Mordecai was bringing groceries up to their room. He walked by bits of dried up paint, torn pieces of paper, and an array of paint drippings and bristle bits. Unfortunately, the artist career was off to a rocky start. It wasn't that it was flopping, it was more that the high in demand content(like the one he made benson) was rare for him to achieve and to resort to selling more standard stuff. He had made just enough money to get new supplies and sometimes pay for grocery. Margaret had to take a side job as a blogger and use the ad revenue to keep up with the costs. It wasn't really hard for her so she didn't mind, they both felt that he was gonna hit big one of these days.
"Margaret, I got the milk and eggs." Mordecai said as he made it to the top
"Okay, just set it on the counter." Margaret said from the kitchen
Mordecai walked in and saw Margaret making soup, naked. Since moving in together, Mordecai was made aware of Margaret's secret nudist lifestyle and was all for it. If it meant a better sex life and getting to see her naked all the time it was okay with him(and besides it's not like he ever wore clothes that often anyway). She poured two bowls and put two glasses on the table as Mordecai put the groceries away.
"So these are for the birthday party your going to tomorrow." Mordecai said as he put the groceries away
"Yah, it's for CJ's dad." Margaret said as she mixed lemonade
The two sat down and started eating. Mordecai noticed that despite being naked against a probably cold wooden chair, Margaret appeared unphased
"Hey, don't you get cold when you sit now?" Mordecai asked
"What do you mean?" Margaret asked as she gulped down some soup
"Well, your sitting on a cold wooden chair naked, doesn't that run a chill up or something?" Mordecai asked
"Oh, well I've been a nudist since the day after Amadeus and I've just gotten used to the cold." Margaret answered as she poured a glass of lemonade
"Oh, alright then." Mordecai said as he poured his own glass of lemonade
"Kind of odd you of all people ask me that." Margaret said as she gestured to him
"Oh right, clothes wasn't that constant of a thing so I didn't have much to compare to in how cold or weird certain felt when I sat or leaned against it." Mordecai explained
"So, you got a new piece planned for this weekend?" Margaret asked
"Yah, I think this ones really gonna bring it in." Mordecai said as he sipped the last of the broth from his bowl.
"I'm gonna head to bed." Mordecai said
"I'll be there in just a minute." Margaret said as she took out some plastic wrap for the soup.
Mordecai set the alarm clock to 7:00 since that's when Margaret had to leave for work before getting into bed. Since basically both of them were nudists, they had a very warm and layered bed. It was probably the most expensive non paint thing he had. They used it for nice weekends especially when it was just the two of them. Margaret walked in and climbed into bed with him.
"Did you set the alarm?" Margaret asked
"Yep, it's all set." Mordecai said
"Great, well goodnight." Margaret said as she kissed his cheek and went to bed
7 hours later
Mordecai woke up and at first thought he was back in his room from the park before realizing it was his home. He still had some getting used to with the new home and all. He still felt grainy and alittle sweaty from the blankets. He looked and saw it was 6:00 am. He thought for a minute to go back to sleep but he could use this time to get some work done which would be better given the deadline. He turned off the alarm and slipped out of bed to avoid waking Margaret. He then grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom. Their shower was a more cheaply produced one, having a magnetic glass door rather than a shower curtain. He turned the water on and took out his toothbrush while it warmed up. The time travel incident really made him remember to brush his teeth every day. As he scrubbed, he noticed hole was starting to get some brown peach fuzz. All those late nights edging back and forth between artists block made him sloppy with his hygiene, his work and Margaret taking over priority. He spit and grabbed his razor before hopping in the shower. It was easier for him to shave in the shower as it meant no shoving cream and easier clean up. He wiped off his fogged up mirror and started to graze the razor over his brown hair without getting his skin.
The sound of running water woke Margaret up. She looked over and realized that Mordecai was in the shower. She had a full day of work(both standard and personal) and felt a little morning intimacy would really help. She eased out of bed and made sure Mordecai couldn't hear her. Luckily, the door didn't need to be closed and she saw her man's silhouette shampooing his scalp. She tugged on the shower handle and slipped in, making a tight fit to close the door(it pushing against her butt).
"Morning Mordecai." Margaret said seductively
Mordecai jumped for a second before clearing his eyes and realizing it was Margaret.
