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jet lag was a bitch and ruby felt it tug at her heartburn from the lack of good sleep at the crack of dawn. something only a good cup of tea could fix and a living room full of packed boxes waiting to get unpacked. and as a cup was steaming on the table, the redhead sported her nightclothes squatting down to tend to the first box. without making too much noise, she knifed it open and tended to organize the whole bunch onto the floor, only for her to end up on the floor huffing and puffing from how much her body protested against her decisions. she was meant to sleep in and if her body could talk, it would exactly say that. a soft groan escaped her throat at her fiancee’s entrance, trailed her down from the upside down to a better one when her lover came in for a temple kiss that got ruby smiling all satisfied. ‘’… early enough to probably return to bed now,’’ her voice all hoarse, she rolled over onto her stomach to face simone, ‘’in my defense … there was a seagull squawking right outside the window and when i opened my eyes, it was right there. holding a staring contest as it kept on screeching, so i couldn’t resist hunting down my sandals, unless you’d like me to throw elvis at him instead? elvis would have a blast.’’ she smirked, now reaching out for her cup of tea that had lost its heat, if not its warmth altogether. a snicker following before she put the mug against her lips. ‘’— but you, not so much, i can tell from experience.’’
“aw you sound so cute and tired,” simone said with a slender hand over her bare decolletage. “you should try going back to bed and getting some rest. i don’t think the seagull’s there anymore.” realizing she must have slept through the obnoxious bird sounds, the brunette started to wonder if her hearing was going to shit. “did you win? the staring contest.” this time, her mouth stretched into a teasing smirk, knowing that her fiancee was as competitive as they came. something she loved her all the more for. wrapping one tanned thigh over the other - bless california’s weather for that - simone deadpanned.
“if you keep throwing elvis at things, i’m gonna have you charged with child abuse. my son is an angel and you should treat him like such. like i treat madonna.” of course, their kids were opposite on the spectrum. where madonna was as sweet and relaxed as a dog could be, elvis was hellfire stuffed into a cat. “well thank you ruby, for unpacking what you could. i appreciate it. if anything we can unpack as we go along, since we’ll be here for a bit. annd because...” she started, swallowing another drink of coffee, “i don’t think we’ll have time to do it all today. i want to take you to the boardwalk for some fun.”










