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Yenyen76: Lol sorry about that. I'm not a fan of the spicy either but it give her character. We all have our weird eating habits =D
Nertooold54: LOL!
Guinnesshero: Yes honey but if your wearing the dip then you get no calories /wiggles eyebrows
Anonymous: I am aware of the situation at FFN and to be honest I do not think that leaving that in a review was appropriate. That is more suited to a PM.
Anonymous2: I had to give him a manly throw and lets be honest there's nothing quite as male as wolves. They scream power, control and leadership, at least to me anyway. Thanks for the well wishes on packing =) I need all the mental help I can get LOL
Anonymous3: Yeah fair skin blows LOL
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Chapter 40 - Leg Humping
Michelle giggled and ran her hand down the back of his head.
"Honey," she said regretfully.
"Hmmm?" He asked, snuggling deeper and pushing her down into the bed a little more.
"I need to shower," she said.
"Why? I licked it all off. But if you think I missed some I could try again," he muttered. She snorted then giggled at his comment.
"No, Baby, kinda gotta do it. You should too. You're getting sticky," she said.
"Hmmm," he said. Michelle wrapped her legs around his stomach, twined her ankles and let them slide to his lower back.
"Mmmmm," he groaned and snuggled down. Michelle paused then burst into a giggling fit.
"Is...that...Weird Al Yankovic?" She said, between giggling fits. He paused and listened to the music coming from the speakers.
"Umm humm, Techie's CD," he mumbled. She let out a sigh and shook her head.
"You two are so weird," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair. He slit his eyes open and smiled.
"Look I missed a spot," he murmured.
"And that's why I need to shower," she said.
He let out a resigned sigh and pushed up off of her. She grunted, unwrapped her legs from around his waist, and smiled up at him. He snorted, stuck his tongue out at her and rolled so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Leaning over, he pulled open the cabinet and took out three towels. He glared at the diminishing pile. He made a mental note, more pillows, more towels and another set of sheets. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. Maybe he'd actually do it this time.
"What's so funny?" She asked, seeing him shake his head as he chuckled.
"Silly thoughts," he told her.
She smiled, grabbed the towels, and scooted to the end of the bed. Standing up, she walked to the bathroom door.
"You coming?" She asked, looking over her shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm just going to change these sheets real quick," he muttered.
She nodded and stepped into the bathroom. Twenty minutes, clean sheets, and a shower later, they lay curled up together. His fingers trailed down her arm and smoothed over the bruise. Leaning over, he dropped a kiss on the bruise.
"I'm going to have to go away more often," he murmured. She chuckled and shook her head.
"No," she told him firmly.
"You know I will be," he told her. She let out a sigh and turned her head to look at him.
"I know but we'll deal with it when it comes. You're here for now and I want to keep you here as long as I can," she told him.
He smiled and ran his finger over her eyebrow, down the side of her face until he reached her jaw. Cupping her face in his hand, he leaned down and kissed her. Her eyes drifted closed and she luxuriated in the feel of his mouth on hers. He broke the kiss and pulled back just a little. Looking down at her face, he smiled.
"You're sleepy aren't you?" He asked her with a knowing smile.
"Maybe," she said. He laughed and scooted to the edge of the bed.
"Hey," she whined as he moved away from her.
"Just going to lock the bathroom door and turn off the stereo. It's pushing midnight and I'm sure Techie is ready for bed," he muttered.
She grunted and grabbed his pillow. He got off the bed and walked to his dresser. Digging through the drawer, he pulled out a pair of pajama pants and a tee shirt. He pulled on the pants then walked to the stereo. After turning it off, he walked to the bathroom door and turned the lock on their side of the door. Still carrying the tee shirt, he walked back to the bed. Michelle's eyes fluttered open when he sat on the edge of the bed. He held up the tee shirt and she smiled at him. Sitting up, she took the tee shirt and pulled it on.
"Did you put the open dip in the refrigerator?" She murmured as she pulled on the shirt he had handed her.
"No, I'll do that now," he said, picking up the jar from the floor.
