Panic

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        I got home and Rafael wasn't home. I was annoyed by that. I wish he was. I did well, but it was just tough.

I got into the bath and sat there. I got out and I got ready for bed. I know it's not that late, but I just want to relax.


I ordered dinner, too lazy to cook. All of a sudden Rafael's came bursting through the door.

"Hi," he grinned a bit breathless.

"Why are you storming in here, like a bat out of hell?" I drank my water.

"Guess what I got?" He grabbed my hands.

"What? A promotion? Are you District Attorney now?" I gasped.

"Okay, maybe I should've told you. Because it's not as exciting as that." His face dropped.

"Aw Babe, just tell me. I bet it's great." I squeezed his hand.

"I got us tickets to see Kinky Boots," he smirked.

"You what? Oh my god really?" I jumped up and down.

"Yeah I did. They are for tomorrow night." He kissed me.

"Oh my god thank you! I wanted to go so badly, but it just kept slipping my mind," I hugged him.

"I'm glad you like it," he bit his lip.

"God come here." I pulled him close. I started talking off his clothes.

"You don't have to screw me because I did something for you."

"Honey, I want to. I want to destress." I smirked.

"What if I screwed you on the counter?" He lifted me up.

"Please," I begged.

"You are amazing," he laughed.

Rafael's POV

My alarm went off this morning. I groaned. I shut it off and wanted to go back to bed.

"We are going to Kinky Boots today," Nicole squealed.

"Yes we are. I'm going back to bed," I muttered and put an arm around her.

"Come on get up. You'll be late. You over sleep." She giggled.

"Maybe I'll make you late too," I pulled her close. She laughed.

"No, I don't want to be late," she giggled.


"Oh but I think you do."

"Are you sure it's not but it's better if I do?" She laughed.

"Oh god a Panic reference?" I chuckled.

"And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, and isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety," she sang too loudly for my own good.

"God you are so sexy when you sing. Are you sure you don't want me to make you late?" I kissed her getting on top.

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