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daysofthunder2024-05-14 04:16 pm
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a lot can happen in twenty seconds [ff15 au]
At some point during the night, Rox woke up and slid out of the bedroom to grab her discarded shirt and bra. She didn't know if Rinka and Aurene were home, and she didn't check. If they had come home maybe they had noticed, maybe they hadn't. Hopefully, they hadn't noticed yet. She knew when she'd passed out in Nyx's arms they hadn't been home, but at this point it was the wee hours of the morning.
She was surprised when she returned to see a handsome, disheveled, bleary eyed Nyx sitting up in bed. Her recovered clothes were discarded and she jumped him. She got him all hot and bothered again and more intimate catching up was had, though this time, Rox made an effort to keep down her volume.
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Rox heard rummaging in the kitchen. She lay draped over a hot, hard, delicious male in her bed. Muscles she'd forgotten existed were sore from the hungry, relentless activity of the evening and night before, but she savored every ache. Because it was Nyx. She opened one eye and peered at the handsome bastard who still slept soundly. She had worn him out, she thought with a pleased smile, quite proud of herself.
But as much as she wanted to snuggle, whichever of her daughters was in the kitchen making food—probably Rinka in all honesty—had awakened her empty stomach. It growled quietly in protest to all the exercise and the lack of calories. Of course, that rumble woke up her bladder, and Rox had to grudgingly and sleepily force herself away from the ridiculously tempting heat of the stupidly gorgeous man in her bed.
She wobbled a bit on her way to the bathroom and after cleaning up, grabbed the first shirt on the floor and tugged it on. Rox realized with a small smile it was Nyx's shirt as it slipped off her shoulder and hung down to her thighs. Good enough. She winced a little as she headed to the kitchen.
Rox patted Rinka's head when she passed by, yawning. She hadn't looked at herself in the mirror. So Rox was unaware that her auburn hair was an utter disaster from sleep and Nyx's hands, and bruises littered her neck and exposed shoulder. "Good mornin', baby," she said, her voice hoarse. She blearily blinked at a cupboard for a mug.
Coffee, yes. And food. She grabbed one of the mugs and put it down before leaving it behind to open the fridge. She lounged drowsily against the open door and stared blankly inside.
She didn't want to cook. Leftovers?
She was surprised when she returned to see a handsome, disheveled, bleary eyed Nyx sitting up in bed. Her recovered clothes were discarded and she jumped him. She got him all hot and bothered again and more intimate catching up was had, though this time, Rox made an effort to keep down her volume.
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Rox heard rummaging in the kitchen. She lay draped over a hot, hard, delicious male in her bed. Muscles she'd forgotten existed were sore from the hungry, relentless activity of the evening and night before, but she savored every ache. Because it was Nyx. She opened one eye and peered at the handsome bastard who still slept soundly. She had worn him out, she thought with a pleased smile, quite proud of herself.
But as much as she wanted to snuggle, whichever of her daughters was in the kitchen making food—probably Rinka in all honesty—had awakened her empty stomach. It growled quietly in protest to all the exercise and the lack of calories. Of course, that rumble woke up her bladder, and Rox had to grudgingly and sleepily force herself away from the ridiculously tempting heat of the stupidly gorgeous man in her bed.
She wobbled a bit on her way to the bathroom and after cleaning up, grabbed the first shirt on the floor and tugged it on. Rox realized with a small smile it was Nyx's shirt as it slipped off her shoulder and hung down to her thighs. Good enough. She winced a little as she headed to the kitchen.
Rox patted Rinka's head when she passed by, yawning. She hadn't looked at herself in the mirror. So Rox was unaware that her auburn hair was an utter disaster from sleep and Nyx's hands, and bruises littered her neck and exposed shoulder. "Good mornin', baby," she said, her voice hoarse. She blearily blinked at a cupboard for a mug.
Coffee, yes. And food. She grabbed one of the mugs and put it down before leaving it behind to open the fridge. She lounged drowsily against the open door and stared blankly inside.
She didn't want to cook. Leftovers?
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[503 UNREAD]
feesh: Why are there 500 messages on my phone? Did the Emperor lay an egg or somethin'? Someone give me the short n sweet version.
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photog: be nice. or do you just not want to talk about why the rest of us were having a moment earlier ;)
spitfire: ugh fine
spitfire: that glaive guy is here
spitfire: as in he stayed over
spitfire: with our mom
spitfire: and was shirtless in our kitchen until about an hour ago
spitfire: like he's still hanging out
photog: she means ulric
spitfire: what
photog: there's a lotta glaives you gotta be specific
spitfire: yeah yeah point is we're making cake now get your scrawny asses over here
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Seriously, guys, these are important decisions. Aurene looked up at her mom and Nyx. That actually was a good question.
"What flavor of cake do you two want?"
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She looked over to Nyx. But... She didn't know what he liked. Sweets never came up. She'd made some food back in the day, but nothing sweet. Gods. Even after all this time, there was so much to learn. She really did know nothing about him did she? Well, maybe once upon a time she had. But so much time changed people.
"I like chocolate. I'm basic," Rox said. "What would you like?" she asked him softly.
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spitfire: adults say chocolate
That's like, thinking about his dad having sex! Oh wait...
[There's a pause as the first couple texts sink in.]
feesh: What? Were they training or something? How bad was his ego bruised when you two didn't bat an eye?
[Another pause as he's typing without reading the whole thing.]
feesh: Hope he didn't stink up your kitchen
[A really long pause as it's clear he caught up, and it all sunk in. Then they get the following single word.]
feesh: Gross
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Aurene couldn't help but be so amused by Noctis's whole experience in getting to what actually happened.
aurene: honestly just happy my mom is happy. if mr. ulric makes her happy, then as long as he isn't hurting her he's okay in my book. congrats on the sex cake will probably make them even happier though.
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Even Prompto was laughing at how long that took.
spitfire: now are you two knuckleheads coming over or what?
photog: waiting for iggy to come pick us up. you think we'd miss out on cake?
spitfire: you wouldnt maybe but i think noct would miss his own graduation if it meant getting to sleep in for five more minutes
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Six. How easy was it for her to just let Nyx slide back into her life like he'd always belonged thee. It was ridiculous.
"So, what's the word, girls? Should we be expecting the boys soonish? Or later?"
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[That's when the text comes in from Ignis himself saying he's arrived.]
feesh: Speaking of specks. Let's move.
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"We should go see if we have everything we need for cake."
She was a little concerned they were out of chocolate powder. That was necessary for a chocolate cake.
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photog: woohoo on our way!!!
"Yeah, probably a good idea."
Rinka grabbed a notepad from the counter and a pen so she could give Rox a list if they were actually missing anything.
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"Be safe out there. We'll see you soon. With bonus boys."
She did move to start getting some of the things they'd need for making cake out but didn't start on the actual cake. She didn't want to start on that until Mom and Nyx had returned from the store with what they were missing.
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She flipped pages and found what she was looking for before sliding it over to Aurene.
"That one?"
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impatiently.