#Bernette

[20dollarlolita]

I don't remember if you already answered this, sorry in advance if you have, but what are your thoughts on the Bernette 79 Yaya Han edition sewing machine + embroidery machine? I consider myself a cosplayer and a lolita (Yaya is, as far I can recall, a cosplayer but not a lolita), and I've only ever sewn on a vintage Singer in a table and a Hello Kitty Janome. I don't see myself using the embroider option a lot since I embroider by hand, so that part would be taking up space unless I put in the effort to learn. On the other hand, it's a pretty shade of purple and is meant to sew over a variety of costuming fabrics which cannot be said of my current machine. It seems like a lot of extra stuff I probably don't need or have time to learn about if I do need them, but preliminary research seems to show it's a great value for the price (unless you break it). Or do you have any other recommendations in the same line? Thanks again for all your diligence and hard-earned expertise!

Okay, so I just sold one of those to someone whose other machines are a Hello Kitty Janome and a vintage Singer in a table, and I had to immediately check if you and them were the same person. So if you're Singer in a table is a 201, you should really meet my other customers.

Also quick note to everyone who is interested in this machine: you can buy it from the company that I work for. It's an internet model, so I can sell it to anyone in the USA. I can price match anyone else selling it. If you buy it from me, I get credit for the sale and I make commission (but it doesn't cost you anything). So if you want a Bernette b79 Yaya Han edition, or probably any other sewing machine, please shoot me an ask and I'll give y'all my work email or my sale code.

So I personally don't like Yaya as a person, but the B79 is a pretty good deal if it's what you're looking for. The fact that it's got embroidery and it has the digitizing software is really the thing that pushes it into the really good price point. On the sewing side, the foot kit is a really good perk, especially because not a lot of places keep feet in stock that work with the dual feed.

But if you're really not interested in the embroidery, I'd suggest just getting the Bernette b77, which is the sewing-only version of the b79 (if you want the embroidery-only version of the b79, you're looking for the b70Deco). It's going to be about a thousand dollars cheaper. It, sadly, is not purple, but that's nothing a few stickers can't fix. My store's current price on the Yaya 79 is $2499 and our price on the b77 is $1499, so it's literally a thousand dollars.

(Or, if you're absolutely insane, you can get some Cricut infusible ink paper and an EasyPress mini and sublimate onto the front of your machine. It's the kind of plastic that takes sublimation. Isn't that absolutely bonkers wild?)

That said, if you're willing to spend the extra money, you would be getting embroidery with a very large hoop size (for a beginning sewing machine, anyway), the foot kit, the built-in stitches and designs, and Creator9. I tell creative people who are interested in embroidery machines that you should not consider embroidery software to be optional. There's a lifetime worth of fun premade designs and projects in the hoop, and most people are happy to jut use those, but most of the people who are in my age range would not feel like they're getting everything out of their embroidery machine if they can't digitize goofy ideas from scratch. Creator 9 is like a thousand dollars normally, so it's what I find really pushes the price of the Yaya machine into the "really good deal" range, if you ask me. But, if you're not interested in embroidery, it's not really worth paying the extra money.

Anyway, if you're interested, please buy from me because it won't cost you more and it helps me pay my utility bills.

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finally got around to doing something related to my Five Floors At Regretevator au. anyways heres a dump of stuff related to it

Floors:

Bernette's Bizzare Circus:

a giant red and purple circus tent with various stages and stuff in it. despite being called a circus, it's more of a freakshow. home of Bernette, Fouwler, Herley, Terris and Magpie. basically the equivalent of the FNAF 2/FNAF 1 locations.

[Unnamed, SL]:

Very directly based off of Sister Location, both in terms of the floor and the characters. only has one main stage, the member on the stage depends on what time it is. home of Betty, Hugo Bonbon & Taffy, Terrence and funtime foxy who i still havent named.

