[ DRAFT 16 ] The Woman's Work Is Never Done

[metharchy]

Buffet is open again, and the library is next.

Miniature golf course and deck seventeen are still closed until further notice.

[That said and done, Meth was going to enjoy the rest of her day off and retreated to her treehouse.]

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[Tyler was more than eager to get his gear off, but played it cool. He moved in his own time, sitting up and dragging his t-shirt over his head. Beneath the clothing the man was scarred and bruised, the odd cut or graze from fighting or whatever crazy stunt he'd pulled in the past week or two clearly visible.

He discarded the shirt off to the side and reached to run his hands down her sides. Tyler smirked at her, satisfied with the view the lack of clothing presented before leaning in to catch her lips again while his fingers shifted to the clasp of her bra.]

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[OOC: FADE TO BLACK, BUT HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED:

Meth: *clothes come off*
Tyler: *clothes come off*
Meth: *starts to fuck*
Tyler: *tries to flip her over--*
Meth: Stay down :| *smack*
Tyler: *laughs like the creepy bastard he is*
Meth: *eventually, orgasm*
Tyler: *orgasm--PUNCHED IN THE FACE BY METH*
Meth: 8)
Tyler: *yells twice as loud*
Meth: *Gets off him, opens pack of cigarette, smokes and opens the front door with her TK, then shoves his clothes out onto the porch* Thanks for the good time. *draaaag*
Tyler: *laughs* Give me a cig?
Meth: *tosses Tyler a cigarette and a lighter*
Tyler: Thank you ma'am.
Meth: *makes a face* I'm not that old.
Tyler: *snort lol*
Meth: *shoves door closed and starts getting her clothes back on*
Tyler: *has no issue with dressing on the front porch. Pants and shoes on, shirt can come later. contented whistle as he leaves*]

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