He leaned over again and picked up the cup of chocolate syrup. Carrying them to the counter, he set them down and pulled out the brushes. He turned on the water and squeezed some soap into his hand and started cleaning the brushes. After rinsing them, he set them to the side then dried his hands. Putting the cap back on the jar of cheesecake dip, he looked around and spotted a marker. Picking it up, he initialed it and put it in the refrigerator.
Throwing the other cup out, he ambled to the bed and crawled in next to Michelle. Reaching over her, he tugged at his pillow. She released it and rolled onto her stomach and pulled her own pillow under her head. Smiling, he rolled onto his stomach, scooted up closer, and slung his arm over her lower back.
Rolling over, Legates grunted when the light pierced his eyelids. He realized he was lying on Michelle's side of the bed. The sheets were cold which meant that she'd been gone awhile. Rolling off the bed, he scrambled to his feet. He spotted her bag and relaxed. Walking to his dresser, he pulled out clothes then carried them to his bed. A few minutes later, he was dressed, walking down the hall, and whistling. Walking into the lounge, he sighed and rolled his eyes.
"You guys are so Un-American," Legates muttered. Addison looked over at him with frown.
"Excuse me?"
"It's Sunday and you're watching Japanime. Bastard? Really? Sunday means football," Legates grumbled.
"No, that's Monday night football, dipshit," Wilson said.
"Actually, butt wipe, it's Sunday," Legates said, tossing a TV Guide at Wilson.
Michelle breezed in carrying a bag and two cups of coffee. Handing a cup to Legates, she turned back around and headed to the door. Pausing, she looked at Wilson with a smirk.
"He's right. It's Sunday," she said then left the room. They turned to look at him and he shrugged taking a drink of his coffee.
"Where is she going?" Addison asked, waving his finger towards Michelle's retreating back.
"Our room would be my guess," Techie answered in a smart ass tone.
"To do what? I mean you're here," Addison pointed out.
"Dunno, maybe to put her own clothes on," Legates mumbled, sipping his coffee.
He was glaring at the screen wishing it would magically have football on it when Michelle returned wearing a long sleeved Redskins tee shirt. She looked at the TV screen then at the glassy eyed men on the couch. Setting the plate she was carrying in Legates lap, she turned and put her hands on her hips.
"Seriously? SERIOUSLY? It's Sunday. You better get to changing it to ESPN," she rumbled at Techie who was holding the remote.
"It's only 11:30 the game starts at one," he mumbled. She shook her head and mumbled as she sat down next to Legates. He was staring at the plate in his lap.
"What the hell is this?" He asked, still looking at the plate in his lap.
"Well, some people call it fruit," she told him with a smirk, picking up a fork and stabbing a piece of banana with it.
"Yeah, but why am I holding a plate of it?" He asked, looking up at her. She reached over and plucked the plate from his lap.
"Because I needed my hands a minute ago. Now, I plan on eating it and your cheesecake dip," she said, grinning. He snagged her fork and stuck the banana in the cheesecake dip.
"Hey," she whined.
"It was my gift," he smirked as he ate the banana.
"Uh, are they fighting over food?" Wilson asked in disbelief.
"To be honest I'm not sure," Techie said, silently laughing at the pair.
Michelle reached to take the fork back and Legates jerked his hand back so she couldn't reach it. She picked up the plate in her right hand and held it out of his reach.
"I think she has you, Legates," Techie said, laughing.
"How so?" Wilson said.
"Because if she doesn't want to share she can just eat with her fingers. She'll be eating and all I will have is a fork," Legates said, staring at the plate.
"Don't even think about it," she said, raising the plate up.
"Time to negotiate, big guy," Techie said, wearing a huge grin.
"You really do find this amusing don't you?" Legates asked, glaring at Techie.
"Hell, yeah. I'm already waaayyy past this stage. I've been domesticated. When I was going through it, it was not amusing. Watching it happen to you, however, is freaking hysterical," Techie said, pulling a chip from the bag sitting between himself and Wilson.
"You mean males can be domesticated?" Michelle asked with an overdone look of astonishment on her face.
"Sure, look at dogs," Legates offered with a grin, thinking he was setting her up much like he'd done with the pigs.
