ASTRID: “Ahh. So you think we’ll eventually get stuck with robot porn too, huh?” Astrid joked. “Wait- you before me? Why’s that?” She asked with a raised brow. “If they had weed in them, they would. And I think most professional bakers would disagree with you, but if you say so. And I’m pretty sure skill and talent? But, who needs that when you have a boyfriend who has blind love,” She teased, shaking her head as he kissed her. “Wait- I’m suppose to be getting random gifts out of this? Have you been stiffing out on me all this time?” She joked some more, using humor as a poor attempt to distract him from the blush setting across her cheeks. “And anyways, I already have more than I could ever want, right here with you. To most people, I think the fact that I got them murderer, and am in a gang is, yes. And okay, but being in the NFL and knowing people who did drugs by proxy, is fairly different than doing drugs, selling drugs, breaking the law, beating people up just cause and a pretty much being the walking definition of a criminal? A criminal who has never been caught, but still a criminal all the same. Yeah, except I probably belong behind bars… but, you know what? Okay. Yup. Clearly no difference. We could be twins, you know, if we weren’t having sex with each other, are in love with each other and aren’t related in the slightest.”
“You love everything about me though. You’re horribly biased,” She tried to pout, despite the beautiful smile fighting its way onto her face at his words. “I don’t know about that. I think I could name a few people off the top of my head who would pay good money to see you naked. Me included. “And-” Astrid paused, letting out a moan as he nipped at her skin. Knocking the salt into the bowl she had been mixing as she did. “Nope. No. I think you greatly underestimated my abilities to multitask whenever you’re around.”
Damien: “Cause I’m older than you? So logically I’d start lookin’ older than you,” he reasoned. “You know I don’t care about professional bakers. ‘Cause I’d eat anything you baked and love it. Sure you are supposed to be gettin’ random gifts, but I haven’t started that part yet. I had to make sure you agreed to bein my girlfriend and wanted to spend the rest of your life with me before I started. But the gifts are comin’. In full force, because some how I’ve tricked you into lovin’ me,” he joked. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his forehead against hers. “Hey, there is no difference. Cause I’m not just a one hundred percent good guy that you paint me out to be. I don’t do drugs, and rarely drink but that doesn’t mean I’m great. I’m tryin’ to sweet talk you and in a minute make you scream, please don’t say we’re twins.”
“I am biased and you’re beautiful, so...I don’t see a single problem here.” His nose nuzzled along her neck as he began to kiss and nip along the length. His fingers glided along her folds, teasing her clit repeatedly. “Doll, you mean to tell me that you can’t mix that bowl when I’m makin’ you come for me?” he smirked as his fingers entered her, pumping slowly as his thumb teased her clit.
