffocate to death. “Matt!” Her arm flung over and smacked the pillow-face-planted, auburn-haired gamer in the back of his head as her eyes shot daggers towards his direction.
Matt groaned and lifted his head lightly, his tired blue eyes gazing out at nothing in particular. “Wha~?” came the whine of protest. Then he looked over and saw her, and smiled just slightly. “Ah, morning, ________…” Absently, Matt reached over and grabbed the pack of cigarettes that lay next to the semi-automatic 357 magnum gun. Then, when he didn’t see his lighter, he decided that it must be in his jeans and he rose from the bed, exposing his wonderful backside to her. He grabbed his jeans up from the floor and dug around in the four pockets until he recovered said lighter from the clothes. He crawled back into bed and covered himself lightly, the white bed sheets pooling on his lower back. Matt lit a cigarette, took a drag, and puffed out a river of smoke. “So…” he sighed, resting his head on the pillow and sending smiles at her still figure.
“So?”
“How was it? The sex?”
Silence came and she deadpanned at the boy. “My hips are hurting, I don’t think I’ll be able to move for today.” she muttered before managing to roll and face away from the boy.
“That means you had fun? Right?” and he leaned closer, placing a feathery kiss on the side of her now smiling face.
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