"Yeah, and yet unless you cut their nuts off they'll hump your leg," she said, plucking a grape off the plate and putting it in her mouth. Techie leaned back and let his laughter roll from him.
"Sweetheart, that wasn't your leg I was humping last night," he said. Addison and Wilson burst into their own round of laughter.
"Honey, you need to get a dictionary. You don't hump with your mouth," she shot back.
Legates was astonished at her come back at first but then he grinned at her. When Goodman entered the lounge, he found Wilson, Addison, and Techie rolling all over the couches laughing. Michelle holding a plate of fruit over her head and Legates sitting with a grin spread across his face and a plastic fork clutched in his hand. Shaking his head, Goodman stepped over Techie's feet and snagged the bag of chips on his way by.
"Compromise?" Legates finally offered with a smile. She arched her eyebrow, waiting for the terms.
"You get every other piece," he offered.
"Acceptable, but you have to go get your own fork," she told him. He narrowed his eyes and crooked his finger at her. She leaned over holding the plate out of reach.
"You are worried about eating off the same fork as me but you'll let me lick cheesecake dip off your body?" He asked her with a smirk on his face.
"Got me there. Fine, we share," she said, scowling teasingly at him. She brought the plate down and he grinned at her.
"You two are totally disgusting. You're as bad as Sarge and Dr. Brennan," Goodman said, laughing. A look of horror crossed Michelle's face.
"Oh, God, mental images of them...unghhh," Michelle groaned, making Legates chuckle.
She snagged the fork from Legates hand and stabbed a piece of apple and dipped it in the cheesecake dip. The fork was on the way to her mouth when Legates grabbed her wrist and redirected it to his mouth. She scowled and yanked the fork from between his lips. Stabbing another piece of apple, she dipped it then quickly stuck the fork in her mouth.
He chuckled at her and she shot him a glare. Her back pocket started singing Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo. She reached in her back pocket and pulled her phone out. The men looked at her with a complete dumbfounded look on her face.
"Hey, Cam, what's up?" Michelle answered her phone.
"Sorry to interrupt, I know you're normally watching football," Cam said.
"No problem; these wussies don't watch pregame," Michelle said, feeding Legates a grape with dip on it.
"I just wanted to let you know that Christmas dinner is on Christmas Eve and everyone should be here," she said.
"What time?" Michelle asked, her fork poised over a banana.
"Dinner starts at five," Cam said.
"'Mkay. You want me to bring Josh?" She asked, smirking over at Legates.
"You can ask him if he'd like to join us but I'd prefer you not drag him kicking and screaming," Cam said dryly, rolling her eyes.
"Okay, I'll ask but you never know with him. I mean he is so weird after all," Michelle said, still grinning.
"I am NOT weird. I'm eccentric," he said. Cam chuckled and shook her head.
"So, you are okay? I mean after yesterday?" Cam asked, her voice worried. Michelle let out a sigh and bit her lip.
"I've dealt with it," Michelle answered. Cam hmm'd in the back of her throat but nodded.
"Okay, so I'll talk to you later then," Cam said.
"Okay," Michelle said. She looked at the phone and shook her head. Cam had picked up some of Dr. Brennan's bad habits, like hanging up without saying bye.
"What did you just volunteer me for?" Legates asked, looking at her with squinted eyes.
"I offered to kidnap you for Christmas dinner. She said I should ask you not force you," Michelle said, grinning at him.
"So are you asking me or telling me?" He asked, eyeing the piece of cheesecake covered banana on the end of her fork.
"Asking, do you want to go to Christmas dinner with my family?" She asked in a formal tone.
"Let me get back to you on that," he said. She shrugged and ate her banana. She stabbed a piece of orange, dipped it and fed it to him.
"Is he serious?" Goodman asked Techie, while jerking his thumb towards Legates. Techie shrugged and stuck his hand in the bag of chips.
"Why wouldn't I be serious?" Legates asked, looking at Goodman with a frown.
