Which is odd, really, because she’s never nervous about much – she treated the realization of her deep and passionate love for Tim with some timidity, yes, and was maybe the slightest bit nervous when she realized that this was going to be a long term thing and did get a few butterflies the day before their wedding… But apart from that?
Nope, nothing.
Not even when she decided to lose her virginity (and what a disappointment that was), not even when she went to university (also a bit of a disappointment – though with nice medical students), not even when she brought her own house (disappointment central, until she realized the many positives of her stairs) – nervousness has never really been a part of her life, never really been a lurking figure at the door, never really seethed in her stomach for endless nights as she coiled in a helpless pile of loathing-
…And now she’s babbling.
Great.
Tim finishes his third cup (as ever, the dear morning loathing boy) as she just plays with her cereal. Gives her a bright smile as he rises to his feet and tucks his jacket around him “…It really is a bother having to go into work on a Saturday.”
“Oh well,” she says, and her tone is falsely bright – and still a little bit babbly, “you did take Monday off.”
“And Tuesday.”
“And Wednesday.”
“And almost Thursday, thanks to that sex marathon that you dragged me into,” he smiles fondly, leans over and presses a peck against her lips as she… Continues to play with her cereal like a cool person, yes, “I’ll try to get back early, alright?”
“Alright.”
“…For more sex?”
“If you want.”
…And he frowns at her. For, in all the four years of their relationship and steadily counting as long as time ticks on, she has never sounded so unenthusiastic about sex.
But, eventually and at the prompting of her high-speed nod and smile, he beams again and turns on his heel – waltzing for the front door in the happy, bouncy way of a man largely content with his life now that it’s stopped regularly punching him in the face and has occasionally started handing him breast shaped pies.
…And she hates to start the punching again, she really does.
But she can’t just let him go on unknowingly until the nine months are up – for she’s a cruel and happy bitch, but she’s not that terribly horrible.
UNPROMPTED: Happy Saturday, Female!Chris/Tim, PG-13 [1/3] [Spy]
Which is odd, really, because she’s never nervous about much – she treated the realization of her deep and passionate love for Tim with some timidity, yes, and was maybe the slightest bit nervous when she realized that this was going to be a long term thing and did get a few butterflies the day before their wedding… But apart from that?
Nope, nothing.
Not even when she decided to lose her virginity (and what a disappointment that was), not even when she went to university (also a bit of a disappointment – though with nice medical students), not even when she brought her own house (disappointment central, until she realized the many positives of her stairs) – nervousness has never really been a part of her life, never really been a lurking figure at the door, never really seethed in her stomach for endless nights as she coiled in a helpless pile of loathing-
…And now she’s babbling.
Great.
Tim finishes his third cup (as ever, the dear morning loathing boy) as she just plays with her cereal. Gives her a bright smile as he rises to his feet and tucks his jacket around him “…It really is a bother having to go into work on a Saturday.”
“Oh well,” she says, and her tone is falsely bright – and still a little bit babbly, “you did take Monday off.”
“And Tuesday.”
“And Wednesday.”
“And almost Thursday, thanks to that sex marathon that you dragged me into,” he smiles fondly, leans over and presses a peck against her lips as she… Continues to play with her cereal like a cool person, yes, “I’ll try to get back early, alright?”
“Alright.”
“…For more sex?”
“If you want.”
…And he frowns at her. For, in all the four years of their relationship and steadily counting as long as time ticks on, she has never sounded so unenthusiastic about sex.
But, eventually and at the prompting of her high-speed nod and smile, he beams again and turns on his heel – waltzing for the front door in the happy, bouncy way of a man largely content with his life now that it’s stopped regularly punching him in the face and has occasionally started handing him breast shaped pies.
…And she hates to start the punching again, she really does.
But she can’t just let him go on unknowingly until the nine months are up – for she’s a cruel and happy bitch, but she’s not that terribly horrible.
“Tim!”