Bickslow found himself really hating the entire 'no sex' thing more than he thought possible. He knew Lucy didn't like it either – oh, she'd made that quite clear – but him? He really did hate it all sometimes. You would think that he wouldn't, because in a sense it was a really great situation he'd found himself in, considering he had a girlfriend that apparently really, really wanted him, but couldn't exactly have him like she wanted to, which only meant that it was all extremely one sided…
But it sucked. Or, maybe that wasn't the right word to use, taking into account how Bickslow found himself that particular morning, since it involved them standing in the kitchen with Lucy in front of him and on her knees, leaving Bickslow almost completely speechless. Again. He wasn't even able to make any jokes about how blowjobs were apparently supposed to stop after you were married, because he'd technically been proven wrong (so blissfully wrong, for which he was glad for for a change), and if he hadn't already realised that the whole 'married' with kids life really wasn't horrible in the slightest, he was sure he would be coming to that conclusion right about then.
There was just one problem, and that was that Bickslow was technically late to work. And sure, it wasn't exactly like he cared that much because he would really much rather be where he was right then than on his way to work or actually at work, but he'd honestly been planning on getting to work on time that morning just because it was a half day for him with Lucy having her much awaited appointment that afternoon. He was trying not to get fired from a job that he still didn't know all that much about (though he was trying to get better. His other self had decided that spending six years in college and law school was a good idea to become a corporate lawyer, so Bickslow had to at least try and get his way through some of the daunting books he figured he would've used in college), and turning up late and then leaving early more than he was already allowed to was not the way to go about that.
But it wasn't exactly like Bickslow was going to stop Lucy from what she was doing. No way. She was too good for him to do that – surprisingly too good, actually, and it really only made Bickslow wonder if she really hadn't done anything before him, but that wasn't something he'd complain about, either. He didn't really care all that much, to be perfectly honest. All that mattered was that she was getting so frustrated that she wasn't allowed to do anything (or more accurately, he wasn't allowed to do anything to her, which did also frustrate him), that she found it necessary to surprise him with moments like that.
Bickslow did have to admit she was a fast learner, though. Then again, she'd had plenty of opportunities to improve and refine her skills over the last two weeks, and who was Bickslow to deny her of that? He wasn't capable of doing that. Not at all.
Just then, his phone was suddenly vibrating in the pocket of his pants that he still had on, and he just about had a heart attack when he felt it. He'd been planning on ignoring it just because he was so close already and the last thing he wanted to be doing was answering it, but then the blonde kneeling on the hardwood floors in front of him was pulling her mouth off him and sitting up slightly. "What? No, no no no," Bickslow whined as he kind of just looked down to Lucy slightly in shock. "Don't stop now, come on." She couldn't leave him like that. That was cruel on so many levels. He wouldn't leave her like that if it was reversed. She is evil.
Lucy shrugged and instead only reached into his pocket – something she realised only made Bickslow whimper slightly – to pull his phone out, and hand it to him after quickly checking the screen. "It's Laxus," she said. "Answer it."
Ah, yes. Trust Laxus to be the reason he wasn't going to be getting off right then. "Laxus can wait." He'd be seeing him in work shortly anyway, so yeah, the guy could wait. Bickslow, on the other hand… "I can't."
"Just answer it already."
Why Lucy was so intent on him answering his stupid phone, he had absolutely no idea. Bickslow was realising that he almost didn't want to know, just because it was that weird, but it wasn't anywhere near as weird as the fact that he was answering a call from his boss and best friend while he was still hard and had been right in the middle of getting a blowjob from his girlfriend. That was weird as all hell.
But… Bickslow tried really hard not to think about that too much when he only rolled his eyes and quickly answered the call and brought it up to his ear. "What the fuck do you want?" he growled before Laxus could even get a single word in.
"Oh, good morning to you too," the former Lightning mage muttered on the other end.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just get to the point. Why are you calling me?"
Lucy stayed where she was as Bickslow spoke to Laxus, and she only silently looked around at the cupboards that surrounded her from where they were in the middle of the kitchen, and she made a mental note to vacuum the floors later. It was only when she looked up that she noticed Bickslow wasn't actually looking at her – he was looking straight ahead, so he wasn't paying even the slightest bit of attention to her, and that was honestly too good for her right then.
