Cold Food, Warm Champagne ; don't trust the bitch in apartment 23 ; june/chloe ; rated pg13 because of implied sex
It's their first anniversary. It's their first anniversary, and June cooked this whole big dinner, and got James to help her move everything out of their living room so that they could have a picnic without actually having to leave the apartment (it makes sex so much easier). Flickering vanilla-scented candles (Chloe had laughed for ages because of course June's favorite scent is vanilla) line the room (but, of course, June had had the last laugh because as it turns out, vanilla candles mixed with June's natural scent are quite the aphrodisiac for Chloe), and June has mood music playing in the background, and she is wearing her sexy (but highly uncomfortable) lingerie, and Chloe is lateJune huffs and collapses on the soft rug covering the hardwood floor of their living room. She really should have anticipated this, but for some reason she'd really thought that Chloe would be on time for this. Maybe she'd been too naive,
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"I don't ca--wait, what?" June asks, tilting her head to the side inquisitively.
Chloe sighs, feigning annoyance. It's her go-to expression when she show how much she actually cares, especially when she's showing how much she cares about June. Chloe's never really been a wordy person; actions, in her experience, have always spoken louder than words. "You had mentioned in one of those silly comic books you made that your ideal date included pink champagne, which is actually a lot harder to find than you expect. I mean I managed to get my hands on some, because I'm me, but it really should have been easier. I wanted to surprise you with it."
June's eyes grow progressively wider and more doe-like as Chloe speaks, until she's in full-on bambi mode. "You wanted to surprise me? Chloe, that's so sweet!"
"No, it's not. I don't do sweet. Except for margaritas, because yum." Chloe puts the bottle down on the counter and crosses her arms indignantly. June smirks.
"You're right. It's not sweet. It's cute. Heck, it's downright adorable." As
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It's their first anniversary. It's their first anniversary, and June cooked this whole big dinner, and got James to help her move everything out of their living room so that they could have a picnic without actually having to leave the apartment (it makes sex so much easier). Flickering vanilla-scented candles (Chloe had laughed for ages because of course June's favorite scent is vanilla) line the room (but, of course, June had had the last laugh because as it turns out, vanilla candles mixed with June's natural scent are quite the aphrodisiac for Chloe), and June has mood music playing in the background, and she is wearing her sexy (but highly uncomfortable) lingerie, and Chloe is lateJune huffs and collapses on the soft rug covering the hardwood floor of their living room. She really should have anticipated this, but for some reason she'd really thought that Chloe would be on time for this. Maybe she'd been too naive, ( ... )
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Chloe sighs, feigning annoyance. It's her go-to expression when she show how much she actually cares, especially when she's showing how much she cares about June. Chloe's never really been a wordy person; actions, in her experience, have always spoken louder than words. "You had mentioned in one of those silly comic books you made that your ideal date included pink champagne, which is actually a lot harder to find than you expect. I mean I managed to get my hands on some, because I'm me, but it really should have been easier. I wanted to surprise you with it."
June's eyes grow progressively wider and more doe-like as Chloe speaks, until she's in full-on bambi mode. "You wanted to surprise me? Chloe, that's so sweet!"
"No, it's not. I don't do sweet. Except for margaritas, because yum." Chloe puts the bottle down on the counter and crosses her arms indignantly. June smirks.
"You're right. It's not sweet. It's cute. Heck, it's downright adorable." As ( ... )
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