#and im doing my best to not sound like a patsy but also trying to get the group to back off from the critters

[piplupod]

I deserve an award for putting up with this spry old woman who is so goddamn irritating and racist towards indigenous ppl sbdhdkl i should be given $500 for not snapping at her on the hike today my god 😭😭😭

[alwayshinee]

i know this isnt my comics blog but 1) im too lazy to log into it and 2) this is my blog and also cantwell's iron man has pissed me off so much i just NEED to go on a rant about it

1) tony investing his """severance""" fund into the stock market cantwell are you fucking kidding. tony has a track record of donating stupid amount of money into any charitable thing he could see. his literal second appearance has him donating like. $800k to build a new hospital wing. his date teased him because he wanted to see the orphans at the hospital and idk make balloons for them or something. if anything he would've just told b.o.s.s to distribute the money evenly between highly-rated charities.

2) REDHEADS ARE NOT INTERCHANGABLE. PATSY =/= PEPPER =/= MARY JANE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. also stop making them into his "mom"!!! he is entirely capable of taking care of his basic needs (now throwing himself into danger is another thing but that's not what im talking about) and yes i do blame the mcu for making people think he's an incapable man child

3) if he mentions his fucking ego one more time i'm gonna so ballistic OH MY GOD. this is the same guy who HATED seeing his own reflection in the mirror and whose entire early comics career was just him being "wow i am a piece of shit. i know i wasn't directly responsible for that bad thing happening and there was nothing i could have done to stop it, but i still didn't stop it so i fucking suck. i literally do not care if i die as long as i die helping others. i will refuse to tell people i'm iron man because i don't want to put others in danger and because i'm not doing this for the attention."

3) patsy telling tony "you don't know how it's like to constantly hear dark things in your own head"? ???? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ????? my man was diagnosed with manic depression and also read the point above

4) if he even BREATHES in the direction of a "tony relapses" plot given the "hints" he dropped last issue, i-- i-- AGH don't do it i don't trust cantwell to do this tastefully. i swear to god if i have to read "demon in a bottle 2: electric boogaloo" i'm gonna write a strongly-worded letter to him.

5) the fact that patsy keeps telling tony about his privilege like.... tony.... isn't...... already.... aware of this fact........ and his entire character.............. revolves............. around.......................... helping people.......... with his............ privilege........ because he's a HERO WOW NOVEL CONCEPT AM I RIGHT.

6) HOW do you manage to read "classic" iron man comics and come out making the most dudebro-y iterations of tony i have ever had the displeasure to read. "classic" iron man was all about him being *GASP* a good person, being emotionally vulnerable, sometimes being the one who needs saving (usually by rhodey, his knight in shining armor <3)

7) i will never get pre-mcu tony back :( :( :( :( :(

8) here are my favorite "classic" tony panels just because lol

also read iron man v. 3 #50 and iron man v. 4 #14 and iron man v. 1 #182 for Prime Feels.

ALSO HAVE MY FAVORITE TONY QUOTES

“You don’t always have to fight villains to save lives. That’s why I started the Maria Stark Foundation in memory of my mother. It may not be the branch of my company that gets the most public attention, but in my opinion, it’s where we do the most good.”

“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done…” (ok i realize this one might be weird to people who aren't as familiar with tony, but this basically was during the civil war; tony is known for being an atheist + right before this he poured an entire bottle of whiskey down the drain and it just hurts ok it hurts me physically and yes i do have a headcanon about how maria was catholic so tony prays when he feels like he needs comfort because it reminds him of his mother but you did not ask for that!!!)

“Are you suggesting that I’m hallucinating?” (context: right after the civil war and steve's death, tony started having guilt-induced hallucinations regarding steve and others whose lives he couldn't save. he also started locking himself in his suit for days and blah blah punches a window and makes himself bleed and blah blah holy fuck this is depressing)

“Sound cliche, but I–I guess I always thought we’d grow old together. I figured, one day I’d hang up the armor, we’d change our names and run off somewhere. We’d just run off and be happy. It was a good dream, but it was a dream I had no business dreaming.” (i will never forgive marvel for killing rumiko i hope she haunts them forever. even busiek didn't like it.)

“And I swear, as the man, Tony Stark–As the Avenger fate chose to cast in the role of Iron Man–That I will live to avenge those whose lives have been lost through the ignorance of men like the man I once was–Or I will die trying!”