"I was just wondering if you were actually gonna show up to—"
"O-Oh my go—fuck, wha—what are you…" Bickslow didn't really hear anything Laxus said before he was cutting him off, and surprisingly (to him, anyway) he managed to pull the phone away from his ear just as he looked down to see Lucy take him into her mouth again.
There was no way in hell she was doing that. Nope. No way. Oh god, she is.
Bickslow only stared down at her in shock as she slowly slid her lips back up his cock and let her tongue circle the tip, before she was taking him back in until her lips met her hand still wrapped around the base. All Bickslow could do was watch as he gripped the edge of the counter and held onto his phone in his other hand.
Pure, unadulterated evil. That was what she was. He hadn't wanted to know what was going through her head before, because honestly, he'd been just a little afraid of what was swirling around in there, but now Bickslow really didn't need to know (though it wasn't like Lucy had planned on doing that. Not really, anyway). All he knew was that she was more twisted than he'd ever given her credit for, and that it only made her that much sexier. Which really, he hadn't even been sure was possible because he'd thought she'd reached the holy pinnacle of beauty once she'd decided to see what her mouth could do to him, but he'd been proved wrong.
He was so fine with that, though.
Unfortunately, Laxus shouting at him loud enough for him to hear even though he was holding the phone as far away from him as he could possibly manage seemed to pull him out of the trance he was in, and suddenly Bickslow was tearing his eyes away from her own that were so positively filled with mischief as she looked up at him, and looking to his phone with the call timer still flashing on the screen.
Right. He was still on the phone with Laxus.
Fuck.
He had to clear his throat as he brought it back to his ear, though that time he made sure to keep watching Lucy just in case she decided to pull any more tricks on him (it didn't help that she really did look incredibly good down there, at least according to Bickslow). "W-What was that you said before?" Bickslow managed to ask. He had to pull the phone away for just another moment and bite down on his knuckle to keep himself from moaning.
She was going to pay for that.
And as much as Bickslow questioned why he hadn't just hung up on Laxus right then and there, he knew Lucy didn't want him to for whatever fucked up reason.
"—was asking if you were actually coming in today," Laxus said, with Bickslow only catching the important part of it by the time he had the phone back to his ear.
"Uh… Uh-huh. Yup. I'm just uh… O-Oh… Jes—" Bickslow made the grave mistake of looking away for just moment, and his train of thought was completely halted (and derailed) as he looked back down just as he felt himself slipping into her throat, and he was greeted by the sight of her lips around the base of his shaft and her nose against the lilac shirt he was still wearing. That was something new, and when she pulled her mouth completely off of him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, he took that as his opportunity to quickly wrap up his conversation with Laxus. So clearing his throat again, Bickslow put the phone back to his ear and said, "Uh, sorry about that, but I'll… I'll be going in to work today. Something just um… Something came up and it uh… It had to be dealt with."
"Right…" the former Dragon Slayer mumbled. "You sound weird right now. What's up with you?"
"Nothing. Nothing is u-up." He just about choked on his words as Lucy took him back in hand and let her tongue snake out to swirl around the flared head before engulfing him once again, and all he could do was put a hand on her head to get her to stop moving for once. Although, he only found that that proved to give her a brief opportunity where she found herself wondering what she could do with her tongue when she wasn't allowed to move her mouth. He couldn't deal with any more distractions right then, though – or at least not for the next thirty seconds. "I just, uh… I'll be on my way once I… finish… this. Quickly." Oh yes. Definitely quickly.
"…Okay?"
"Uh-huh. Yup, alright, gotta go, see you later, bye!" And Bickslow didn't even give Laxus a chance to say anything else before he was quickly ending the call and dropping his phone on the counter behind him. He'd let go of Lucy by then too, and he was only sighing and saying, "I hate you."
But Lucy only shrugged and gave him a look as if to say, 'No you don't.' Though the slight hum that went with it had him letting out another quiet moan.
And he didn't, really, because he loved her too much to ever hate her. But when she made him talk to someone other than her when his cock was in her mouth, he… Yeah, no, he still didn't really hate her. Or dislike her. Bickslow was really just in shock still. There was only so many surprising things he could handle in one day. He could deal with Lucy deciding that he could be just a little late for work that morning because she was getting adorably frustrated, and he could deal with the odd comments from her where she'd all but begged him to just fuck her (but he'd said no, as much as he really wanted to, just because her doctor had said no sex and he was gonna make sure she followed that), and he could even deal with her deciding to see just how much of him he could fit in her mouth...
Those were all good things to deal with.