Mirror maze:

a maze of mirrors, like you would find at a carnival. if you enter with someone else, you will inevitably end up seperated, and only then will you see it. the mirrors will reflect, showing different versions of you. you from the past, you if things turned out differently, you in the future and the likes. then, in one of the mirrors, he appears. a ghostly apparition standing behind you in the reflection, staring at you via the mirrors. then it begins to crack, all of the shards of glass falling to the floor as all but one of the reflections fade, and it confronts you, forcing you to face that youve changed, or that things couldve gone so much better. then you wake up, back in the elevator. the doors are closing, and its like none of that ever even happened. but now, he's in there too. yeah this floor basically just exists for angst lol also its where Seer comes from

Dark Alley:

a dark alley on a stormy night, various posters adorning the brick walls. a variety of things can happen on this floor.

Characters(organized by floor):

Bernette:

He/Him; Freddy Fazbear

Ringmaster of Bernette's Bizzare Circus, abusive and neglectful towards the cast, much to the dismay of his higher ups.

The Ferocious Fouwler:

He/Him; Foxy

Magician, fire breather and sword swallower at BBC, very expressive and overconfident. born without his right eye

The Humble Herley:

She/Her; Chica/Toy Chica

Acrobat, trapeze artist, tightrope walker and magician's assistant at BBC, self-centered and obsessed with her looks. has polymelia so she has four legs instead of two legs and two wings

The Terrific Terris:

He/It/They; Bonnie/Toy Bonnie

Mime at BBC, really really dumb. completely missing his face. it can talk perfectly fine but just really prefers miming things instead.

The Miraculous Magpie:

She/It/He; The Mangle

Acrobat, trapeze artist, tightrope walker and magician's assistans at BBC, extremely mentally unstable from her mistreatment at the circus and has both CPTSD and anxiety. killed everyone(-Terris) at BBC and fled to the elevator. has polymelia so it has four arms and four legs, he was known as the 'Spiderlike Kitsune'.

Betty:

She/They; Circus Baby/Elizabeth Afton

William(still havent changed his name)'s assistant and performer on her floor, was controlled and manipulated by William to where they don't remember being anything other than 'Betty'. her name was Violetta btw

Hugo Bonbon and Taffy:

He/Him(Hugo), She/He(BonBon), She/Her(Taffy); Funtime Freddy/Bonbon/Bonnette

a puppeteer and ventriloquist who is delusional and believes that he's actually his puppets,going as far as to gouge out his own eyes to put them in the puppets. Bonbon is cheery and giddy while Taffy is more snarky and rude.

Terrence:

He/Him; Michael Afton/Henry Emily

One of Williams two children, he was also manipulated by him but rather than being made to forget who he is, he was made to be eternally oblivious to the atrocities being commited around him, not even recognizing when his own son died.

[Unnamed, please give me suggestions for the name]:

He/Him; Funtime Foxy

an actor and lover of the arts who happens to also have a morbid love for murder, considering it to be an art form. he has a badass sickle he uses to kill people and has a pink skirt.

Seer:

He/It; Shadow Freddy/Golden Freddy/The Crying Child/Charlotte

The spirit of Terrence's dead son, now damned to haunt the mirror maze until he is avenged while also unable to get revenge himself as his spirit is disconnected from his body, which is rotting in a sealed-off room right behind Terrence's back.

basic plot:

William has two kids, Terrence and Violetta. william employs Bernette to start a circus/freakshow and leaves it up to Bernette to hire people for it, so Bernette does, hiring Fouwler, Herley, Terris and Magpie. after a while Magpie snaps, killing (mostly) everyone there and fleeing, leading william to try and make a better location that BBC on his own because of Bernette's incompetence. needing a cast for the location, he locks Violetta in the basement and manipulates her into thinking she's Betty, the mascot of the location. Terrence, who had just had a child, accidentaly stumbles upon the basement, leading william to manipulate him as well, making him completely unaware of anything horrible william did or was responsible for. william uses Betty to hire Hugo, F.Foxy and probably some other characters i havent added yet . after a while Hugo starts to go mad(F.Foxy was already mad) and stuff and at some point william kills Terrence's kid for whatever reason, hiding his corpse in a sealed-off room in the mirror mazr where Terrence wont just stumble across him. Terrence's kid, now going under the alias of Seer, begins to haunt the mirror maze, the attraction getting closed down, leaving the elevator as the only way to get in it. eventually, Magpie stumbles upon the mirror maze, finding Seer and giving him a way to access Terrence, leading Terrence to get led to the sealed-off room and discover his sons corpse, causing him to snap out of his trance and realize the atrocities going on around him. Betty, who was spying on them to tell william, realizes she's been manipulated too and, in a fit of rage, murders william, finally putting an end to this all but not really because Hugo and Magpie both need a fuckload of therapy. not F.Foxy though, hes just like that.

