ohlook.
hey look, i'm actually updating.
lish hasn't had much to write about lately so this is why she hasn't updated.
i want to write fluff, inspiration anyone?
kisses and tissues,
'lisha.
lish hasn't had much to write about lately so this is why she hasn't updated.
i want to write fluff, inspiration anyone?
kisses and tissues,
'lisha.
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Amber stood on his toes, staring up at him, and Gene frowned in concentration while stepping around the cleared living room.
Amber was giggling but the boy himself didn't seem to notice; he was the one who needed the lessons, not her.
"I think...ow, Amber!"
The blonde jerked her head to the right, brows raising.
You missed a step, you big dolt.
Tonks leaned against the kitchen doorway with a mug of coffee in hand, her eyes following the couple from behind the rim. She made no effort not to smile.
It was just too endearing, the frown of concentration on Gene's face as he shuffled himself and the pigtailed girl towards one place and then the other.
She hadn't planned on interrupting, had only meant to watch but, as she noted the misplacement of his feet again, she cleared her throat ( ... )
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The dish went crashing near his head and he cringed, eyes narrowing as she tugged another plate free, scowling at him.
"You went and you--"
smash
"--got it after I--"
a glass was lifted, tossed
"told you specifically not to ( ... )
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Tonks squints up at him, fascinated by Gene's choice of colours, and then watches as he steps down the ladder, dips the brush back into the paint can.
She looks back to her own work, how their separate painting has linked thus far, and when she turns back, Gene's worked his shirt off.
"What're you doing?"
"...Getting cooled off, what does it look like?"
"Put your shirt back on, meester."
Defiantly, Gene raises both eyebrows.
"Or else...?"
"Oh, I'll what else you, Eugene," she states, dunking her paintbrush in the black paint and giving chase. A minute passes before she pins him down, slashes her name across his chest and deep black. In that minute, they manage to spill quite a bit of paint, kick up the plastic runner, and giggle themselves crazy.
The room looks fine when they set everything out in the hall, however.
It looks perfectly...Gonks.
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Gene shakes his head, groans softly into the pillow, and gradually relaxes as Tonks' hands work at his back, warm and careful, prodding carefully to rub and knead his flesh. It feels nice and, although she frowned down at the tattoos there, Tonks doesn't seem to mind too badly.
"Ah, higher, a little to your left. I...ohshit, yeah there."
He's grinning into the pillow, close to laughing, and then Tonks slaps the back of his head, making him frown.
"This is not sexual at all, Eugene," Tonks says, grunting as she presses down between his shoulderblades with her thumbs, only fueling his giggles moreso.
She rolls her eyes, blushes, then bites her lower lip, rocking against his lower back while loosening the knots in his back.
"Oh Gene, oh Gene, gods yes."
Gene's stiffened, mouth opening, and a small gasp tumbles out before he sits up, awkwardly, glares at her before rushing to the bathroom.
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