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Peanut Butter - Fire
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Timeframe : 1256
Lyssa finds Rune in the kitchen with a bowl of pancake batter and a spoon balanced in his hands. There’s a foot of snow on the ground outside and Rune’s got two sweaters on, but she’s prancing about the place half undressed, and it’s all he can do not to stare at the breasts she’s so clearly intentionally put on display.
“Morning, beautiful,” she says, cupping a hand against his rear and peering over the rim of the bowl.
“Morning, yourself,” he says, succumbing to the urge to take a good long look at her. “Pancakes?” he offers with a tip of the bowl.
Lyssa grins. “Only thing worth you leaving my bed at such an ungodly hour.”
“Lyssa,” says Rune, with a shake of his head. “It’s ten o’clock.”
Main entry
Timeframe : 1256
Lyssa finds Rune in the kitchen with a bowl of pancake batter and a spoon balanced in his hands. There’s a foot of snow on the ground outside and Rune’s got two sweaters on, but she’s prancing about the place half undressed, and it’s all he can do not to stare at the breasts she’s so clearly intentionally put on display.
“Morning, beautiful,” she says, cupping a hand against his rear and peering over the rim of the bowl.
“Morning, yourself,” he says, succumbing to the urge to take a good long look at her. “Pancakes?” he offers with a tip of the bowl.
Lyssa grins. “Only thing worth you leaving my bed at such an ungodly hour.”
“Lyssa,” says Rune, with a shake of his head. “It’s ten o’clock.”