“Did you do your best, Anthony? And did your best only make things worse?” (hickman i have no idea what he hell you're doing with the x-men but i respected your tony so hard. come back.)

[swearronchanel]

Back by popular demand

I’m so sorry I said I would have this done by last Saturday night but I was away for the weekend and drove back home to Nyc (then I spent the week babysitting & being distracted re watching The Mary Tyler Moore Show) Anyway! It has been *too* damn long since I’ve watched Call the Midwife and done one of these commentaries™! I’m pretty sure I stopped once I got to the end of my semester/finals week & since I’ve been done for the summer time’s just gotten away from me but - lets watch 4.1 ..

dedicated to all of you ofc but this episode in particular for @beatrix-franklin <3 *cause she asked*

Lets get right to it

The credits already seem weird without the color 😂 wow

oh hello fresh baby welcome to the outside world

Patsy’s smile! omg so cute

“Earth is the smallest of magnificent things & the greatest of little ones”✨

Trixie messing up her eyeliner is me af

How with the awkward length hair she still is a bombshell? goals

the freaking milk man 😂 idk why it’s funny but it is

“What name is it?” “Well we thought Nicholas if it was a boy” LOL POOR NERVOUS DAD

“IT’S NOW OR NEVERRRR” was this the only time Elvis has played on Ctm?! cause that is Not acceptable

I just wanna hear Can’t ! Help ! Falling ! In ! Love ! With ! You ! Is ! That ! Too Much To Ask! ? Like it came out in ‘61

“Magic carpet midwifery service” she’s a charmer that beatrix

Imagine having a baby in a damn car yikes kill me rather die 

she said privacy the ¿American? Way and sounds so much better 😂

“Turn that radio down! You wouldn’t want to be reminded of this every time you hear Elvis Presley” 😂😭

Her knee in vomit bless u Trix omg, i hate vomit

I miss Sister MJ & Sister E’s little arguments 😂😭😭 r i p

“Bravo old thing!” AW CHUMMY

I miss her sometimes but ah well

Remember when Patsy’s hair was so pretty and not a fugly wig

LMAO CHUMMY TRYING TO DRIVE

I shouldn’t be talking tho bc I *still* don’t have a license

I wanna know what it’s like to sit on the other side of the car, someone fly me out to the UK

Sister MJ reminiscing.. my heart..gone

Lol Babs is on her way omg

“It might be unsettling to see friends replaced by strangers but everyone is welcome here and all must be cherished” 😭 we gotta remember this next series

Here comes Gilbert (psa I hate the headbands I’m sorry, I hate them on everyone)

Aw bby Shelagh

LOL SHE TRIED IT

Like she had that pram all out 😂

The kids making go karts tis lit

Babs dropping everything I feel

If Sister MJ doesn’t greet you at the door did you really get to Nonnatus?

I HOPE SHE GREETS LUCILLE

OMG SISTER MJ’S CRINGE I LOVE IT

“Put down the bananas, they are superfluous to the situation” ICONIC

Shrixie interaction🙌����💖 my bbys

I need more in series 7 & preferably not work related

and yes if you missed it shrixie is officially a thing

Ah Gary and Coral breaking my heart

“Some months ago Dr Turner and I adopted a baby girl” 😭😭

Sister MJ snatching the biscuit is also me

DR SPOCK 😂 truly the 60s

“Americans are foreign, they do it all different” hey but we used to be British tho

And yes we can indeed get evaporated milk here, how would you make flan without it?

Ah it’s fine, my mom didn’t breast feed us & well at least my brother is good😂

Hey look Shelagh in a cardigan, surpise

at least it’s not blue

“I read it in the lancet” Alright smart boy. Plot twist if he doesn’t go to med school

“We’ve got wet rot and dry rot at home” LMAO BARBARA

Now I wonder whose handwriting that note is

“Well I’m allowing it” that’s my gal trixie

Chin chin 😉🥂

I wanna drink with the nurses, I wanna be their friends : concept, the nurses party with me at penn state and we fight nasty frat boyz and steal their disgustingly warm beer

The silk pyjamas👏🏼 I need

Pats and Trixie dancing ✨ I miss & will continue to miss their friendship

LMAO I KNOW THAT LOOK, BABS HAS GOT THE SPINS

it’s ok, we’ve all been there :)

“Good giddy aunt!” My new catchphrase

Barbara’s truly white girl wasted

Trixie asking Fred for a milk basket💔

“This love will lasttt” strictly bops on ctm

lol Barbara is less clumsy now at least, character growth😂 :’)

