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[notinthefett]

It rained the first week of their honeymoon

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[alien_isabel]

As is she. She's naked and sprawled out next to him. The sheet is tangled around her middle but her back and one leg have escaped it.

Mrs. Warren Meers insists it is not indeed a shack at all.

[notinthefett]

Warren doesn't begrudge her the sheet (mostly). He has his own built in protection against the elements: the pudge (which has returned with full force. ...And a little then some. Shh. Don't tell), and the hair.

Also a pair of boxer shorts, but those are less built in.

He groans softly in protest of Mr. Sunbeam.

[alien_isabel]

Isabel rolls over onto her back, sheet falling down to reveal her more than ample chest. "Morning..." She mumbles.

[notinthefett]

"Isn't," Warren argues.

He does, however, raise his head to check.

Damn it, it is.

He sluggishly tries to sit up. The bedside tables are littered with novelty drink cups (some coconut shaped). And an empty tube of spermacide/lube. Die, you squirmy fuckers.