There ain't much to do on the island other than sleep late. Tim gets up and goes somewhere most mornings before Tyra even opens her eyes, and she comes awake in a half empty bed
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When Tim leaves the hut in the mornings, it's usually to take a piss or to wander up to the Compound for some food. And, it's those mornings that Tim misses home more than usual, misses having a fridge that's only a few yards away and actually misses having Billy there to yell at him.
But, here he has Tyra, so he doesn't bitch about it too much.
This morning, he comes back from the Compound with a mango and an orange and a few sandwiches packed neatly in a bag. It feels domestic and shit, but he likes it somehow and he's smiling when he walks into their hut again.
His eyes meet Tyra's immediately and he has to suppress a groan at the way she's stretched out under the sheet, naked underneath. "Brought some breakfast," he says and holds up the bag as he wanders over.
Tyra cracks on eye and then the other, giving Tim a hazy, sweaty smile.
"Look at you, playin' house wife. Billy'd be so proud."
She scratches the slope of the one breast that's bare and just looks at him for a minute. She used to catch herself staring at him, sometimes, and then she'd get pissed at herself, and she still catches herself staring, sometimes, but she doesn't get so pissed anymore.
"Kiddin' me?" Tim replies with a snort as he drops the bag down between her legs and sits down next to her, the room still smelling of sex and fuck, he loves that. "Billy'd just call me pussy-whipped."
Grinning, he kicks off his flip-flops and digs a finger into the orange, peeling it off in chunks, the juice making his fingers a little sticky. "C'mon, eat up."
"Yeah, well, Billy's got a point," says Tyra, grinning as she sits up, bending her knees and gathering the sheet across her chest, bare all the way down her back.
"You know, my mom spent her entire life tryin' to get to be a kept woman..."
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But, here he has Tyra, so he doesn't bitch about it too much.
This morning, he comes back from the Compound with a mango and an orange and a few sandwiches packed neatly in a bag. It feels domestic and shit, but he likes it somehow and he's smiling when he walks into their hut again.
His eyes meet Tyra's immediately and he has to suppress a groan at the way she's stretched out under the sheet, naked underneath. "Brought some breakfast," he says and holds up the bag as he wanders over.
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"Look at you, playin' house wife. Billy'd be so proud."
She scratches the slope of the one breast that's bare and just looks at him for a minute. She used to catch herself staring at him, sometimes, and then she'd get pissed at herself, and she still catches herself staring, sometimes, but she doesn't get so pissed anymore.
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Grinning, he kicks off his flip-flops and digs a finger into the orange, peeling it off in chunks, the juice making his fingers a little sticky. "C'mon, eat up."
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"You know, my mom spent her entire life tryin' to get to be a kept woman..."
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