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I have called in sick with intestinal weasels, and it is absolutely … uh I was going to say pissing down snow, but that’s not how that goes. Shitting snow? Bombing down snow out there, I mean ridiculous, so I’m feeling a little self-congratulatory that I’m not out in that.
I anticipate that in the parts of today I do not lose to, you know, the weasels, I am going to get all the things done. LOL, because that’s how it works. I do have laundry in to wash though. I still have IKEA furniture to put together. I need to clear out the corner of the living room to make space for it. I want to hang up art and my sister was upset we didn’t get to it before she left. And the basement, oh the basement. There were a lot of flooded basements in the area during our Biblical storm the other day, but not mine, not my freshly-cleaned and beshelved basement. I am going to organize it. I am going to have some control over my life.
I am also going to finish that threesome scene if it kills me.
“I’m all right,” Poe said softly, running his fingers over Finn’s cheeks, his neck, his hair. He glanced over at Rey, and his face lit up with amusement. “We’re distracting our security detail.”
Rey blushed. “Take him to bed,” she said. “Take him to bed, Finn.”
“We can’t all fit in that bed,” Poe pointed out.
“Sure we can,” Rey said. The bunk was in a compartment in the wall, and it was wide enough for two. Maybe not for three. He might be right.
“Mmmm,” Finn said, voice low and rumbling. “I think you need to be naked.”
“Both of you,” Rey said. “I’m working! I’m working. By the time you’re naked I’ll be done.” She double-checked her most recent work and found an error. “Shit.”
Next to her, Finn stood up, still holding Poe’s legs around his waist. Poe laughed. “Oh come on,” he said, “I’m not this skinny.”
“I probably won’t drop you,” Finn said, with reasonable confidence, and carried him across the tiny open space of the floor before pressing him into the wall and holding him there, squashing him into place and devouring his face. Poe made a fervent little noise and writhed in his grip, breathing hard.
“Oh,” Rey said, and considered that she had miscalculated; this was more interesting even than them making out in the chair next to her. She bit her lip, and checked over the last few sensors, and implemented the change. As she turned to look at what Finn was doing, pulling back and pinning Poe in place with his hips to skim Poe’s shirt off over his head, the alarms went off, and she cursed and turned back to the console.
Finn dropped Poe, who caught himself adeptly and howled with laughter, and Rey said, “I dialed it up too far! Just a minute!” and shut off the blaring alarms.
“I was doing so well,” Finn said, but took advantage of the situation to shove Poe against the wall and strip his shirt off the rest of the way.
I have called in sick with intestinal weasels, and it is absolutely … uh I was going to say pissing down snow, but that’s not how that goes. Shitting snow? Bombing down snow out there, I mean ridiculous, so I’m feeling a little self-congratulatory that I’m not out in that.
I anticipate that in the parts of today I do not lose to, you know, the weasels, I am going to get all the things done. LOL, because that’s how it works. I do have laundry in to wash though. I still have IKEA furniture to put together. I need to clear out the corner of the living room to make space for it. I want to hang up art and my sister was upset we didn’t get to it before she left. And the basement, oh the basement. There were a lot of flooded basements in the area during our Biblical storm the other day, but not mine, not my freshly-cleaned and beshelved basement. I am going to organize it. I am going to have some control over my life.
I am also going to finish that threesome scene if it kills me.
“I’m all right,” Poe said softly, running his fingers over Finn’s cheeks, his neck, his hair. He glanced over at Rey, and his face lit up with amusement. “We’re distracting our security detail.”
Rey blushed. “Take him to bed,” she said. “Take him to bed, Finn.”
“We can’t all fit in that bed,” Poe pointed out.
“Sure we can,” Rey said. The bunk was in a compartment in the wall, and it was wide enough for two. Maybe not for three. He might be right.
“Mmmm,” Finn said, voice low and rumbling. “I think you need to be naked.”
“Both of you,” Rey said. “I’m working! I’m working. By the time you’re naked I’ll be done.” She double-checked her most recent work and found an error. “Shit.”
Next to her, Finn stood up, still holding Poe’s legs around his waist. Poe laughed. “Oh come on,” he said, “I’m not this skinny.”
“I probably won’t drop you,” Finn said, with reasonable confidence, and carried him across the tiny open space of the floor before pressing him into the wall and holding him there, squashing him into place and devouring his face. Poe made a fervent little noise and writhed in his grip, breathing hard.
“Oh,” Rey said, and considered that she had miscalculated; this was more interesting even than them making out in the chair next to her. She bit her lip, and checked over the last few sensors, and implemented the change. As she turned to look at what Finn was doing, pulling back and pinning Poe in place with his hips to skim Poe’s shirt off over his head, the alarms went off, and she cursed and turned back to the console.
Finn dropped Poe, who caught himself adeptly and howled with laughter, and Rey said, “I dialed it up too far! Just a minute!” and shut off the blaring alarms.
“I was doing so well,” Finn said, but took advantage of the situation to shove Poe against the wall and strip his shirt off the rest of the way.