But Lucy deciding that he should take a phone call while giving him a blowjob in their kitchen was not something he wanted to deal with again. He had to admit that her warped little mind was proving to turn him on just a little bit more than it should because he really wondered if anyone else knew just how twisted she really was, but still, even Bickslow had his limits, and where he'd really thought that nothing in the world could surprise him anymore, he'd been yet again proved wrong.
He'd been proved wrong on a lot of things when it came to Lucy, actually. He still wasn't quite sure how he felt about that.
But it was to no one's surprise (or maybe just a little to Lucy's, even though she really should've been used to it by then, because it wasn't like he never warned her) that Bickslow really didn't last all that long after finally hanging up on Laxus, and he only tipped his head back until it hit the bottom of the cabinet behind him and let out a strangled moan as he came, spilling himself in her mouth against her tongue as she kept her lips closed around him.
He couldn't help but snicker when Lucy got up from the ground after a minute and only gave him a small and tight-lipped smile before she silently headed for the bathroom down the end of the hall.
Bickslow knew he probably shouldn't find it funny that the one thing Lucy hadn't been game enough to do so far was swallow, but he did. It wasn't like he'd ever expected her to do otherwise, because she was still so innocent and sweet in his eyes (despite the fact that he had the image of what Lucy looked like with a dick in her mouth stuck in his head forever from every other time she'd been a good, ahem, student, since he had taken it upon himself to be her teacher and guide her through the world of all things sexual and slightly kinky, but the latter was just wishful thinking of Bickslow's part) that he still had a slightly difficult time picturing her doing anything that was not innocent.
Well, that was a bit of a lie, because he'd pictured her doing a lot of things that were nowhere near innocent, but still. Aside from the fact that his imagination didn't come close to doing her justice, and that him being the only one to see that side of her (he hoped, really) did wonders for his ego, she was still just that somewhat sassy blonde that he was so incredibly in love with it kind of amazed him, and it was just because of who she was that he felt that way. It wasn't so much about the fact that she was way too attractive for her own good (he'd heard stories about how her attempts at using her sex appeal to get away with things had all completely backfired, and he only wondered if everyone she'd tried it on had been blind), at least according to him, but it was more about who she was beneath all of that.
It was because she made him happy and being able to see her and Ingrid were the best parts of his day.
It was because she was loving, and partly because she was Ingrid's mother, too. It was because she was kind and forgiving, and even Bickslow knew that not everyone deserved that from her, but she was always willing to give someone a second chance and believe when no one else really did.
It was because she was strong and he admired her willpower more than she knew. Even when she was scared, tired, or sick, she never gave up or let herself get stuck behind any obstacle. She always kept trying her best, and she always did so with a smile.
Hell, it was even because she told the absolute worst jokes in the entire world – even worse than Evergreen – but he couldn't help but laugh at them.
Plus, she was a really great pillow, but that wasn't really that important since he loved her before he realised that.
But as much as he loved her, and as much as he hated (but also really loved if he had to be completely honest) their one-sided arrangement, he still didn't need that. Sure, it was great that Lucy wanted to, because really, he was incapable of saying no to her because he didn't really want to, either, and it was even greater that she wanted to go further (seriously, it really did do wonders for his ego), but as much as his body disagreed, he didn't need it.
He could survive a little longer without sex, contrary to popular belief. He wanted it, sure, but it really didn't bother him all that much that they weren't sleeping together yet. And that was just a little strange to Bickslow that he didn't really mind as much as he thought he would have since every other 'relationship' he'd had in the past had really just been all about sex. But then again, he'd never exactly been serious about anyone else he'd ever been with. They were just people who made his life just a little more entertaining for a night or two every now and then.
Lucy was different though. Bickslow knew that. Lucy was different because he was serious about her, and he hadn't even needed to know what she looked like beneath all of her clothes to know that she was still what he wanted. And he wanted her because of who she was, not because of what she looked like, which separated her and put her head and shoulders above everyone else. And sure, Bickslow kind of knew that intimacy was kind of important in relationships, not that he really had any experience with actual proper relationships, but he knew that they'd get there when they got there. It wasn't from a lack of desire that they hadn't, so it really wasn't like that was a problem.
If it really came down to it, though – if the doctor decided that it would be safer for Lucy to wait until after the babies were born, Bickslow could cope. Well, he'd find a way to survive, because that was a long time to wait. If anything, he was more worried about Lucy. Still though, he could only hope that Lucy really would be allowed be intimate, because sex was really, really fun, and in the dark, depraved, and twisted lair that was his brain, Bickslow was looking forward to showing Lucy that.