"Dude, you're sitting on a couch with a hot woman that is feeding you cheesecake covered fruit. She is wanting to watch football and all she wants is for you to go to Christmas Dinner with people you already know? You tell me why you wouldn't be serious," Goodman said, popping a chip in his mouth with a grin. Michelle shrugged and ate a piece of cheesecake covered grape.
"Ain't no thing if he doesn't want to go. More Turducken for me," she grinned. Legates head swiveled around at the word Turducken. The guys guffawed at her comment.
"Soooo, when are midterms?" Goodman asked, looking over at Michelle.
"Last week," she answered.
"Annnd?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"B in Spanish, A in Anatomy, A in Chemistry, A in Physics and B in English," she said with a scowl, not happy with her B's.
"Don't you speak English?" Legates asked with a laugh. She rolled her eyes and grunted at him.
"You can write my paper next time," she snapped.
Legates raised his eyebrow at her and pursed his lips. She handed him the plate with the fruit and dip. Crossing her arms, she scowled at the TV.
"Awww, you are really upset about those grades aren't you?" Legates asked, stabbing a piece of apple and dipping it.
"You think?" She asked sarcastically, still glaring at him.
"So, why did you get a B in Spanish," he asked, feeding her the piece of apple.
"Those two make me want to vomit," Goodman said. Legates cut his eyes at Goodman.
"I used the preterite instead of imperfect for an entire paragraph," Michelle grumbled.
"Did you at least conjugate them right?" Addison asked, looking at her. She pouted but nodded.
"Yes, I just used the wrong tense," she grumbled.
"Aww, poor baby," Legates said, smirking at her. She scowled and scooted away from him.
"Come back here," he growled, reaching for her with one hand.
She stared at him with a glare on her face. He wrapped his hand around her wrist and tugged her into his lap. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he settled the plate in her lap.
Rogers strolled into the room and flopped down on the couch.
"What are we watching?" She asked, looking over at Techie with a raised eyebrow.
Techie smirked hit a button and the channel flipped to ESPN. Michelle giggled and Legates dropped a kiss on her temple. Techie shot Michelle a wink and went back to eating chips.
"Unngggh football?" She questioned, wrinkling her nose at the TV.
"You could always buy a TV for your room," Wilson offered with a smile.
She scowled at him then grunted as she got comfortable. Legates continued to feed himself and Michelle the pieces of fruit from the plate. When he held the last piece of fruit up to her mouth, she shook her head. Burying her forehead in his neck, she snuggled down and got comfortable.
"Comfortable?" Rogers asked snottily. Michelle wiggled her butt around in Legates lap and smirked at his reaction.
"Now, I am," Michelle informed Rogers without looking at her.
The men snickered as they watched the women battle for dominance. They knew Rogers thought she was head bitch but they had a feeling Michelle was about to put her in her place. Legates set the plate to the side and wrapped his arms tighter around Michelle. Techie looked at the dip left in the bowl then up at Legates.
"Is that safe to eat?" Techie asked, looking back and forth between Legates and Michelle. Legates jiggled Michelle in question.
"Yeah, that's not from the jar Josh used when he painted it on me then licked it off," Michelle said. Legates dropped his mouth to her ear.
"Did you just pee on me?" He asked, his voice full of laughter.
"Umm hmm," she murmured back.
Addison's eyes bugged and a wide smirk crossed Techie's face. Reaching over, Techie pulled the plate with the bowl towards himself. Dipping his chip in the bowl, he stuck it in his mouth.
"Man that's good stuff," he mumbled, grabbing another chip.
The guys started fighting over the bowl, ignoring Rogers. Rogers sat with her jaw clenched and her eyes narrowed. Michelle let a slow smile spread across her face. She felt Legates' frame slightly shaking as he bit back his laughter.
"Denver versus Miami. Guess it's Tebow time," Michelle murmured.
"I thought we were watching football," Rogers said in confusion. The room fell silent when six pairs of eyes turned to look at her.
"What?" She asked, looking around.
Michelle let out a snort and snuggled back into Legates' neck. Legates felt an occasional huff of air brush his neck. He realized Michelle was letting out giggles in small huffs. Leaning his head against the back of the couch, Legates let his laughter roll out of his mouth. Michelle gave up and burst into giggles. Addison, Wilson, Goodman, and Techie looked at the pair and shook their heads.
