Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'The Almighty Johnsons' nor am I profiting from this.
Pairing(s): Olaf Johnson/Stacey.
Warning(s): none.
Word Count: 101.
Stacey curls around him like a snake seeking warmth. Olaf inhales the ever-present funk of weed and salty musk of sweat.
Their kisses are lazy and slow as she rocks her hips against his.
"You are wonderful, babe," he praises. "You know that, right?"
Her smile is one part smug and one part overjoyed with his praises. She is no handmaiden with him. She is something more powerful than the other goddesses, creeping and crawling over his body.
"I'll take any reassurance," she grins. "I'll also accept weed."
"I have both. Care to exchange some kisses and joints?"
"Of course."