He would just have to wait a little bit longer for that. Well, hopefully.
When Lucy came back down to the living room, Bickslow had already righted himself in terms of fixing his clothes, and was grabbing the last of his things from the bench to leave for work. Considering all things, it was a relatively quiet morning for them, since Ingrid was being graced with a very rare sleep-in (only because she'd been up most of the night crying and hadn't even gone to sleep until 5 a.m. again anyway), so with their seven-and-a-half-month-old daughter asleep, it had really only given Lucy the opportunity to give Bickslow all of her attention for a change, and Bickslow still wasn't going to complain about that.
He was putting his phone back into his pocket and grabbing his laptop off the bench as Lucy asked, "So are you still going to leave early to come to my appointment?"
Bickslow nodded, and his lips curled into a smirk. It was what they'd been talking about before Bickslow had been made even later for work, and there was something entertaining about them slipping back into it so easily. Not that it was a bad thing, of course. "Yup. It's at one, right?"
"One-fifteen," Lucy clarified.
"Well, I'll still be there." Like he would miss it. He hated that he'd missed the last one where Lucy had found out that baby was in fact babies, though Bickslow was just a little worried that the scan she had that afternoon would only end with them finding out that two was in fact three. That, he really did not want. Nuh-uh. After grabbing the keys and making sure he had everything he needed in his satchel to take to work, he stepped up behind Lucy who was making her breakfast and kissed her cheek, then murmured, "And as much as I love you, don't ever do that again."
Lucy glanced to the side. "Do what…?"
"Make me answer the phone when you're sucking me off. It's really not that fun.
"O-Oh, well… So not the… Other thing then…?"
Bickslow only snickered as he saw her cheeks flush. She was so innocent, yet pure evil. It was brilliant and way too sexy. "Yeah, most definitely not the other thing," he chuckled. "That was good. And, you know… There's a name for that. I believe you'll find it in one of your unpublished and unfinished stories."
Lucy spun around after dropping the dangerously sharp knife she'd been using on the board to stare at the cackling former Seith mage that was smartly retreating over to the front door. "Bickslow! I thought you were going to stop reading those!" she spluttered. It was bad enough Bickslow had come across one of her other self's unfinished works on her computer, but she had dealt with that then and he'd told her that he wasn't going read any more of the Handcuff Chronicles, as he had dubbed it. The problem was that her other self had written more than just a few scenes here and there in random documents. Lucy hadn't wanted to read them, but Bickslow, on the other hand…
He'd apparently had other plans.
He just hadn't been able to help himself, and when he had nothing to do at work (besides his actual work), they were great fun to read. He just had to, you know, make sure he didn't have any meetings because some of them really were far too sexy, and it most definitely didn't help that they all seemed to involve one particular blue-and-black haired narcissist and another blonde angel.
"Yeah, well, I just had to send them all to myself. They're great, though. You should really try reading them!" Hell, they might give you a few ideas… But the scowl Lucy gave him, despite being still incredibly embarrassed, only had that thought running from his mind at full speed. Yeah, maybe not yet.
As soon as his afternoon meeting that had apparently been compulsory was over, Bickslow was practically running out of the building. He hadn't wanted to go back to work after leaving for Lucy's appointment, but he'd had no other choice. Meetings were things he hated anyway, but this one…
This one had just seemed to go on and on for what felt like an eternity. Aside from the fact that he'd only had to go because he was apparently important and just had to look pretty sitting with the other board members as they conducted some bullshit interview, he'd had other things on his mind for the entire two-hours, so he hadn't paid attention to anything that had happened at all (but it really wasn't like he'd needed to, so it was fine). He'd just been too busy thinking about what his evening would entail, apart from the obvious tail he'd be getting, and when he made a point of packing up his things when the meeting was over just a little faster than usual and Laxus asked him where he was off to in such a hurry, Bickslow just hadn't been able to help himself by saying he had a hot date to go to. Oh, and of course his lecherous grin went with it, just because Erza's embarrassment from hearing it had been too damn entertaining for Bickslow and he never wasted an opportunity to mess with Lucy's former team.