"What's with them?" Rogers asked, jerking her thumb at Michelle and Legates.
"Who the hell knows with them," Techie said, shrugging.
Roger rolled her eyes, got to her feet and stormed from the room. Michelle started laughing even harder when she saw the woman leave the room.
"Is that how you get rid of her?" Wilson asked with a grin.
"Good, now we don't have to deal with her, we just laugh at her," Addison muttered, dipping another chip into the bowl.
"Is there anymore of this dip?" Goodman asked, looking over at Legates.
"Yes, but you can't have any. The rest will be used as lickable body paint," Legates smirked.
"Mmmmm," Michelle hummed and flicked her eyes up to his.
He shook his head and dropped a kiss on her forehead when he saw the gold flecks becoming prominent in her eyes. Her eyes shot to the TV and became glued there. Sighing, he turned his attention to the TV. They sat watching the game until the first round of commercials. Getting up from Legates' lap, Michelle raced up the stairs. Legates watched her go with a laugh.
"What's wrong with her?" Addison asked, pointing towards the door that Michelle had just disappeared through.
"She's racing the commercials. My guess, she had to pee and wants to get back before the game comes back on," Legates answered, laughing. She came back down the stairs carrying two sodas and handed one to Legates. She plopped down next to Legates and draped her legs across his lap.
"Nice, one commercial to spare," Michelle commented.
The guys were surprised at Michelle's knowledge and passion for the game. She cheered, hollered, fought and argued with the TV, making them laugh. By the time the game was over, Michelle was lying with her head in Legates' lap and her body stretched out on the couch. Techie flipped through the channels looking for something to watch.
"You know I would have thought you guys spent more time in the gym," Michelle said, waggling her foot. Legates chuckled and brushed her hair back from her forehead. Leaning over, he looked down into her face with a grin.
"We do that during the week while you're in classes," he told her. She grinned up at him and fluttered her eyelashes. He snorted and sat back up.
"What classes do you have tomorrow?" He asked, not looking down from the TV.
"All of them," she said, chewing on her nail. He swatted her hand and looked down at her in surprise.
"All of them?" He choked, looking at her with wide eyes.
"Yes, Physics, Spanish, English, Anatomy and Chemistry. English is only once a week, it's a three hour class. Spanish is Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings. Anatomy is Monday and Tuesday, Chemistry is Monday, Thursday and Friday with an afternoon lab on Tuesday and Physics is on Thursday," she explained.
"uhhh," Legates said, trying to process her schedule.
"Most days other than Monday and Tuesday I'm done with classes by one in the afternoon. Except Wednesday I'm done by nine in the morning," she said, smirking.
"That is five classes," Goodman mumbled.
"Yeah, trying to make up for lost time and want to try to graduate early. I'll be taking summer and winter classes as well," Michelle murmured.
"So what happened with your English paper?" Legates asked, running his hand down her arm. She scowled and cut her eyes.
"Professor is a dick. He told us to choose from a list of topics and I choose one and he didn't agree with my point of view. He told me given my time spent under protective custody I could choose again and rewrite. So, I think I will," she said, smirking then sniggering.
"And what's so funny about that?" Legates asked, leaning over and looking down at her. She smiled up at him with a wide happy smile.
"Dumbass has death and the medical field listed as a topic," she told him with an impish look. Legates sucked in a breath and gave her a disgusted look.
"You wouldn't dare," he said in a hushed voice.
"I wouldn't? Professor is known to be a dick. I've not heard anyone have anything nice to say about him," she smirked. Legates chuckled and glanced at the TV.
"I get extra credit for using expert sources and pictorial resources," she smirked with an evil glint.
"Oh, I almost feel sorry for this professor," Techie said, laughing.
"Don't, he gets what is coming to him," Michelle said snottily.
"When is it due?" Legates asked her with a smirk.
"Next Tuesday," Michelle answered him.
"So, if I need to find you, you'll be at the lab?" He asked with a grin on his face.
