bending awkwardly at the waist, squashing belly flesh, c-cup breasts dangling as head lowers into the trough to satisfy gurgling tummy's needs

padding heavily to the feed trough

Tucks you firmly into bed a kinda rough swaddle so there can be no escape.

staggering to feet, small heavy frame ungainly and off balance

Fenix Arsenal
Yeah, he could actually get his hands on one. His Dylan Cadd ID was honorable discharged from the Corps.

Disavowed from the FIA, but...

He's technically still on good terms with the NUSMC.

"And then...we'll go waste some chew two in the Quadra."

That car does get you going, which does half the work for him.

When you spin around to lock up, he'll grab your ass for a second, but then he's slipping his arm around to lead you towards the closest lift.

Heads back to bed now.

struggling awkwardly to rise with wrists cuffed to elbows behind back and head held straight by the stiff posture collar

......just love.......and peace....

Love and strength to you at this difficult time.....peace and happiness as the time gets nearer. Always in our hearts and minds

stirring at this late hour, body clock wrecked by drugs and conditioning

Fenix Arsenal
Oh, do not do that to her. The thought of you in Marine class A uniform... that's not drool at the corners of her mouth, is it?

Her feet find the ground and she presses into you, letting her hands splay against your chest.

"Well, then, we should definitely get you fed."

She kisses you back, hands curling into the front of your shirt. She also doesn't care much that Echo might see it later. She's pretty sure he's figured out a few things about their relationship at this point.

"All right. Taco stand it is."

She'll let you lead out, while she closes everything up behind her.

Fenix Arsenal
Technically Dylan Cadd was in the Marine Corps too. "Diplomatic Security specialist" was the MOS if memory serves. But he never put on the uniform again after Suez. Which is a shame, he was a certified killer in his dress blues.

"I am, been doing recon all night. Had a protein shake about eight hours ago and nothing but water since."

He steps forward to grab the waist of your jeans and pull you up into the wrap of his arms.

"There's a taco stand down on 44 that Echo put me on to. Great quesadillas."

His hand comes up to tilt your jaw up for a kiss, uncaring if Echo reviews the security footage later.

"Come on. They have a great homemade hot sauce."

The House
"And Donald Trump's bathroom."

I adore Awkwafina.

*sorry phone call*

slipping in to tidy up a little and mop the floor

The House
snickers at making someone grumpy by mentioning the existence of that movie

I swallowed the last of my drink and headed out into the night, realizing that I was still grinning

Fenix Arsenal
Heh, she's sure your dog tags got sent back home to your family in Montana. Well, David Chandler's did. That's not the man she knows.

"I think Echo would appreciate that you're here to take care of me after hours more than he'd be worried about your employee status."

She continues to lean that way, fully aware of where your eyes roam. If she didn't want you looking, you know she'd adjust her position, or just simply say something.

"Power and hierarchy can be tricky that way, unless you get bureaucracy involved."

And then hierarchy is very clear at least. Not necessarily where all the power goes.

"So... are you hungry? I am."

at this hour there were not many patrons so it was easy to see and hear everything…my modern phone would have it all….this was going to get rather interesting…sweet sweet katy was now going to perpetually have a sour mouth