Library, Sunday

[gavegoodface]

Sadly, due to his library shift, Face couldn't spend his Sunday building yurts and futons out at the campgrounds. Instead he had to spend it in the library, reading and stacking shelves.

Tragic that. Simply tragic.

Comments

Re: Talk to Face

[gavegoodface]

Face grinned into the kiss, palms flat against the desk for balance.

Yeah, this had definitely been a better choice of poem than one of the ones that used bread/breast similes.

Re: Talk to Face

[seeks_truth]

Much, much better.

Cassandra kissed him again, her fingers messing idly with the hair at his nape.

Re: Talk to Face

[gavegoodface]

There's been at least two of them, guy had had a thing for boobs and bread.

Face shivered, not unpleasantly, and gave a pleased little hum as he nipped gently at Cassandra's lower lip.

Re: Talk to Face

[seeks_truth]

Well, Cassandra wasn't exactly buxom, nor did she have any bread.

Nor a particularly great deal of experience with being kissed, which was why having her lip nipped at elected a little, surprised gasp.

Not a bad gasp, but still.

Re: Talk to Face

[gavegoodface]

To be fair, Face's actual experience didn't extend much beyond kissing.

But he was very dedicated to being good at the parts he was familiar with.