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Happy Halloween !!

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Edens Zero Chapter 273 Livestream Discussion/Review: Purification

Shiki, Rebecca, Pino, and Happy have learned the secrets about who Mother was before she came into existence within the universe. A tale that span back 20,000 years in the past during the year 2025, and what gets unveiled barely scratches the surface for them to witness those events unfold as they journey into the past.

[nice-needle-work]

no 004 24 How do I organize my patterns and quilting projects?Wie ordne ...

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Samstags alle Teile – 2 / 23 – Puzzle Pieces

Samstags alle Teile – 2 / 23 – Puzzle Pieces

Vom hellblauen (zum heutigen Morgen passt himmelblau) Spannbettuch ist kaum mehr was übrig geblieben, nachdem ich eine Mütze genäht und Pyjamateile zugeschnitten habe. Ich bin so motiviert, die sechs Teile zu einem Pyjama zusammenzunähen, dass der Kaffee kalt geworden ist. Nun stockt die Arbeit, den vom Bündchenstoff, der mir am besten gefällt, hat es viel zu wenig. Ein Abstecher in die Stadt…

[gentle-like-wool]

Here’s my TADC oc.

She’s a fox. Her name is Bernette. 💕

Last name “Kegling” just to be extra.

I gave her some features that has to do with bowling. Her main hobby is that.

I wouldn’t say she’s like the “strongman” of the group. Just a lady with muscles. But I like to think she can lift items many times her size, for comedy reasons.

She’s like a mother bear. My only mother bear oc really. Very tough around others if needed. Especially to Jax. Expect to Pomni, she’s not too tough on her. Even though they’re all adults, she still acts like a mother bear. 🤷‍♀️

[lilium-dragomir]

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Why can't you see this is the will of God?

[starsbegantofall]

Bernette 79 sewing machine and embroidery machine review - initial thoughts

I doubt anyone reading this has "embroidery machine" money in their bank account, so it would be helpful to no one, but I appreciated other people putting in their honest reviews when I make big purchases, so I will post mine in case it would be relevant in society.

First, I got this machine because I wanted a computerized machine with more options than my Hello Kitty Janome sewing machine which has 5 stitches, no ability to sew a zipper, and the button hole function/zig zag stitch no longer works properly, making it useful only for sewing straight lines. Most people would advise, stick with the antiques or non-computer ones because of planned obsolescence with newer technology, a statement I would normally go by except my mom finally messed up her retro machine built into the table, and I felt the Hello Kitty was relatively cheap so I got more than its money worth out of it sewing costumes and such over several years. Time for a big upgrade. Also I have the money and still plan to do a lot of sewing if society doesn't break down into a post-apocalyptic Mad Max dystopia.

However, I didn't need an embroidery machine at all. I do embroidery by hand if needed for costumes, my mom taught me the basics, and hand embroidery looks perfectly fine from a distance. But what I do want is a good deal, and reviews stated the combo machine is an excellent bargain bundled with the super expensive embroidery designer software and extra doodads in the Yaya Han version. Not too big or complicated, but versatile especially for costumers, which I am.

So far, after using it for sewing some skirts and two costumes, lots of mending and simple embroidery, I would say I made a good decision. There is a bit of a learning curve in the sewing machine itself and a huge learning curve for the embroidery part, which I expected. The computerized machine does some things that are inconvenient to me, although I suspect this inconvenience is to prevent you from sewing over your fingers by accident. I do like the semi-automatic needle threader, it only works like 50% of the time and seems to shred the thread when it does work, but at least I don't have to struggle to see the hole to thread with my elderly eyes. The automatic thread cutter and the semi-automatic bobbin winder is also great once I figured out how they worked. And the variety of stitches and machine feet is reassuring, though I've only used a few stitches and two feet lol. I already used the buttonhole maker, works just as I had hoped. The sewing is smooth and fairly fast compared to the old machines, and seems to not have much problem with thick fabric, although I haven't tried really thick fabrics yet.

