The sound of running water drowned most any other sounds of the outside world. Dishes was quite literally the chore you despised most, and your genius of a mind decided to hold it off to the last minuet, only getting off your screen to do them when Eridan had given you a half hour warning before he got home. Your disliking of it was heavily overruled by a dizzying excitement that settled itself in your stomach, though, so it wasn't all that terrible.
The reason for the feeling that made it barely possible to keep still long enough to do your assigned chore? You had the scandalous and honestly kind of ironic thought to dress yourself up a bit in the skimpy maid outfit your current moirail had fished out of spare grist she had. (after she made her costume for the human's holiday 'Halloween') You grinned to yourself at how hard Araida had to try not to laugh as she presented it to you, and you'd reassure her that you'd defiantly get all the ladies running and chasing after you the moment you put it on.
'who the hell could re2ii2t a man iin lace?'
But on a slightly more serious note, you'd noticed that your matesprit had been rather stressed lately.
He'd always been known to overwork himself, and it usually came in waves. Most things came in waves with him. He'd be happy with how things were going and then it'd slowly decrease to the point he came home exhausted and grumpy, and he'd get snippy with every one, including you. (he never got snippy with you, so that's when your worrying peeked and you felt like you had to do something to help.) You'd always ask if he needed anything, but when you asked for the fifth time in an hour, he started getting defensive and often shut down. Which often caused you to shut down. Though it wasn't really an argument, those parts of the cycle were your least favorite.
So you put yourself through the embarrassment (even though no one but you was present in the hive) of walking around and finishing up your list of chores, lastly doing those damn dishes . But the longer you wore the revealing outfit, the more you felt to enjoy yourself, strutting around the house while spamming the air guitar to Metallica while sweeping.
Your mood dropped as you set eyes on the (albeit small) pile of dishes in the sink. As said before, though, your last task wasn't too bad as you waited eagerly. The feeling in your chest almost made you lightheaded in anticipation, but you grinned and bit your lip as you scrubbed and wipes at the plates and bowls that were expected to be done by the time your seadweller got home.
You made sure to take your time after a moment of thought, though, as you had recognized that this was a favorable situation to be caught like this in. The wait seemed to drag on and you began to take under consideration checking your trollian to see if he'd planned to stay late, but your doubts were soon blown to the side as you heard the front door click and open. Wow, impeccable timing.
Sure enough, your violetblood's voice rang from the front, calling your name. You called back to signal you were finishing up dishes, and he clicked in a way that questioned why they weren't already done. You heard foot steps and a small sigh a he hung his uniformed coat up, the same steady pattern of soft steps soon coming to a short stop as the came to the doorway.
You grinned and bit your lip again, pretending not to notice as you let a questioning hum cut through the silence. Your sure he picked up on the teasing tone in the simple sound, because before you could give a follow up, firm hands were on your thighs, pushing the lacy dress up to allow him to grip your hips and pull you flush to his chest. You gave a small yet pleased sound, soon cut of with a soft gasp at the sharky teeth suddenly against your neck, instinctively leaning your head to the side.
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so hey my dudes. this is just a really short little drabble of a stupid prompt i did for a friend.
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Dishes
FanfictionA little drabble of an erisol prompt. please read authors note, my dudes <3