Swearing

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The door flew open with a loud bang, and cold air rushed in. I shivered against the cold outside air as the door slammed shut and I heard the sound of boots stomping up and down.

"Hey babe," I called out.

"It's fucking freezing out there!" She basically shouted at me, shivering audibly as she spoke.

I jolted, looking up at her, her arms wrapped tight around her large winter coat.

"It's fucking freezing!" She repeated, shivering in her spot.

"You just swore." I laughed. "You never swear."

"I swear."

"I've literally never heard you swear."

"I was raised in a good and proper home where I was told never to swear okay." She grumbled.

I just laughed some more.

"It's just fucking freezing outside."

"So, you swear when it's cold outside?"

"Yes, when it's fucking freezing outside. I literally swore all the way here." She shivered some more, I felt sort of bad for her.

"Aww babe. I'll make you some hot chocolate."

"You're the best." She smiled widely back at me.

I began to make some hot chocolate, and she took off her winter stuff.

"You know," I said when she entered the kitchen. "It was kind of hot hearing you swear."

"It was hot hearing me swear about how it was fucking freezing out there?"

I laughed at the irony of the statement. "Yeah," I told her seductively, leaning in to kiss her.

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