This guy. This insane dork. This is the man I’ve decided to waste my life on.
Perfect waste of time to me.
He’s such a derp. I just can’t deal. His inability to wink in particular is just adorable.
You’re in good company. @ohhowlucky and I have often discussed our love for the squink.
Squink. Ahahahaha! Why can’t he wink? I don’t understand.
It’s the cutest thing. Gahhh Thomas! You and your squink.
With an overdramatic sigh he pulls away from your back and drops onto the bed again. "Fiiiiiine, go shower." He says playfully, reaching down and shifting the towel covering his lower half to lay more comfortably on him. "I'll be here waiting, I guess, since I already showered." He reaches over to the bedside table and grabs the remote control, turning on the television to some random home design show.
Leaning over you, I kiss you a bit roughly, sucking on your bottom lip for a second before I pull back a little breathless, a devilish grin on my face, as my finger traces along the top of your towel. “You’re very cute when you pout.” I tease, moving my hand to flick your nose gently. “I won’t be long, I promise.” Standing, I head to the bathroom, relieved the night hadn’t gone as badly as it could have.
"Ack!" He says in surprise, shifting on the bed and squirming away from your poking finger. "Why are you poking me? What was I supposed to do, tell her not to call me by my name?" He sits up and scoots beside you, resting his arm around your waist and his chest against your side. "I like when you get all possessive over me." He whispers, pressing his lips to the back of your neck and kissing your hairline.
"You do, hmm?" I ask, pondering how that particular conversation would go. ‘Um, excuse me, but could you stop calling my husband by his name? It makes me want to punch you in the face. Thanks.’ I can’t help it, I giggle at the thought while your soft kiss raises goose bumps on my skin. I run my hands through my hair and groan. “Ugh. I need to go shower.” I had thought washing my face would be alright, but I was feeling sticky from all the dancing and I knew I must smell like tequila.
He sighs happily, then kisses you again and again. After so long his kisses get deeper and more passionate, and you can feel his hips start to gently roll. Moaning quietly, he slides his hand down to push down your pajama pants, rubbing lazily at your folds. Occasionally letting out quiet gasps for breath as his breath grows more uneven, he looks down into your eyes, his pupils blown in lust and love.
Letting out a low moan as you start to play, I spread my legs, returning your kisses just as hungrily and desperately, tugging at your hair gently, the look in your eyes making my heart stop. Panting hard, I slip my hands down your sides slowly, pushing your boxers down and pulling you closer, urging you to take me.