Sunday Smutty Sunday

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the  smut picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

Link to an image:   <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

Embed an image in your reply:   <img src=IMAGEURL>

Image height and width:   <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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[chopshopper]

"Good," she murmured, leaning down to press a slow kiss to his lips. Her hand stayed on his face a little longer before she moved to roll to the side, laying beside him on the bed with a contented sigh.

[perilous_temper]

He chuckled warmly at that sigh, having hummed into the kiss, just relaxing back himself.

He knew they should probably get cleaned up, eventually, but right at the moment he didn't really want to move, all of his joints feeling pleasantly unlocked and loose.

[chopshopper]

She honestly had no inclination to move, herself. So instead, she just laid there, basking in the afterglow for a long moment. "I suppose it would be polite to offer you a drink..." But she didn't feel like it.

[perilous_temper]

He chuckled, low and rolling, "I think we have bypassed 'polite' by now." He grumbled then, stretching languidly because the niggling feeling of needing a shower was just starting to grow, "Should probably clean up as well. Soon."

[chopshopper]

"I suppose so," she murmured with no small amount of amusement, moving to slowly sit up, bracing one hand on his stomach just because. "I am not quite certain I can feel my toes."

[perilous_temper]

He chuckled softly at that, fingers tracing an idle loop against the back of her hand where it rested, "Well then I suppose I have done a good job."

[chopshopper]

"It was passable," she teased, glancing at him with a smug expression in her attempt to rile him up some. Even so, she finally moved to pull herself to edge of the bed with a soft groan of effort.

[perilous_temper]

He cocked his head in what amounted to a shrug as he levered himself upright as well, one hand resting against the small of her back for a moment, just checking on her as much as anything, "In this case, I can settle for adequate."

[chopshopper]

After a moment, she relents with a smile. "It was more than adequate." And with that same smile on her face, she moves to stand, on wobbly legs.

[perilous_temper]

He kept his hand against the small of her back as support while she moved, ready to catch her if necessary, though not about to say so aloud, because he was willing to let her keep her pride intact.

"Come, I'll draw you a bath." And he'd shower in the smaller en suite, just so they could both get clean at once without terribly distracting each other.

[chopshopper]

She wasn't so wobbly that she'd fall over. It was more satisfaction making her whole body feeling pleasantly tingly and worn out. "How chivalrous of you..."

[perilous_temper]

"Your current state is my doing." He replied, "Should be my responsibility to make sure you're properly tended, yes?" That just made sense to him, though he knew, of course that her current state was as much her doing as it was his, she'd been the one to initiate things after all.

[chopshopper]

"I'm quite capable of taking care of myself," she said with a bit of a smug expression, although she meant it. She didn't need taking care of, she simply wanted it. She moved towards the bathroom, on her own. "But thank you." There. She said it.

[perilous_temper]

"You are." He agreed with a nod, motioning for her to sit on the dressing bench across from the sink, "I would be the last person to say that you aren't." He added, going about running the bath just like he'd said he was going to.

[chopshopper]

She gave him a look that was both impressed and amused. He was humoring her by saying all the right things, although she supposed she believed that he believed it himself. She humored him by moving to sit on the bench as he wanted. "Good."

[perilous_temper]

The thing with saying the right things, was that in this case the right things were also the true things, which was why he was saying them. Not that he didn't lie if the situation required, but he preferred not to lie to his allies.

Or his friends. Or whatever the two of them were to each other now, and even he wasn't quite sure what to label it.

"Foam or bath oil?" He asked, jostling both bottles gently, offering both.

[chopshopper]

"I think just a quick rinse.... since you seem not to be joining me," she says it more of a question, to see what his answer is.