The embroidery function requires taking several parts off the sewing machine and switching out with other parts, which is a bit of a pain if I ever want to switch between functions quickly. Embroidery machines are noisy and require monitoring because sometimes the thread tangles over nothing, like molecules of air are too big sometimes. But I like the possibilities of embroidering tougher materials that would cause me pain in my fingers to try to push a needle through, or perhaps making multiples of identical items, like patches with text. The auto digitizer is not bad for simple designs, and if I had a really cool design to digitize, I think I can wrangle the software into working without too much trouble. Currently trying to think of original designs to digitize, though.

There is an extra cost of having to buy multiple colors of machine embroidery thread which is different from regular thread and more expensive, and lots of stabilizer which is required for smooth results. But I managed to get a bargain lot of new threads from a reseller online, and I found advice on how to sort of reuse stabilizer scraps (though I still have to buy rolls of it especially for larger designs.)

So far I haven't broken anything except one needle. I'm happy with my investment, and look forward to several years of sewing, assuming the world doesn't destroy itself by then. If you are interested in perusing sewing machines be sure to check @20dollarlolita !

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Edens Zero Chapter 272 Livestream Discussion/Review: Mother....

Shiki, Rebecca, Pino, and Happy have successfully reached their journey in finding Mother since the very beginning of the series. One in which was anticipated by Mother for a long time, and it leads Shiki in a really difficult crossroads situation between saving her, or the lives of the ones he cares deeply about that once perished prior to arriving in Universe Zero.

[syms-things-5]

Alive & Well - Chapter Two

Part Three of ‘Fractured’

Part One can be found here and Part Two here

Synopsis: Continuing on a few months after the move to Maine, and starting with fresh eyes, Sarah and Chris are certainly making the most of their newfound freedom.

Warnings: Language, angsty, mildly NSFW, horny lol

Tags: Just following on from Part Two - thank you for the support :) @ppal3 @bookwormchick91 @redhairedfeistynerd @memoriesat30 @patzammit @before-we-get-started​

CHAPTER TWO

Lately, Chris had developed something of a bad habit for hanging about in doorways. 

Actually, let’s rephrase that: Chris had developed a bad habit for hanging about in doorways and staring. More specifically, staring at Sarah and more so than usual since he was already pretty well-versed in that custom. She had caught him and told him off on multiple occasions. He wasn’t sorry in the slightest

There was nothing he liked more than catching Sarah unawares while she was deep in her own little world and completely oblivious to her surroundings. Not while she was sleeping, mind, because he knew that freaked her out and truthfully, she didn’t believe him when he told her that she looked beautiful when she was asleep and not, as she eloquently put it, a dribbling mess. But rather he liked watching her when she was engrossed in reading a book, or super focussed watching the news on television, or finishing some menial house chore. Or simply just existing nearby. It really didn’t take much to bring out this side of him it would seem. He just loved being in the same vicinity as her.

Another thing that apparently worked for him, although admittedly this was more of a recent discovery of his, was when she wore her old pair of dungarees. These were dungarees he had managed to go several years without witnessing her in, it turned out. How had he managed to never be around when she had worn them before? In all the years he had known her? He’d seen her in sweatpants, a whole manner of hoodies, scrubs, smart, casual…but never these. Clearly, God had been punishing him for something along the way; what, he wasn’t sure, but he had decided he would be definitely making up for lost time.

He couldn’t quite put into words what the sight of her in her slightly distressed-looking black dungarees did to him exactly but stood where he was now, in the doorway of what was going to become an office or a library of some sort, watching her as she stretched up onto her tip-toes to reach the corner of the window with her paint-roller in hand, he was feeling practically feral.

She was humming a tune unrecognisable to him but he wasn’t paying particular attention to that part. It was more about the way the dungarees subtly pulled up around her waist to show off the perfect curve of her thighs and ass whenever she stretched just a little bit too hard.

Maybe it was a combination of all of the above; the stretching, the painting, and the humming along to something in her brain. It was probably all of the above. He couldn’t deny it; it was all undeniably working for him.

