From a secret place behind mona's counter I peek out and watch the interaction between Seven and Jim

Taking in my own scent from the fingers that have just used me like the whore i have become.

y-yes it is

seeing that the bartender has left on a lunch break

Screaming and squirming ...but not fighting.

Toying with my buttons

The place is empty, right?

WHACK, WHACK,WHACK,WHACK,WHACK, WHACK !!!!

~6 more to the left one`~

How could I say no?
A little smack and Giving your ass a squeeze….

nervously tugging at my neckline for some air

I
I um
I almost don’t care
I think I *need* this

"Mmmmm you can keep your hand there if you want."

Smiles and winks.

"Hello, handsome."

Trying not to scream... but failing on the last strike.

ohgod

clenching my legs around the chair seat

you're right
s-someone would come in and = think things

~taking the paddle, setting it to your hot bottom~

ready?

WHACK,WHACK,WHACK,WHACK WHACK WHACK !!!

6 to your right cheek~

Gives the wiggler a little pat on the rump …. Hey bootiful.. wink

I mean, here. We can’t, right?
I already can’t believe what we’re doing

Apartment
There is that. The full mess of who he is had been on display last night, not sober enough to filter it. The physical space simply matched what you'd heard at the bar. He hasn't registered that the apartment is cleaner, yet.

You do make it gentler than it would've been without you. It's nice that something in all this feels good.

The noise, admittedly, probably would've woken him, or made the headache more pronounced, or both. Blinds and dishes, an understandable and good choice to avoid.

A slight furrow of their brow, and a faint tilt of lips at that question. "Mmm, embarrassing, but good, I guess?"

The arm around you loosens as you shift, a smile, rueful and grateful as the ibuprofen and water materialize - not quite a magic trick, but close enough. "You are an angel."

Reclaiming the arm that was around you, at least for long enough to take the pills and the water from you. Pills first, and then the water, which he drains about half of. The faintest grimace at the thought of food.

"I'm usually a better host than this." Reaching to place the bottle back on the bedside table, before settling back against you and the bed. "Normally, I'd offer to make you breakfast."

Their head tilts a little into the comb of your fingers through their hair, eyes drifting shut again - not sleepy, so much as keeping out the light. To focus on the touch, which feels nice, amidst the wave of discomfort that comes with being hungover. The arm around you curving enouth he can play with your hair, too.

The compliment has eyes squinting open again, briefly, so he can smile at you. "So are you. This is nice, which is high praise, given how much I think I drank."

Expression shifts to something a little more serious as he adds, "seriously, thank you. You've been exceptionally kind. Please tell me I can cook you dinner, or something? When my head isn't pounding this loudly, I mean. I promise I can be better, less morose company than this."

shrugging

wakes in her stall

buttons?

confused
bringing my hands back
rubbing my fingers together over and over

I wish …
I wish you could open my blouse