“Putting on a brave face - I know what it feels like” oh trix I feel bby💔😭

I feel like sister E would’ve had a love-hate relationship with me, if you know I was there and this was all exactly real

“You’re a midwife, not a can can dancer”

larks in the parks ay

gary pouring the milk through the mail slot kills me 💔

Shelagh’s dress here was cute, I don’t think she’s worn it since ??

it’s fine looks like she’s got a new turquoise outfit this year lol

hey my cousin was born 33 weeks, oh wait I think 32 actually

Is that the mucus extractor

“Everyone has to have something that makes them happy” oh gary😭

aye bendito he said he’s shamed he smells omg

* one moment *   // ok never mind my cousins just face timing me to rub in my face that she’s in Puerto Rico And I’m not

Omg I wanna cry these poor kids 💔😞

The only bright side is some Shrixie 😭

Anytime Sister MJ says it’s something she can do I wanna cry

Please give me a scene of Sister MJ playing with Angela 😭 she’s a gem and so cute with kids

bye I’m cryin

Maison Trixie 😭😭

More Trixie interacting with children as well pls even tho I’m cryin

Aw Patrick bringing Shelagh tea “this house is so full of love” I LOV U

stupid Netflix cut this scene

NURSING AND MIDWIFERY MISS YOU TOO SHELAGH

Sister MJ spotting Sister E in pain omg my heart

“I don’t like to see sad faces” THERE IS SOMETHING IN MY EYE

“You don’t forget what it’s like to be putting on a show..”  IM DROWNING IN MY OWN TEARS 😢

Good work Babs for the breast milk pumping idea, v proud kid

What a bitch. I know you didn’t ask for this & they wouldn’t tie your tubes but you didn’t have to neglect your freaking kids w t f

makes me so angry

Tom proposed omg I forgot

they weren’t right for each other but they were pretty damn cute😭 but they’re together irl and it’s great like What an attractive couple #jelen😻

Yass Shelagh the navy suit work it gal, show off that figure

wonder what the post pregnancy wardrobe is lookin like

“Put your head on my shoulderrrr"🎼

Split up and sent to Australia! they deserved better😭

Sister MJ and food is the actual best relationship on the show end of story

"Joy is not felt less exquisitely because the moment flys and if we can taste it, we know that we are blessed” 💛

THE END, IT’s BEEN REAL

[stardust2003]

Madferit: The Novel - Chapter 22

           "Oi! Wake up, Our Kid. Phone's for you."

"Who is it?" Liam asked groggily blinking up at Paul.

Paul shrugged and passed him the phone.

"Hello?" He said into the receiver. "How the fuck'd ya get this number?!"

I sat up a little and watched Liam as he argued with whoever was on the other end.

"C'mon, Addie!" Paul said as he tapped my shoulder. "Tea's on downstairs. Let me fix ya a brew."

I got out of bed and followed him out the door, leaving Liam behind to cuss the poor soul on the phone.

Paul fixed me a cup of tea and sat down at the table across from me to finish his. He smiled as he put his cup to his lips and for a split second I swore he and Noel swapped places.

But I knew that wasn't possible. Noel was in London and had been ever since the band returned from touring. He was too cool for Burnage.

And clearly too cool for me.

They had a few more days before they left for Japan.

"You're seriously not gonna go?" Paul said.

"No I'm seriously not." I replied. "I've no reason to-"

"I think ya've got a very big reason if I'm honest. Two reasons if you really-"

"Stop." I said firmly.

He was about to speak again when Liam came trudging into the dining room.

"I'm goin' down London." He informed us as he headed straight for the door adjusting his duffle bag strap on his shoulder.

"Aren't ya gonna take your bird with you?" Paul asked.

"No. She likes it here."

"But if you're stayin' with Noel-"

"I'm not fuckin' stayin' with him!" Liam snapped.

Paul furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at him. "Then who the fuck ya stayin' with?" He asked.

Liam shrugged in reply.

"What the-"

"Let it go, Paul." I said calmly. I looked at Liam. "Tell Patsy I said hello."

"Fuck off!" He barked. "I'm not fuckin' goin' to see 'er!"

"Who ya gonna go see then? Your drug dealer? 'Cuz everybody knows you don't gotta leave Burnage for that."

He rolled his eyes.

"But then again you did say Patsy's got all the good gear."

"Fuck off, Tix! Seriously!" He exclaimed before heading out the door.