“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to come and help me with this?” She asked, rousing him from his new favourite hobby. He thought he had been subtle but evidently not.

“Is that a trick question? ‘Cos if you’ve giving me the option, I’m gonna keep staring, thanks.”

“Ha ha. C’mere, I need your long legs to reach this awkward bit.” She moved back from the window bay and held the small roller out towards him, not quite meeting his eyeline.

“I love it when you boss me around.” He playfully nudged her with his elbow but she didn’t bite. He pretended to pout at her, childishly, and again, she didn’t notice.

He rolled his eyes to himself and grudgingly took the roller from her hands. He asked her which spot she meant before trying to play the hero in vain hope she might start staring at his ass instead. It didn’t happen unfortunately and he sort of knew it wouldn’t.

She had been mithering about this final spare bedroom for days now and set about roughly figuring out a layout on her iPad the evening before, telling him the sooner they got it done, the sooner they could both get some valuable use out of the space. If Chris was going to get his way this afternoon, he would have to work much harder than this.

“You know, we don’t need to do this right now, yeh?” He suggested. “It’s not like we’ve got any visitors coming this week and even if we had, no one is gonna think any less of us just because one bedroom isn’t properly decorated.”

“It’s a mess, Chris. We’ve just dumped everything in here that doesn���t go anywhere else.” She scratched at the side of her head, unknowingly leaving a thin streak of white paint behind. He decided he wasn’t going to tell her about that just now.

“You know what I think about this space?” He paused his painting and backed up from the window to stand beside Sarah. He pretended to give it some serious thought but there wasn’t much else going on in his brain at this precise moment, dungerees be damned.

“We are not having some weird sex room…”

“I didn’t say anything about a sex room! Also, let’s not be hasty and rule anything out just yet, OK? I mean, we have plenty of space. One bedroom could easily be kept under secure lock and key and that people whisper about when they come to visit us.”

He winked at her but pulled back the brashness a little when he saw her expression grow increasingly unimpressed.

“Why are you stressing about this room anyway?” He sighed in defeat. “You’ve been thinking about it constantly these last few days and it’s really no big deal, honey. We have lots of time and I can think of a hundred better ways of spending it today.”

“I’m not stressing about it.” She protested and, yet again, completely glossed over his mild flirting. “And it’s not stress exactly. It’s just annoying me is all. When it’s done, it’s done and we can forget all about it. I promise.”

He placed the roller down in the paint tray placed precariously on the end of a chair she had carried up the stairs from the dining room.

“Then tell me why this is annoying you so much?” He placed his hands on her shoulders, more serious this time in the hope she might feel like letting him in to whatever was going on inside her brain today. She had been far too quiet and short with him and it was starting to unnerve him a little bit.

He could tell she was trying to find the right words but likely, she didn’t particularly want to have this conversation with him right at this moment. She herself wasn’t actually sure why she was getting worked up over a random space that, he was right, they didn’t need to worry about right this second. She had hoped he might drop the conversation if she could gear him up into helping her finish the first layer of painting, though. It was approaching 5pm and if they finished it soon, they could figure out dinner and then he would likely forget all mentions of stress if a big bowl of pasta was placed in front of him.

“It’s all good.” She shrugged as casually as she could manage and made a move to take the roller back from his grasp. “I just want to get it done so it’s done.”

She should probably have known that Chris would do what he did next.

Just as her fingers were about to reconnect with the handle, and quicker than she could react to, Chris grabbed the end of the roller and twisted it in his hand. Before Sarah had even registered what had happened, she saw it held up high behind his head, just out of her reach. A couple of drops of paint had splattered the wall behind him.

“Ah!” Chris exclaimed, yanking the brush even further away from her hands as she made a lame attempt to reach for it. “If you want it back, you know what you have to do.”

He spoke defiantly, confidently, so sure was he that a playful wind-up was in order. It might make her react more towards him than whatever this current behaviour was, he thought. Maybe she could take it out on him instead. The prospect of that thought alone was mouth-watering.

“What the f…?! Chris!” She cried out, trying hard to mask the giggle threatening to leave her mouth. “C’mon, just gimme the roller.”

“No.”

“You’re being a dick.”

