thatstereokid: this is, by all means, a sex scene.
SO i know it's not good.
But if you don't like a little naughtiness
baaaai.
:3
lemme know what you think ^_^
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I flung open the door to my house and stepped inside, kicking my shoes off so it hit the window.
“AUBRY POO! COME ON!”
I stared at the reflection on the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the kitchen, watcing as Aubry took a hesitant step into my house, then slowly closed the door behind him.
He slowly took his shoes off, and carried them with two fingers, following me with socked feet.
“Sheesh!” I threw my hands up in the air as Aubry jumped, startled. “Why are you so scared?!”
“I’m not scared!” He protested stubbornly, twirling the laces of one of his Vans along his finger, turning it purple. “Your house is so…big…and neat. And fragile. I’m just trying to be careful.”
“Careful?! Careful my ass!” I picked him up by his waist and carried him up the glass stairs. “Fragile? Nothing’s fragile here!”
My little Shawty mumbled something into my armpit as I dropped him down in the upstairs TV room, throwing my jacket at a side table. Aubry caught it quickly and glared at me.
“Brent. There is a MING VASE on that side table. Are you trying to destroy everything in this house?!”
I scoffed. Stupid! “I’ve had parties here before!” I threw my arms out. “It’s nothing new!”
A glass-sounding crash suddenly erupted from my right as Aubry hid his face behind his cute, tiny hands.
I looked to my right and saw a shattered vase there. “Oh, well,” I pushed a big chuck of it aside. “I’ll get Marciela to clean it up.”
Aubry stared at me between his fingers. “You just broke a Ming Vase.”
“WHAT IS A MING VASE?!” I screeched, carrying Aubry by the waist again. “SHEESH! I DON’T CARE ABOUT NO VASE, BOY!”
Aubry sighed as I skipped up the second flight of stairs, carrying him over my shoulder. “Come on! You haven’t seen my room yet, have you?!”
Aubry sighed and mumbled something along the lines of “Who said I wanted to see it?”
But of course, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t what he said.
I mean, come on.
I tossed Aubry onto my purple suede sofa and twirled around my large room, plastering myself against the purple walls. “You like it?!”
A big, king-sized bed sat along the corner, and aside from that, it was pretty much a mess of makeup, hair dye, and bandannas.
Not that Aubry noticed. He was too enticed by a little snowglobe on my desk, rolling it around in his hands as he stared eagerly at the little falling drops of glitter.
“Wow,” he breathed, looking at the Eiffle Tower inside. “Where’d you get this?”
“My, erm, Dad got it for me,” I looked up at my ceiling, turning on the Christmas lights I kept there year-long.
“What’s your father like?” Aubry asked absentmindedly, still twirling around the snowglobe in his hands.
“Uh…he left. A couple years ago.”
