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"Scotland! What did you do with the money I had sitting on the desk?"
you hollered down the hall of his home.
Scott always had the nasty habit of taking all the random bits of cash that were laid about the house, even if it wasn't his.
He even stole your credit card on some occasions.
"Wha' ya mean, [Name]? I dun' take anythin' o' yers!"
he called back from his place in the bathroom; most likely, he was shaving. You hated facial hair, so you forced him to shave.
"That's an outright lie, Scotland; and you know it!"
You heard the sink run and splash upon skin; the ginger-haired man stepped outside into the hall wearing nothing but his black slacks, just beginning to dry is face of condensation.
"Ya know wha' I know? I know tha' I shave twice ev'ry week, just ta' please ya. I shou'd be gettin' somethin' in return, roght?" he hissed by your ear on the way to the kitchen; the faint waft of after-shave loomed around you after he passed.
"Oh, so taking my money is compensation? I don't think so, sir."
He opened up the fridge and rifled around absently, cursing out loud when he couldn't find anything worth consuming.
"I think we ough'a get som food in th' hous, luv. There's nuthin' in the fridge..."
"Yes, there is, I stocked up the other day!"
Scotland ruffled his red hair sheepishly and yawned widely.
"Ya roght. I don' see anythin' worth eatin' in here."
Really? Really, now?
"Scott, let me run something by you, okay?" you slammed the refrigerator door closed in front of him and leaned against the side nonchalantly, gingerly picking at your nails. "Who buys the food?"
"Err, you?"
He wasn't sure where you were going with this.
"Who cleans-up after you and your brothers?"
Scotland shrunk back a little bit.
"You."
You stepped closer and closer until you had him back against the kitchen counter.
"And who tops you in bed?~" you purred, a stray hand slithering up his chest to rest at the back of his neck.
Ah, he saw the result now.
A sly grin twisted the Scots' lips.
"You; juss not tonigh', lassie~"
you hollered down the hall of his home.
Scott always had the nasty habit of taking all the random bits of cash that were laid about the house, even if it wasn't his.
He even stole your credit card on some occasions.
"Wha' ya mean, [Name]? I dun' take anythin' o' yers!"
he called back from his place in the bathroom; most likely, he was shaving. You hated facial hair, so you forced him to shave.
"That's an outright lie, Scotland; and you know it!"
You heard the sink run and splash upon skin; the ginger-haired man stepped outside into the hall wearing nothing but his black slacks, just beginning to dry is face of condensation.
"Ya know wha' I know? I know tha' I shave twice ev'ry week, just ta' please ya. I shou'd be gettin' somethin' in return, roght?" he hissed by your ear on the way to the kitchen; the faint waft of after-shave loomed around you after he passed.
"Oh, so taking my money is compensation? I don't think so, sir."
He opened up the fridge and rifled around absently, cursing out loud when he couldn't find anything worth consuming.
"I think we ough'a get som food in th' hous, luv. There's nuthin' in the fridge..."
"Yes, there is, I stocked up the other day!"
Scotland ruffled his red hair sheepishly and yawned widely.
"Ya roght. I don' see anythin' worth eatin' in here."
Really? Really, now?
"Scott, let me run something by you, okay?" you slammed the refrigerator door closed in front of him and leaned against the side nonchalantly, gingerly picking at your nails. "Who buys the food?"
"Err, you?"
He wasn't sure where you were going with this.
"Who cleans-up after you and your brothers?"
Scotland shrunk back a little bit.
"You."
You stepped closer and closer until you had him back against the kitchen counter.
"And who tops you in bed?~" you purred, a stray hand slithering up his chest to rest at the back of his neck.
Ah, he saw the result now.
A sly grin twisted the Scots' lips.
"You; juss not tonigh', lassie~"
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omg yes!! this is awesome!! great work!