But it wasn't exactly like a 'hot date' was that far from the truth. It would be hot, and steamy, and it was kind of a date. Well, not really, but whatever. Though, Bickslow did realise after saying that that he probably should try and take Lucy out on another actual, proper date – maybe they could do that date night thing that married couples do? That seemed fun and kind of grown up, and Bickslow was a grown up so he could most definitely do grown up things.
Sometimes.
…Except, things didn't end up going quite to plan. It wasn't hot, and it wasn't steamy, or even anything close to romantic, which seemed to ruin Lucy's expectations of what her first time would be like.
First it had been Ingrid crying because apparently she hadn't liked being left in her crib for all of five extra minutes because Bickslow had, as he had put it when he'd carried Lucy down to the bedroom after getting home from work, to repay his debt. So that hadn't quite gone to plan because their kid was probably quite literally out to ruin their sex life (just like the twins).
Then it had been a 'brief' (three hour) pause where it had been Ingrid's playtime because she'd been wide awake from napping all day (literally the only time she wasn't crying those days), then dinner, then waiting for Ingrid to fall asleep after her bath and bedtime routine that had to be done correctly each and every goddamn night because she apparently couldn't sleep without it being done in order…
And then, finally, they'd had some peace and time to themselves. But it still hadn't been quite what they'd expected. It had been awkward for one, since Lucy's belly had started getting in the way (but it wasn't like that had been horrible, because it just required some re-positioning that happened to be fun). Then she'd almost been in tears because at one point because she'd only just remembered that in that world, she'd had a baby less than eight months earlier, and then it had been Bickslow telling her she was stupid because really, like he gave a damn, honestly. He just wanted to get laid (and he quite honestly hadn't been able to tell anyway).
Then it was Lucy having to tell Bickslow to just get the fuck on with it and stop being a wuss because he really could not hurt the babies or her, and if he didn't fuck her, she'd most definitely get someone (or something, perhaps) else to. And then they'd basically just been laughing over the ridiculousness of the entire situation right up until the oh so blissful end, and Bickslow could quite honestly say that it was the first time he had ever laughed his way through sex (even if it was really just more chuckling than actual laughing, and it had been just a little sweet).
So then they just laid there, staring up at the ceiling and catching their breath once again, because holy fucking shit, that had just happened.
"So… That was fun," Lucy said breathlessly as she tugged the silk sheet – she was still wondering just what caused Bickslow to buy silk goddamn sheets – up to cover her breasts, just because she was feeling a little exposed all of a sudden, although why she did, she had absolutely no idea.
It had been fun, though. Or at least it had been for her, even if she was just a little uncomfortable right then because cramps are never fun.
"Definitely fun," Bickslow agreed just as breathlessly. Okay, so awkward, yes, not at all hot or steamy, also yes, but fun? Oh yeah. And sweet. It was kinda sweet, which was a first for him, strangely. "And I think that takes…" He suddenly began counting on his fingers and Lucy raised her eyebrows at him. "Seven things off my bucket list?"
"You have a bucket list…?"
"Oh yeah. It's very extensive, too. Or at least it was once."
"And do you want to tell me just how that crossed seven things off at once?" Lucy asked.
Bickslow rolled to his side then and his lips curled up into an impish smirk. Counting on his fingers again, he began, "One, girlfriend. Two, wife."
"Those were on your bucket list? Really?"
He nodded. Of course they were. "Three," he continued, "Married woman."
"That's the same as two."
"Nope. Two is someone married to me, which you kinda are," the former Seith mage explained. "Three is someone married to someone else, which you also kinda are since you're technically married to my other self. Well, your other self is married to my other self." The dazed look she gave him only had Bickslow quickly rolling his eyes and adding, "It works, okay."
"I'm sure it does," she giggled.
"Four, knocked up."
"…Really?"
He nodded again. "Oh yes. Most definitely." He'd be lying if he said it wasn't something he found just a little attractive… Or a lot when it came to Lucy. "Five, MILF."
Lucy's face twisted into something close to disgust and she sat up on an elbow. "A what now?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at that one. There was no way he had just called her what she thought he had.
"Mum I'd like to fuck," Bickslow answered without batting an eye. Though, when Lucy just proceeded to glare at him, he inched away from her on the mattress, somewhat fearing for his life. "What?"
"I am not that."
"Well, you are…"
"No, I'm not," Lucy said firmly, shaking her head a little. She didn't want to be that, and she didn't really want Bickslow to think of her as that, just because it felt a little… degrading. "And I don't want that to be what you think of me when you see me, either."