"Oh, morning Margaret, I didn't know you were up." Mordecai said, still scrubbing the soap out of his hair
"I just thought we'd have some fun while we have the time." Margaret said as she wrapped her arms around his neck
She wasted no time and slid him inside. Margaret let out a purr at this, the returning feel of pleasure coming right on back. She wrapped her legs around his waist and started making out. Mordecai helped her up by her hips and started thrusting her against the tile wall. Both were moaning through their kiss as the hot water made them even "hungrier". Margaret started feeling down Mordecai's back and Mordecai started squeezing her butt. Both were curling the toes as their climax was drawing close. Neither noticed how steamed up the bathroom was becoming. Margaret gripped his shoulders hard and felt her legs tighten as she climaxed. Mordecai followed a second later and both were panting on the ground with the water still flowing. Both were coughing as Mordecai turned the water off so they could clear the steam a bit.
"And that is how you start the day off right." Margaret joked
"He he, Yah. Do you want the shower now?" Mordecai asked
"Sure, I gotta get the cake ready anyway." Margaret said as she stood up
"I could get started for you." Mordecai suggested
"That's really sweet, but I got it." Margaret answered
"Okay, I'll be downstairs working." Mordecai said as he grabbed his towel and stepped out
He heard the water turn back on as he grabbed a breakfast bar and some ice coffee. He slid down the ladder and grabbed his paints. He was adding blotches of orange to the ground of his piece: the park dome. He was mixing browns with oranges and clays with blacks to get the texture just right. After he ran out of clay color and grabbed another tube, he saw Margaret walk down. She was fully clothed and was caring her finished cake in a plastic container.
"I'll be back tonight at 8, hope the piece comes out great." Margaret said as she kissed him and walked out the side door of the studio.
Mordecai was deep in thought. The 11 foot high piece looked good, but not good enough. He grabbed his ladder and took out a ruler and marker. He started to add more detail in to the space in between the wood of the house. He was adding a slight reflection in the windows, a mud puddle by the hose, a crack by the garage door, and a pile of clothes in the corner of one of the windows were Rigby's pile of "blankets" usually was. Even with all the detail and craftsmanship, Mordecai was still I satisfied. He slid down the ladder and went to another piece. It was basically a splash panel of all the eating challenges he did with the guys over the years. He added more folds to the tortilla of the very meat burrito, added more chili beans to the eggscelent challenge, colored the milk gallon whiter, etc. he was somewhat satisfied but still unsatisfied. He went to the 8-But design of his death-Kwon-do adventures and started removing lines from the pixelated mullets.
8 hours later
Mordecai felt tired, sore, hungry, but still not content with his work. His current pieces were magnificent and easily among his best, but it wasn't enough. He felt his eyes hurt and his feathers crusty with paint and ink. He sat down in his chair and popped open a soda. He still had work to do on an advertising poster due in 2 days and he was only half finished. He felt like nothing he did could satisfy this desire to create work not for fame, but for inspiration and "his mark". The mark that every person wants to achieve, a mark left that shows you mattered and had a reason for being here. Yes he saved Christmas, the world, and even the universe. But that was all them, and this time he wanted to stand out as him. His brainstorm of frustration was lifted when he heard the door open and Margaret walked in. She still had her reporter make up on and had a piece of a different cake in her hand.
"Hey sweety, how're the current projects coming along?" Margaret asked
"What, oh they're dong fine." Mordecai said yawning
"Wow, this is all amazing." Margaret said as she looked over at his different pieces
It did ease up the stress to know that she liked his work.
"Oh, I brought you some cake from the party." Margaret said as she set the piece down by his desk
"Oh thanks, how was the party?" Mordecai asked
"Oh it was nice, CJ told me she says hi and that she loved your piece "beach set"." Margaret explained
"Oh, for real." Mordecai said excitedly
"Yah, she said it was really cool." Margaret said as she took her shirt off
"What kind of cake is it?" Mordecai asked, not aware of Margaret undressing
"Oh, it's red velvet with peppermint, I'm gonna go up and take a bath." Margaret said as she continued stripping
Mordecai looked up and saw her clothes raining down as she walked up the ladder, her panties falling last just as she was out of sight
"Your free to join me if you want." Margaret said from upstairs
Mordecai set the cake down and looked at a green box he had inside his work stuff. He have a second of silence before mumbling "tomorrow" and finishing the cake.
"Yah, be right up." Mordecai said as he put his art stuff away and walked up the ladder