"Yep, you know where the lounge is," she said, grinning at him. He snorted with the rest of the guys.
"If I'm in the lounge where will you be?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Autopsy room," she smirked.
"Yeah, I'm not going in there," he said, making a gagging face.
"Dead bodies gross you out?" Michelle asked in a teasing voice.
"Nahh, and organs don't bother me. It's what your mom does to them that is gross," he mumbled. Michelle giggled and shook her head.
"So, when are you going home?" Legates asked, glancing at his watch. Michelle sat up and shot him a look.
"I can leave now," she said with a sigh, sitting up. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.
"Dude, that sounded like you were trying to get rid of her. Even to me," Wilson said, lacing his hands behind his head and smirking at Legates.
"I didn't mean it like that," he said softly near her ear. She relaxed back into his lap and snuggled in.
"I probably should leave here around eight," she mumbled, scowling at her watch which read four pm. She turned back to the TV with a smile as the Stark Trek Theme blared through the speakers.
"At least you have good taste in shows," she muttered.
A second episode was half way over when Brown stumbled in and flopped down. Michelle turned to look at him and giggled. His hair was sticking up every which way from Sunday. His left ear was red and his eyes were bloodshot.
"What the hell have you been doing?" She asked, still giggling at his appearance.
"Raiding," Techie answered for him.
"And whom did you kill?" She asked, suddenly turning serious.
"All of them," he muttered.
"Okay, where did you raid then," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Ulduar," he grumped. Techie groaned and smacked his forehead.
"Ohh did you get thrown into the pot?" She asked, bouncing lightly in excitement. Brown turned wide eyes on her and laughed.
"Not this time," he answered. Her face fell a little but she shrugged.
"Do I even want to know?" Legates asked, looking down at Michelle. She grinned at him and shrugged.
"A really cool boss who grabs you up and throws you in this pouch like thing on his belly that is full of magma," she laughed, "when he does you have to yell you are in the pot so the healer can heal you."
"Okay, do I want to know how you know this?" He asked, peering at her quizzically.
"Nope," she answered. He laughed, bent over and kissed her forehead. She turned her head to look at Brown.
"Any good loot drop?" She asked and almost burst into laughter when he pouted.
"No," he whined.
"Awww," she said sympathetically. Her stomach let out a loud growl and the men burst into laughter.
"What? I'm a growing girl," she said sheepishly. Her comment just made them laugh harder.
"You keep eating like you do and the only way you'll be growing is out," Addison said.
Michelle let out a sigh of resignation then grunted. Rolling over onto her stomach, she burrowed her face into Legates' thigh. His hand landed on her butt and squeezed.
"Seems fine to me," he commented.
She giggled and lightly bit his thigh. He jumped and smacked her butt in retribution. She pushed up then got off the couch.
"Hey, where are you going?" Legates whined, watching her walk away. She stopped at the door and turned to look at them.
"Well, he called me fat and you agreed. No one is feeding this fat ass so I'm going to get dressed and get dinner," she said flippantly then started up the stairs. Techie chuckled and raised an eyebrow at Legates.
"How the hell did I agree to her being fat?" Legates asked, looking around at the other guys.
"You didn't disagree," Wilson said.
"Yes, I did," Legates argued.
"No you said her butt was fine. You didn't say she wasn't fat," Techie said. Legates shook his head and sighed. Standing up, he followed Michelle up the stairs.
"Should someone tell him that she's yanking his chain?" Brown asked, rubbing his hand down the back of his head.
"Hell no, let him suffer," Goodman said, smiling.
Legates walked down the hall and opened his door. He saw Michelle's feet poking from the end of his bed.
"I thought you were getting dinner," he said, walking towards the bed. The oven on the stove clicked as he walked by making him jump.
"It's in the oven," she said, crossing her ankles and tucking her hands behind her head.
"You cooked?" He asked with wide eyes.
"Yeah, I can read a recipe," she said.
"So, you can cook," he stated his question.
"Not really. Like I said I can read a recipe," she told him.
"So, what are we having?" He asked, sprawling on the bed next to her.