Ah, fuck. Yes, good job. Offend her. You are literally the best boyfriend ever. You just had to go and offend the pregnant one, too! Oh, shit… No, no, please don't cry. Fuck me. Bickslow was quickly reaching just to wrap his arms around her as she sniffled and bit back on her tears, and he lightly pressed his lips to her forehead. "Trust me when I say that's not what I think of you when I see you," he whispered. "I think of much nicer things when I look at you."
Lucy sniffled again and curled up against his chest. "Like?"
"Like how you're beautiful," Bickslow said slowly with a soft smile. "And how I'm really incredibly lucky to have you."
"Hm, okay," she mumbled. He was forgiven. "What are six and seven from your bucket list?"
"Ah, well… Six was you."
"That's a little weird."
"Yeah, I know," he admitted with a light chuckle. That one he hadn't exactly been planning on fulfilling at all, though. That was more of just a fantasy, and sure, it happened to involve her in a cheerleader's uniform, but he was still counting it.
"And what about seven?" Lucy asked then.
Seven was undeniably Bickslow's favourite, as lame as it was. He was sure his cheeks would be just a little flushed if he were to look in the mirror, but he tried his best to ignore that as he quietly replied with, "Seven, was with someone that I happen to really love." And then Lucy was blushing as she looked back up, which really just made Bickslow feel a little better about himself.
It was true, though. He'd never actually been with anyone that he cared about, and he'd wanted to, as strange as it was. Meaningless got boring after a while; he'd wanted something better than that. And it wasn't like he'd wanted meaningful – you know, that slow, passionate, 'I'm going to look you directly in the eyes this entire time and make it really awkward for us,' kind of sex that all of the lonely middle-aged authors of weird as shit books wrote about, or they had in the movies that Bickslow was ashamed to say that he'd seen because he got bored on weekends sometimes when both Ingrid and Lucy were having their nap time.
He didn't want that. He just wanted something better than what he'd always had.
He'd never really moved on it, though. He'd always figured that when he eventually decided he was ready to settle down ten years down the track that he'd get that then.
Except the entire chaotic alternate universe situation happened before that could ever happen and he realised he was already in love with someone else, anyway, and ten years down the track became just three short months.
And it was better. Well, sort of. He didn't really know how it was, because the actual sex itself had been… bad. But whatever. First times weren't always that great because it's just so new and there's too much fumbling for it to be that great. It had still been good, though. And fun. Fun was always good. But it had still been better somehow, and Bickslow loved that.
Just as much as he loved Lucy. Well, not quite as much, but close.
Lucy couldn't help but giggle though. It was kind of cute, and so adorably dorky, and she still had a difficult time reminding herself that it was Bickslow who was actually capable of saying those kinds of things. She was completely convinced that he was really just a giant softy on the inside and he wasn't half as bad as what he let everyone else believe, and she loved it just a little bit too much because he was all hers.
"Okay, that one is kind of sweet," she murmured, softly tilting her head back up to softly press her lips to his. "And I love you, too."
"You know, I've never actually had someone tell me that after sex and really mean it?" he mused. "It's kinda nice."
"Alright, you're kind of ruining the moment now." She didn't exactly want to know what people told him after sex, not when she was his girlfriend… And when she kind of hoped to stay as his girlfriend, too. But you don't say that after sex. Oh no.
"I think I ruined the moment as soon as I brought up my bucket list."
Lucy pulled herself away from the former Seith mage and sat up on the edge of the bed with her back to him to slip on the not-so-crisp-any-longer lilac shirt he'd been wearing earlier. It wasn't exactly like it fit her – it would have if she hadn't been pregnant, maybe – but she didn't really feel like walking into the hall completely naked, and his shirt just happened to be the closest thing to her. "That's a good point," she replied, standing up slowly. "But it was kind of nice until you called me a MILF."
"I feel like if I said you aren't one now, though, I'd be offending you even more," Bickslow tried defending himself before asking, "Where are you off to?" Sure, she looked good walking away, but come on, the bed was kind of cold without her in it.
She didn't turn to look over her shoulder as she sashayed out into the hall. "To the linen cupboard to grab some towels to take a shower." It was as she came back down with the fresh bright green towels folded in her arms that she actually looked to Bickslow sitting up slightly on the bed, and she gave him an all too playful smile as she added while stepping into the bathroom, "Feel free to join me."
Bickslow had never gotten out of bed so fast.