"Are you really just gonna sit there and let him treat you like that?" Paul asked pointing at where Liam had just disappeared.

"What difference does it make?" I said. "If he's gonna cheat, he's gonna cheat. Who am I to stop him?"

"His girlfriend. And you don't deserve to be-"

"Just drop it, Paul! Please! Just stop!" I got up from the table and left the house.

The sky was gray and looked like rain was coming. It was summer but the weather was total shit. Back home, I guess the weather was stellar. The thought made me pine a little for going back.

But I didn't.

I went far enough away from the house just in time before the tears started to flow.

'Stop crying!' I ordered myself. 'He's not yours! Stop fucking crying!'

The band left for Japan and I stayed in England. Peggy insisted I stay with her. I already had been when Liam was still home. He refused to stay at his flat.

"You're probably sick of it." He reasoned.

'Probably not as much as you.' I thought.

Peggy became a surrogate mother to me while Paul was like another older brother. It was nice to have them both in my life. They gave me a sense of normalcy even with all the hype swirling around Oasis. You would've never guessed they were related to the band.

I also got integrated into their family which consisted of a couple of Peggy's sisters, their husbands, and their children. One big, happy, Irish family. And I loved every minute I got to spend with them.

Noel was right in a way about Manchester being pretty boring. Don't get me wrong, I loved being there but Burnage was relatively quiet. Paul told me Noel had no desire to come back even for visits. It made me feel bad for their mother.

I had a hard time believing that was true though. He loved their soccer team – the other one I guess. Not the one everybody knows about. Why would he do that if he wasn't proud of where he was from?

I don't know why I bothered asking those questions. Actually, I didn't even ask them. I just thought about them in my head to pass the time until the boys got back. It allowed my mind to escape my constant thoughts of Liam and wondering what the fuck he was up to.

But it wasn't easy. The checkout lines at the grocery store were always stocked with tabloids featuring him and Noel on the cover. From backstage arguments to shit being thrown from hotel room windows, the news agencies updated us commoners about all their latest antics. It was very rare to see Bonehead and Guigsy's name get mentioned though.

'And to think, they started the band.' I mused.

Alan rarely got mentioned either but I wasn't arsed to care. He was a good drummer and Liam's new best friend but I don't know...I fell in love with the original band not the added professionals.

Peggy had scrapbooks going of every article the boys got a mention in. It was fun to flip through them and see it all. I don't think she missed a single article.

One evening, Peggy, Paul, and I went to some relatives' house for dinner. I kept thinking how Noel always said they weren't the type of family to do this sort of thing yet there we were. People laughed and joked around. They were all really loud and really funny. Paul and Peggy had such big smiles on their faces and so did I.

The night ended and it was time for bed. I was given free range of Liam and Noel's old room. I'd grown accustomed to sleeping in Liam's bed just because that's how things had been when he got back from the European leg of the tour.

The room was really quiet. I turned the lamp on and gazed around. Liam left some clothes laying on the floor near his dresser before he took off for London. I couldn't tell if they were dirty or clean. He had another pile of boxers and t-shirts wadded up on the floor by the foot of the bed. Empty cigarette packs and what looked like pieces of rolling paper were scattered on the top of the dresser. There were a couple City posters on the wall but surprisingly nothing to do with John Lennon or the Beatles anywhere in sight.

Noel's side of the room was a completely different story. His bed was still made and it had been since Christmas. But I suppose there hadn't been a reason for it to get unmade.

"We should shag in it." Liam suggested as we lay in his one night. "Get my spunk all over his fuckin' sheets. Show 'im who the real Chief is."

My response to that was a big hell no. I wasn't into his sick little games, charming as some of them might've been.

It was easy to tell Noel had been moved out for quite some time. Apparently since before Oasis even began. Still, he must've had some reason to leave his bed, dresser, and posters behind.

Fuck knows Supernova Heights was big enough to store them.

I crawled into Liam's bed and stared across the room at Noel's. I tried to picture him lying there sighing and rolling over in his sleep.

I fell asleep sometime later but woke up to the sound of the phone ringing down the hall.

"Fuck's sake!" Paul groaned across the hallway.

I heard him get up and saunter out of his room towards the phone.

"Hello?" He said. "Whoa! Calm down, mate!" He paused for a second then continued. "She's asleep. No. I'm not gonna fuckin' mither her for-. Alright alright! Just fuckin' calm down! She ain't gonna be able to understand ya when you're talkin' so fuckin' fast."