"I don't know what you're having, but me? I'm having lasagna with garlic bread," she said, looking up at the ceiling.
"You're not going to share?" He said, scooting closer to her and scrutinized her face. She glanced at him and pouted.
"Fat girls don't share," she said, teasing him. He snorted at her and rolled his eyes.
"Good, you'll share then," he said, rolling onto his back.
She snorted and rolled towards him. Lifting his arm, he wiggled his fingers indicating he wanted her to scoot closer. She scooted over, put her head on his shoulder and pressed against his side. He let out a sigh and wrapped his arm around her.
"You need a TV in here," she mumbled.
"Not worth the money. In the last three years I've spent less than six months here," he said, kissing her forehead.
"Well, then I won't be cooking much because we'll either be spending the next hour staring at the ceiling, sleeping or getting nekkid," she said, staring across his chest at the wall on the other side of him.
"Hmm the last one is an option?" He asked with a grin on his face.
"Did you notice that's pretty much all we do?" She asked, scrunching her face.
"Complaining?" He asked with a worried frown.
"Umm yes and no," she said. He's brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what she was trying to say.
"Well, I haven't been around for the last two weeks. We'll go out and do stuff," he promised.
"It's not that I want to go out and do stuff, well yeah, but I'm not trying to get you to spend money. I just don't want.." she trailed off, feeling stupid.
"To feel like we're only good together in bed?" He said, staring up at the ceiling.
"Yeah," she said quietly.
"Nahh we have fun together whether we're naked or clothed. Or at least I do," he said, looking down at her.
"Yeah, guess we do," she murmured.
"Okay so what's with the PMDD?" He asked the question that had been niggling at his mind since he found out about it. She groaned and put her hand over her eyes.
"The doctors can't explain why I have it, of course not having my mother's medical history doesn't help. They tried the other therapies but they didn't work so as a last resort Dr. Linder put me on Depro. Prior to that I was on just the regular pill," she said with a sigh.
"What happened last time?" He asked, running his hand down her back.
"I have to go in and have a pregnancy test done a week before my period every three months and then get my shot. I forgot," she said.
"Hmmm well that will have to stop. I really didn't like hearing that," he muttered.
"You should try being on the receiving end of it," she said with a scowl.
"Thank you, no," he said.
"So, once a month I turn into a super monster bitch," she said, giggling lightly. He snorted and shook his head.
"Every woman does," he said.
"No, not like this. Even with the shot I still have the anger, crying jags, pain, bloating, binging, and as bitchy as I may get, I still get snuggly," she said, sighing.
"Snuggly?" He said, his eyebrows climbing into his hairline.
"Yeah, I gather as many blankets as I can find and nest," she said sheepishly.
"So, next month I need chocolate, Nutella, Tylenol 3, and a down comforter," he said, listing off things. She giggled and snuggled closer to him.
"Don't forget infinite patience. Most people just leave me alone. I'm not a very nice person," she said, her face turning a slight shade of pink. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Just won't take it personally," he said. She laughed and shook her head.
"We'll see," she said with a slight challenge in her voice.
"How long until it's done?" He asked, starting to smell it cooking. She picked up her phone and glanced at timer.
"Uhh, about half an hour," she said.
"So when exactly did you do this," he asked her, pointing towards the stove.
"Do you think it took me that long to cut fruit?" She asked, leaning up on her elbow and looked down at him. He squinted his eye, thinking back to the time frame between when she'd gone upstairs and came back.
"Huh, guess not. Didn't really think about it," he said.
The door burst open and Techie strolled in.
"Honey, I'm home. What's for dinner?" He asked, sweeping his arms wide and smiling.
A/N: Who is Techie's honey? Yeah you know who it is. So what's up for tomorrow? Food, one pot, Mama, disposable trays, an army, arguing, vermin, methane gas, roses, Oaks' pooper, Eddie Murphy, stupidity, macho posturing, moistened bink, tinfoil, mama's boy, chimes, underwear, honkin' huge truck, gigolo, storage unit, ice carving, bologna, accountability, snuggle bunny, pictures, nightmares, copies, and a text