Cling

***

She thinks she's lying on a shampoo bottle. She could be wrong, and considering the extremely relaxed and slow way in which her brain seems to be processing information that's likely, but it definitely feels rather like squishy plastic and round.

"Mmmph. Move."

"Don't wanna," the warm, wet lump of Roper currently taking up space on her chest - and smooshing her rather that much harder onto the shampoo bottle - grunts back at her.

"Roll over, you idiot." With a few judicious applications of finger pokes he rolls off her and to the side so she can sit up. Yep. Bargain basement shampoo available at any base Nafees.

"Comeback down here. I really like your breasts."

She laughs, not really letting her brain catch up with all the million details this new and different situation is going to change/add/subtract from her life. She'd made her mind up about this when he'd called earlier. Asked her to stop by.

She's very glad she found him in the shower.

"So, we're in this for my breasts then, huh?"

She's smiling at him. Traces a finger over the bridge of his nose and doesn't let herself wonder if this is worth it. Right now, it feels like it is.

He smiles back, kisses her softly on the top of her lip before pulling back and looking her in the eye. His expression is dead serious.

"Of course. You think I'm with you for your brains then?"

And then they're both laughing, and it's okay. -fin-

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