I gasped when I heard his footsteps coming towards the bedroom. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep as the door creaked open.

"Addie?" He whispered.

"Hmm?" I replied stretching a little as I opened my eyes.

"The phone's for you." He held it out to me. "It's Noel. He's freakin' out."

I took the phone from him and wondered what the heck was going on as I brought it up to my ear. "Hello?" I said into it.

"Ya need to come over here! Now!" Noel replied quickly. "I fuckin' miss ya too much and I can't fuckin'-"

"You guys'll be home in like two days. Surely you can make it without me 'til then."

"No I can't. No I fuckin' can't! It's fuckin' mental over here. I can't fuckin' sleep! I need ya here to make it better. Please! I'm beggin' ya and y'know I don't beg for nothin'!"

"Noel-"

"He's fuckin' cheatin' on ya!" He interrupted me. "He's got all these little Japanese birds in and outta his room. He thinks he's John Lennon or summat."

"Well hasn't he always thought that?!" I asked trying to fight back the tears.

"Yeah but-"

I pushed the button on the phone to hang up on him. I couldn't listen to the bull shit regardless of whose mouth it came out of. I handed the phone back to Paul and the tears began.

"Addie?" He said curiously. "What's the-"

"Just leave me alone." I sobbed. "Please!"

He sighed and then turned around and left the room.

I felt like I was in a haze during those final hours before the boys returned. I spent the majority of them with Kelly trying to distract myself from it all.

"So you and Tony are like the real deal, I take it?" I said as we rummaged through a clothing rack at some store in city centre.

"Yeah I guess." She replied. "But we're not rushing anything. Just taking it slow and enjoying the ride."

Tony said he felt really good now that he was done with the band. I don't think he was fronting. He quit drugs and felt a lot healthier.

But he still had something up his sleeve.

"They're tryin' to say I'm not allowed the credit for 'Some Might Say' 'cuz I was sacked." He told me when I stopped by theirs for tea one afternoon. "Well, Noel's really the one that's sayin' it. I played the drums when they recorded it and I'll be damned if I don't get the royalities."

"So what's your plan?" I asked.

"I've been in touch with a solicitor. The one who represented Pete Best! BigUn said he'd do his bit to help out as well. He reckons we should go down London and bust down Noel's front gate."

I chuckled louder than I originally planned at the thought of it. BigUn was fucking crazy and it definitely wasn't wise to rub him the wrong way.

'God help him!' I thought as I imagined Noel at the sight of that lot trying to break into his house.

It rained the night before the band came back. I stayed at Peggy's again so I'd be ready to greet Liam when he walked through the front door. I was still mad and shocked at Noel's statements about him but I knew I could put up a good front if I tried hard enough.

I lay in Liam's bed counting down the final few hours. The rain had stopped and things were quiet again. I stared at Noel's empty bed and just thought about everything.

Why would he be so cruel to tell me Liam cheated over the phone? It's not that I was that shocked by it. I knew there were groupies everywhere they went and the boys loved the attention, Liam especially. He was the frontman and he was absolutely stunning. Even before the band I heard girls always threw themselves at him.

But why would Noel try to hurt me? Maybe he wasn't trying though. Maybe it was a mix of the drugs and his shyness that he just fucked up. I only believed about half of what he said most of the time. Like Liam, he didn't always come off as super trustworthy especially when he was angry.

My mind switched to the thought of the groupies from all over the world. I remember sitting on the bus watching the boys make their way back to it as the girls flooded their path. Liam had a big grin on his face as he gave hugs and kisses on cheeks while he signed autographs and such. Noel looked slightly less happy, never smiling when people shoved cameras in his face. He signed his name on whatever they offered and hurried on down the line to the bus as fast as he could.

Then I thought about the time I caught Liam with Patsy in the hotel room. They were just sitting there on the floor. If it was anybody else you'd have thought they were just playing a game but maybe they were. Liam liked games and he played Patsy like a cat does with a string. It was getting harder and harder to tell who was the cat and who was the string though.

When I was finally pissed off enough, I got out of Liam's bed and crawled into Noel's. His pillows still had a faint smell of his shampoo. Paul said he never quit using the stuff he had when he was a roadie. I guess it was an unwritten rule that everyone involved with the Inspiral Carpets had to grow their hair out like the band. At least, that's what Paul figured anyway.

I adjusted my head on the pillows and pulled the blankets up over my shoulders. His bed warmed up quickly and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

"What the fuck ya doin' in my bed?" That familiar voice said.

