SHEATHED

Saturday nights 3

Green. 
 

"Mmmm" I moaned "this is so good"

"It better be Green. It better be" Jeremy rolled away from me and plunged his face into a pillow muttering a lot of profanities.
Looking at him from the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but giggle.

"Oh shut up"

"Come on, it was barely two"I tell him.

"It was a forty-five minute drive" he said calmly and then as if it never happened, screamed in the pillow "In and fucking out Green! "

I burst out into laughter. He was being hysterical throwing his legs and hitting his fist on our very comfortable bed.

"Come on. You could have said no. Should have just told me you were tired" I said ruffling his hair a bit.

"Yorollabfullmanydrinportcoo"

"I'm sorry what? "

Sighing he turns to me "I said you know I'd do anything for you"

"Aww are we getting emotional? Are you on your period?" I teased.

"Ugh" he turns back to the pillow.

"Come on. I'm kidding." I laughed putting my ice-cream aside before lying prone on his back playing with his black curls a bit more. "I know and I love you for that."

"Getting emotional are we?"he teases, taking a sideways glance at me and gaps "Are you on your period? "

I roll my eyes at him before getting back to my ice-cream " I do believe that is the reason you got out at two to get me this  for my cravings "

"Wrong. I did that because I'd had enough of you wiggling like a smashed yet somehow not fully dead worm."He laughed while trying to imitate the picture .

"You're an idiot" I said but I couldn't help but smile. A goofy one too.

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It was barely time for dinner and I was exhausted though it wasn't from doing nothing. Well, it's only understandable if I actually am considering I'm looking quite black and blue but no I'm exhausted from a hard days work.  After breakfast,  I pretty much buried myself in keeping the house tidy . Which meant dusting, sweeping, scrubbing, mopping, vacuuming, and pretty much everything clean related. How did i do that with all the pain I'm in, you ask? Well, I have no fucking idea. I was bored, I was depressed so I fucking cleaned my fucking house.

Now what's crawled and ejaculated up your ass?

"The saying is 'what crawled up your ass and died?!'"

Well not you apparently.

"Talking to yourself again? " a voice says behind me.

I scream from the couch where I was laying and fall flat on my belly. Which means my arms finds great impact with the tiled floor and so does my knees,  thighs and pretty much every aching part of me.