A/N: Ha! Another chapter.This is not turning into Mo/R, I promise! Please
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Joanne's couch was so much nicer the Mark and Roger's. In fact, most of the apartment was much nicer than the loft. Maureen squished up against Joanne's chenille pillow. It was so soft, just like Joanne's hair, and her skin, and her-
Joanne burst in through the door, practically out of breath. "Honey Bear! I've got something to show you."
She darted to Maureen's side, which was good because Maureen wouldn't have gotten up anyway. The chenille was much too comfortable.
"Maureen," Joanne said breathily as she ripped her sweater off revealing a black lacy bra. "I thought we could do something," Joanne reached into her brief case for a bottle of chocolate syrup and a dildo, "special tonight."
Joanne had a naughty little smile on as she uncapped the syrup and began to pour the syrup over her chest . She pooled some chocolate in her hand. Maureen grabbed Joanne's wrist aggressively and licked the syrup right out of her hand. This would be the best chocolate Sunday ever.
"Maureen," Joanne cried, "Maureen!" The chocolate, however, didn't taste like chocolate at all.
"MAUREEN!" Joanne said frantically, without passion. "WAKE UP!"
Maureen wrenched her eyes open mid-lick to find neither Joanne, nor the chocolate sauce. She found Mark's hand and a very anxious expression on his face.
"Uh.Maureen? Can I have my hand back?" She dropped Marks hand immediately, and straightened herself up.
"Sorry, um.strange dream," Maureen explained.
"Right."
"So." There was a very awkward silence. "What time is it?"
"Almost noon."
"Yeah, well.how was 'boys' night out'?"
"Great. I don't think I've been out drinking with Collins and Roger, especially Roger, in a long time. I don't understand it. Roger was in such a great mood."
"Huh."
"In fact, he paid for drinks. I haven't seen him that happily drunk in a long time." Mark was grinning stupidly as he remembered Roger drunk and singing like an Irishman.
"Sounds like fun."
"It was. I'm sure he's got a killer hangover right now."
"Oh."
"So.you going back to Joanne's soon?"
"No." Maureen wanted to talk to Roger first, which would be impossible if she woke him now. So she'd have to wait. "I couldn't stand the sight of that bitch at the moment! You wouldn't believe what she said last night! First she." Maureen prattled on to Mark, rehashing her fight until Mark made a feeble excuse to leave.
Joanne's couch was so much nicer the Mark and Roger's. In fact, most of the apartment was much nicer than the loft. Maureen squished up against Joanne's chenille pillow. It was so soft, just like Joanne's hair, and her skin, and her-
Joanne burst in through the door, practically out of breath. "Honey Bear! I've got something to show you."
She darted to Maureen's side, which was good because Maureen wouldn't have gotten up anyway. The chenille was much too comfortable.
"Maureen," Joanne said breathily as she ripped her sweater off revealing a black lacy bra. "I thought we could do something," Joanne reached into her brief case for a bottle of chocolate syrup and a dildo, "special tonight."
Joanne had a naughty little smile on as she uncapped the syrup and began to pour the syrup over her chest . She pooled some chocolate in her hand. Maureen grabbed Joanne's wrist aggressively and licked the syrup right out of her hand. This would be the best chocolate Sunday ever.
"Maureen," Joanne cried, "Maureen!" The chocolate, however, didn't taste like chocolate at all.
"MAUREEN!" Joanne said frantically, without passion. "WAKE UP!"
Maureen wrenched her eyes open mid-lick to find neither Joanne, nor the chocolate sauce. She found Mark's hand and a very anxious expression on his face.
"Uh.Maureen? Can I have my hand back?" She dropped Marks hand immediately, and straightened herself up.
"Sorry, um.strange dream," Maureen explained.
"Right."
"So." There was a very awkward silence. "What time is it?"
"Almost noon."
"Yeah, well.how was 'boys' night out'?"
"Great. I don't think I've been out drinking with Collins and Roger, especially Roger, in a long time. I don't understand it. Roger was in such a great mood."
"Huh."
"In fact, he paid for drinks. I haven't seen him that happily drunk in a long time." Mark was grinning stupidly as he remembered Roger drunk and singing like an Irishman.
"Sounds like fun."
"It was. I'm sure he's got a killer hangover right now."
"Oh."
"So.you going back to Joanne's soon?"
"No." Maureen wanted to talk to Roger first, which would be impossible if she woke him now. So she'd have to wait. "I couldn't stand the sight of that bitch at the moment! You wouldn't believe what she said last night! First she." Maureen prattled on to Mark, rehashing her fight until Mark made a feeble excuse to leave.