“I know. You’ve always known I’ve been like this and you’ve found it cute up ‘til now.” He retorted, yet more swagger coming to the fore. He was getting on her nerves now, he could tell, but he was also distracting her and that was the aim of the game.

“I wouldn’t say ‘cute’ exactly.” She responded, her hands finding her hips.

“Well, I am extremely cute, you’ve said so yourself, and what’s more is that you love me for it.”

She rolled her eyes and gently pointed a finger against his chest in a more playful move. Two could play at this game, she thought.

He took a further step backwards, the roller still stretched out behind him in anticipation of her next move, his eyes as wide as she had ever seen them before.

“Stop trying to make me laugh, OK? I’m in a mood.” She conceded.

“I know you are and I’m sorry, honey. One kiss and then I promise I’ll be quiet and help you finish painting.” He dropped his arm down to his side and pretended to zip his lips closed. He felt relieved when she chuckled at him again. Honestly, he thought his joking around could have gone either way at this point. “How does that sound? You have to admit, that’s a fair swap.”

“I’m not sure I want you helping me now.” She said, playfully.

“That’s also fair but have I at least succeeded in making you less in a mood with this room?”

“And more in a mood with you? Yes, one hundred per cent.” She rolled her eyes at him again.

“Cool.” He seemed remarkably proud of himself all things considered. “Do you wanna, maybe, be in a mood with me in the shower instead?”

“I don’t need a shower.”

“Yeh, you might wanna go check the mirror about that.” He pointed the roller towards the side of her head.

Helping her through her confusion, he pulled out a loose piece of hair from her ponytail and watched as she tried her best to focus her eyes on where she could see the paint-stained ends.

“Oh shit, is it everywhere?!”

She grabbed for the scrunchie and let the rest of her ponytail out. Long hair fanned over her shoulders and face and quite honestly, this addition to her look wasn’t exactly helping to alleviate his feelings of horniness. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion in his mind. He watched as she grabbed at the rest of her hair, fanning several strands apart between her fingers as she tried to assess the damage.

“No, it’s not that bad.” He spoke lowly, inching a little towards her. “But you are probably going to need a second pair of hands. Just to make sure you get it all out.”

Any other time when she was feeling less anxious, she likely would have fallen for this flirtation quite willingly but she felt less than sexy in this specific moment. She felt tired and grumpy and probably hormonal. And she didn’t much fancy a shower either. She hadn’t even clocked the fault of her dungarees yet.

She kept separating bits of her hair between her fingers, growing more and more disappointed in her clumsiness. She didn’t notice Chris lifting up the paint roller again until it was almost too late.

“What are you doing?!” She yelled out as she spied him in her peripheral vision, posing the roller just by the side of his face.

“Stop me. You know what to do.” He asserts, his eyes wider than she had seen before. “I know what you’re doing. You’re turning a small thing into a big thing and it’s not gonna get you anywhere. Believe me, I know. So, we’re gonna work through this together ‘cos we’re grown-ups and I love you so you either let me help you wind down whatever this is or I’m rolling this all over my face and then I’ll have to shave the beard off.”

If Chris only knew how much she loved his beard, how she would do almost anything to make sure he never shaved ever again, he could make life a hell of a lot easier for himself when he was trying it on with her. She was genuinely surprised he hadn’t worked it out yet unless he had and he was saving that nugget of information for another time. It wouldn’t surprise her at this point in their relationship. He was full of surprises and she was only approximately half glad about that “skill”.

“I don’t know what getting me in the shower is going to accomplish.”

He smirked at her as though he was hiding a secret he wasn’t going to let her in on just yet.

“Well, let’s try it and see.” 

 * 

 “I still blame you for that.”

“How is that my fault? I was merely working out and you couldn’t help yourself.”

Chris massaged the back of her head, her soapy hair wrapped between his fingers. He’d been at this for about fifteen minutes now and while it wasn’t doing much to save the environment, Sarah was grateful for the pleasant and comforting distraction. He had always been unfairly good with his hands.

“Well…” She started, sighing again at the feeling. “How was I gonna reject you? You had the puppy eyes and everything.”

He pulled his fingers from her hair and the brief loss of pleasant contact was soon replaced by his warm arms wrapping around her waist. She leaned her head to one side as he placed a feather-like kiss to her shoulder.

