Gaz settled herself further into the couch, finally deciding another piece of pizza wasn't worth the journey into the kitchen. She continued to click through the channels at an idle pace. She'd cycled through them twice, finding nothing of interest, and was now mindlessly channel surfing.
She didn't so much as blink at the soft click of Squee's door closing, nor the unmistakable sound of Pepito padding down the hall. Right on cue, he sauntered through the doorway, clad only in boxers and mismatched socks.
"Morning."
Gaz only grunted in return, shifting from the middle cushion. Pepito dropped down onto the worn couch, grimacing at Gaz's channel changing habits...said it gave him a headache.
"So, last night?"
"Eh," she paused, flipping back several channels to a documentary on lemurs, "no mood."
"Pity."
"Sorry for not being as consistently ready for another go as you two lately."
"Ha! I think Todd finally found a cheap relaxant...one I don't mind in the least." His gaze remained on the lemurs, sporting a rather smug leer.
She grunted once more. The whole concept of 'tension releasing, comfort sex...didn't do too much for her. Todd sure had taken a fancy to it over the past week. Some new medical study or something had sworn by it. Of course, Pepito had been happy as a clam to please the boy, literally. This had also allowed her a lot of good, quality time alone with the t.v. Blissfil, quiet t.v time.
"Actually I was elft rather blue balled last night."
A raised eyebrow directed at the screen signaling her confusion.
"He wanted to try getting into deep sleep without the post-orgasm exhaustion."
"How'd that go?"
"I-" the rapid opening and closing of Todd's door cut him short. "...Guess we'll see."
Within seconds a wide-eyed and very disheveled Todd appeared in the living room. He glanced back and forth at his two companions, surveying reality as was usual. The air around him seemed to join in the disjointed vibrations.
"...Amigo?"
His had snapped to attention and after several short twitches Gaz watched him clamber to straddle Pepito, head planted firmly in his chest.
"Not too well, huh."Gaz turned down th volume and propped her feet on the coffee table. Waiting for Pepito to finish consoling and questioning their troubled boyfriend. Maybe she'd come along for tonights comfort session after all....