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Jun. 1st, 2006 07:28 pm"Hey. Slim. Check this out." Backing into the room, he makes a big show of turning around slowly. "Room service."
They may not be able to go back to Mars, but he can sure as hell pretend they're at some resort or fancy hotel or other; he's got a bunch of plates of things draped and covered with cloth napkins. Setting them down on the bedside table, he leans over and kisses her first because after all this time, he sure as hell has his priorities straight. Only then -- well, only after he sneaks in two more kisses because tradition demands it -- does he uncover the food for her. "I call this Beth's Favorites. We've got your potechi with three sauces. We've got lobster and baked potatoes. We've got a little bit of sushi, just some vegetable rolls. And we've got chocolate-covered strawberries and ice cream, and a bottle of wine and a pitcher of ice water and fuck if I made it here without spilling anything, Beth. Damn, I'm good."
He can't help grinning. She's his queen, his angel, his goddess, and deserves to be treated as such. "What's your pleasure? Want to start with dessert?" There's nothing but mischief in his eyes.
They may not be able to go back to Mars, but he can sure as hell pretend they're at some resort or fancy hotel or other; he's got a bunch of plates of things draped and covered with cloth napkins. Setting them down on the bedside table, he leans over and kisses her first because after all this time, he sure as hell has his priorities straight. Only then -- well, only after he sneaks in two more kisses because tradition demands it -- does he uncover the food for her. "I call this Beth's Favorites. We've got your potechi with three sauces. We've got lobster and baked potatoes. We've got a little bit of sushi, just some vegetable rolls. And we've got chocolate-covered strawberries and ice cream, and a bottle of wine and a pitcher of ice water and fuck if I made it here without spilling anything, Beth. Damn, I'm good."
He can't help grinning. She's his queen, his angel, his goddess, and deserves to be treated as such. "What's your pleasure? Want to start with dessert?" There's nothing but mischief in his eyes.
