"Fuck." Yoko exhaled, finally coming down from the high of her... how many was it now? It didn't really matter. Teddy had given her more orgasms in a few hours of sex than John had in five years of marriage. The last one had been given only with his fingers as he smoked a cigar.She hadn't found out his name until after the second. Teddy seemed appropriate for such a beast. Yet a teddy is also a thing of comfort. This also seemed appropriate as he got up from the bed to swagger over to the kitchen wearing nothing but his irresistible smile to make breakfast, cigar still hanging out of the corner of his upturned mouth.
"You got eggs?" He asked, that warm Texan tenor making Yoko melt under the heat of the bedsheets.
"Yeah- just in the fridge." She replied, rolling out of bed to pull on a robe. She didn't bother tying it. This rendezvous was already so far from her normal life that she decided to just roll with the abnormality. Her Sundays were usually filled with, surprise, paperwork and black coffee. Routine had gone out of the window as soon as Teddy had stepped inside. And Yoko was right about the soundproofing- it certainly had come in handy. She sent Bernie a quick text, and when she looked up again Teddy was in front of her.
"Who are you texting?" He asked, moving his hand to lower her raised phone.
"My best friend." She replied curtly. "I think he'd like to know about you- about us."
"Well, I'd love to meet him." He smiled, his eyes still sad, his eyebrows slanted downwards like the smooth curve of his peen. Great, now she was thinking about his peen again. It made her wet almost instantly. She rolled her eyes at her own dirty mind. She'd never done anything like this before. She'd had brief flings since John, of course- she was after all attractive- but nothing like this. She didn't have time for all night sex binges. But this, him, his glorious dingwallace, well... clearly it had taken her mind off her usual dominatrix; the NYC police department.
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The Zodiac Killer a Ted Cruz and Yoko Ono fanfic (discontinued)
FanfictionDetective Ono didn't do emotions. That was until she met Teddy. But when her best friend Bernie is found dead and she is assigned to the case, she may find that the killer is a lot closer to her heart (and her fanny) than she expected. (Cover art b...