“I have the puppy eyes now, Bernette, but you’re not taking the bait.”

“You got me in the shower, didn’t you?”

“That was only, like, the first part of my plan.”

She wasn’t sure if it was the effect of the steam inside their shower enclosure, or the sweet smell of coconut from her shampoo, or a combination of both but her skin suddenly felt ten degrees hotter. His soft kisses moved slowly up the side of her neck until she felt his lips linger behind her ear, a well-known place he knew never failed to turn her on.

He felt her breath hitch as his hands moved lower and lower across the soft skin of her tummy, until his fingers slowly met the red-hot skin between her thighs. She shuddered a little in his grasp as she felt his long fingers work her over, running them softly between her wet lips, his middle finger occasionally mounting the pressure just so so he could feel her tense a little more in his arms, hear her sigh a little more through the spray of hot water and steam, and relax her just right so she could forget whatever shit had been going on inside her brain today.

It never failed to work and he was proud of that fact. He was proud that he knew her better than anyone else, knew her body better than anyone else, and knew just what to do to calm her down and bring her back to him again.

Her back pushed firmly against his chest as he kept going, deliberate with each stroke of his fingers as he waited for the tell-tale sign that she was getting closer, when her hand reached out to grip his and hold it still.

She steadied her breathing and, briefly confused, he eased off his touch. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen next as, by his understanding, she felt pretty close to her end but he waited for her to calm some more and possibly move his hand again, taking control. Instead, his heart dropped a bit when he felt her try to turn in his arms. He reluctantly loosened his grip and allowed her to move so she was facing him again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly.

“Mmm…” she sighed contently.

He opened his eyes to find hers still closed as their lips slowly parted just millimeters from each other.

“Why did you stop me?” he whispered, the heat from his breath fanning over her face.

Her eyes opened and he watched them slowly focus on him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead so she didn’t think he was pushing for an answer, but he felt a bit weird. Weird? No, that seemed too far-fetched. But something was wrong.

“I’m good.” She replied, still apparently blissful.

“But you didn’t…” 

“I know. It’s OK.”

She kissed him again and he let her but he would be lying to himself if he thought he was anything other than convinced by her sudden about-turn. It didn’t help that he could now feel the creeping but mild dissatisfaction in his chest.

“Do you wanna maybe try something else?” He asked, again trying to mask any sense of concern from his voice or his face.

She still had a slightly blissed-out look on her cheeks as evidenced by the blush covering her skin. It felt hot to the touch as he spread his fingers over her lower back, crossing his arms to avoid her moving away from him.

“No, I’m good. Honest.”

That’s a maybe, but he wasn’t.

“I just don’t think it’s gonna happen right now. Sorry.” She continued as patiently as she could, trying to sound like it wasn’t a big deal when she knew it likely would be for him.

When has he ever not made her cum? It’s like a given at this point, he knows her that well. He knows when something isn’t working and he knows when to change it up. It’s just how he is, so proud is he of knowing her in the most intimate of ways. But she desperately didn’t want him to worry about it or question her about it. It just wasn’t to be at this time. She was probably just a little too tightly wound from earlier in the day and that was on her, not him.

She moved her hands away from his shoulders and ran them over her wet hair to remove the last remnants of her shampoo. He watched her as she leaned her head back under the spray and smoothed her hair out to their ends, then make eye contact with him again, her sweet smile making a welcome appearance.

“Why don’t I start dinner, hmm?” She rubbed her hands over his shoulder again in a soothing motion, and was grateful for his returning smile.

“Sure.” He lied. “I’ll just finish up in here.”

“Oh, sorry, do you want me to…?”

“No, no, not that. I just mean, I need to get rid of the coconut smell.” He chuckled. “I love it on you but I have a manly reputation to maintain and sweet tropical smells might not cut it.”

She was thankful for the out as she stepped to his side and vacated the stall. A fluffy white towel lay on the wicker basket just in front of her and she quickly wrapped it around her body, securing it with a small fold at the top.

She could just about make him out in the shower as she made to leave the bathroom. The steam gave tempting glimpses of his sculpted form and not for the first time that day did she feel like an absolute idiot. 

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