I looked up and blinked at his silhouette, the street light outside allowing a bit of his face to be visible. "This ain't your bed." I replied. "You moved out, remember? Can't be arsed to come back."

"That's not true! I had to come back so I could rescue you."

I rolled my eyes. "Where's Liam?"

"Fuck knows." He shrugged. "Down London, I guess. Said he'd meet us there."

"I'm not going to London." I said firmly.

"Yes y'are! Even if I have to fuckin' drag ya there."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are!" He argued. "You can even come now if you fuckin' scoot over." He chuckled.

"Piss off you dick!" I exclaimed. "This is my room-"

"I think you'll find this is my room."

"Not anymore! You left it along with all your shit behind. Your mother says this is my room now and everyone knows what she says goes."

"Is that so?" He asked.

"Yes." I replied. I pointed. "You can go sleep in Liam's bed or you can fuck off as far as I'm concerned."

He shook his head. "I'm not sleepin' in his fuckin' bed. I'm sleepin' with you. Scoot over!"

"No!"

"Addie!"

"Make me!" I ordered.

"Alright." He nodded. He took his jacket off and then his t-shirt. Then came his jeans and socks and then finally all he had left were his boxers. He walked over to the bed and leaned down. "Move over." He said as he pushed on my shoulder.

I stared at him focusing on the glassiness of his surprisingly clear eyes.

He jumped on top of me and planted his lips right on mine. He put his weight down on me as he braced himself on his arms around either side of my head.

I cupped my hands around the back of his head as I pulled him close. I wrapped my legs around his hips and attempted to push his boxers off with my feet.

He giggled against my lips. "Your 'ands'd probably work better." He said.

I reached down and grabbed the waistband of his boxers. I slid them off his hips and down his legs and let him kick them the rest of the way off.

"Now for yours." He said.

He moved his hands and put them on my underwear. He tugged on them to signal me to lift my hips.

I did so and he gingerly pulled them down and off.

He repositioned himself and then slid inside me. "Jesus!" He giggled as I tightened around him. "Ease up a little. I like ya bein' tight but fuck me!"

I relaxed myself as I held onto the back of his head.

"Good girl."

Our hips swung together and all the bad thoughts just disappeared.

"I've missed you." He said into my ear. "I've missed you so fuckin' much! Don't ever fuckin' do that to me again. Don't ever fuckin' run-" He stopped himself with a moan. "Don't ever fuckin' run away from me again!"

"Okay." I replied breathlessly.

There was a knock on the door a few hours later when the morning sun was finally out. Noel and I both woke up to the sound of it although I think I was more awake.

The door opened to reveal Paul standing there...with eyes as big as dinner plates.

"Oh shit-"

"Don't! Say! A word!" Noel warned him.

"Alright." He replied holding his hands up. "The kettle's on if you lot are interested."

"Course we fuckin' are! We'll be down in a minute, right?"

Paul nodded and then headed back down the hall.

"Where's me boxers?" Noel asked as he looked around the bed. "What'd you fuckin' do with 'em?"

"What makes you think I did something with them?" I asked.

"'Cuz ya nicked 'em from me last night! I know ya did."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Where'd ya put 'em?" He continued.

I just shrugged in reply.

"Ya better not be wearin' 'em!"

"And what are you gonna do if I am?" I asked.

He smirked at me then moved and got on top of me. "First, I'll take 'em back." He said as he grabbed a hold of the waistband of his boxers and slid them off. "Then, I'll tuck into me breakfast." He leaned over to the side of my head. "And fuck knows you taste a hell of a lot better than any tea." He whispered into my ear.

I giggled as he moved down. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed as he tongued my hip bones. I spread my legs as he began sucking on my inner thigh.

He moved down and down and down until he was close to my intimate area.

"Stop." I said breathlessly.

"Not 'til I finish ya." He replied between kisses.

"The tea's gonna get cold."

"Fuck the tea! I'm more concerned about you gettin' cold. I can warm ya up better than any fuckin' brew can."

"Well that may be so." I said as I sat up and moved out of his tongue's reach. "But I want tea."

He looked at me curiously. "More than ya want me?" He asked innocently.

I pursed my lips trying to think of what to say. "Come on. Let's get dressed."

"We'll finish what we started later, yeah?" Noel said as we headed for the stairs.

"Yeah." I agreed.

Goodness knows part of me was game for it.