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❛ i wanted to hurt them for the way they hurt you. ❜ (lou to leslie ;_;)
🚨 WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED | Not Accepting.
He said he was used to it. Leslie had even laughed it off as Lou inspected his face, worried and angry— honestly, despite the pain and the developing bruise, it had rolled off Leslie's shoulders like it was nothing.
The job could be dangerous, especially if you're someone like Leslie, who felt he had a giant neon sign over his head that just screamed victimize me. He expected it, understood it even— what he hadn't planned for was Lou's rage.
"Lou?" The bruise was healing by now, nearly forgotten to him. He reaches out to cradle her cheek, searching her eyes for an explanation. "What are you— Did...did something happen?" Panic. "Lou. Tell me what happened."
#parvumchao#ch: leslie#leslie: i mean if you actually fought for me i'm gonna marry you but yeah are you??? okay??
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"Uh, because if we look directly into your big, beautiful eyes we may faint. You're a walking hazard, Lou. A sexy, sexy dangerous hazard."
( OPEN )
"Why isn't anyone payin' attention to me?"
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hello everyone here's my very late and very humble contribution to swiftie powerpoint night
#swiftie powerpoint night#ted lasso#jamie tartt#roy kent#keeley jones#nate shelley#ch: ted lasso#coach beard#rebecca welton#leslie higgins#royjamiekeeley#can you tell im pushing my ship agenda. did i make it obvious.#i spent way too long making this and then screenshotted from the wrong page so all the errors are still there WOOPS just ignore <3
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Anyone maybe want to do some ch art trades, and a psa before you accept I AM going to ask you to draw candslie/my au…
#clone high#candide sampson#leslie bosf#candslie#shitpost#tophabe slander#pls pls pls im bored i have so much spare time#I think I can draw all of the ch characters#I can draw the women for sure and that’s all I know#and topher.#I will try my best.
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"Sad thing, ain't it?" Leslie loved his mom. And dad— maybe he's just lucky and got great parents who wore bad sweaters and liked to play an unhealthy amount of Parcheesi.
"Yeah, it's—" Leslie snorts, not to be rude but because Andro had just said the understatement of the century. "Easier said than done." Some part of Leslie didn't wish death on anyone. He was a rational, reasonable individual who wanted justice done and a killer caught for the good of the community. Another part of him remembers when he first linked the crimes together and looks out a sea of crime scene photos; half of burnt fathers that were now unrecognizable to their children, half of girls much younger than him with their legs splayed open as their intestines sat in a pile between their thighs. That part of him wants to watch this guy to burn.
They keep going, suggesting how they could catch him— Leslie would listen to any ideas if he thought they could help. If anything, he feels tired. As technology becomes more sophisticated, it also seemed to become more vulnerable, or perhaps more easily used for terrible things. Andro mentions the cable guys and maintenance workers and it just reminds him that anyone in uniform could come and go as needed; even if the person they were looking for wasn't a service worker like these, he had somehow made himself invisible like one. Able to stalk, subdue, and relocate victims to the beach—
"He'd have to have a pretty nondescript car, huh? We've checked what few camera angles we can get outside the victim's homes prior to the attack." Commercial vans stick out but this guy could be in a sedan for all he knew—
"Company cars." He had been leaning on the back two legs of his chair at this point and suddenly snapped back to solid ground. "Different cars...same company. He, he, he—" He's already sifting through the files between them, trying to find some of the snapshots from the victim's residences. "What if— he wouldn't use his own car for stalking. Or even a maintenance van for stalking. It's New York, there's cameras every-fucking-where. But he could be using different company cars. We've be looking for the common denominator but not registrations...I've gotta— We've gotta call the DMV." He's never been so excited to call the DMV.
"This is good— I can get 'em cross referenced with tech companies... cable, IT, cell phone, fuckin' bitcoin, I don't care— Andro, if there's a link there...we could narrow the suspect pool to, like, one tech bro building in Brooklyn."
Andro was saving his life, and Leslie was very much aware of this. They could have said no, completely refuse to help him. And while Leslie would surely piece this together (eventually), time was of the essence. He didn't have time to probe, to search through bins and deep dive into what was apparently more than a decade of crimes...not when the person committing them could find out where he lived in that same span of time.
Some of the insight Andro gave was similar to some of the sketchier parts of the profile Leslie had been developing, others were almost perfect connections that he feels he might have made had he not spent the last 24 hours freaking out about this killer calling him out in the latest letter.
"You think it's the mom— I hadn't been sure, it could have been an ideal; his perfect woman, immortalized in her pain— if it is his mom, that might make it easier to find his parents. There can only be...what, a handful? Of...Abusive men with European spouses or girlfriends who had...a child sometime in the...late seventies, early eighties," Age had, thankfully, been something they established earlier thanks to the timeline of kills. "in New York...we're pretty sure he's a local. You can't just kill on Coney Island and manage to escape capture without knowing the territory well."
"He's smart..." He comments lowly in response to never catching him alive. Leslie wasn't too sure about that due to the letters, but there were still a few killers who had broken that mold, enough for him to take Andro's insight to heart. "...I worry that...even if they do manage to bring him in alive, he'd find a way to...hurt someone on his way down, y'know? He won't just off himself, he'll find a way to...I dunno, get to the Chief of Police and Mayor somehow."
Leslie runs his hands down his face, exasperated. "It's not you— I'm...this whole thing is exhausting. And terrifying. But it's a start. Better than where we were yesterday."
With his head still in his hands, he begins to brainstorm with Andro. "I initially wanted to find him through his job. Other experts have put their two cents in; they're leaning towards a service position. Something that keeps him low, beneath people. I think they're a little off— an internet repair man can get into your house and learn the layout, but he has to be watching his victims. Outside. He knows their patterns outside. He doesn't bother with home invasion, even if that would be easier."
"He targets people who fit his vision and frequent the beach. He has to have personal data on them. You can't have a 9 to 5 in a service position and know that his fifth victim walked her dog at 3pm. It's not on her social media. It's not in her personal planner. It was on her email calendar." Leslie's head rolled up. "I think he's...in IT somehow. Something with...computers. But even then he'd have to find them first before the...hacking and such. Know they go to the beach."
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[Improving some of my gifs/gifsets these days] 2 of 4, 2023.
Those responsible for the damage to this creation... are meant to burn in hell. You took a perfect anthropoid sculpture and shattered its legs to drag it down to your scant level. Undoing such kind of detriment is out of the high-flying photographer's delicate hands...
#Aoi Takumi#blog#my gifs#special gifset#TEW#The Evil Within#2014#game#license version#v.2.1#PC#Sebastian Castellanos#Joseph Oda#Ruben Victoriano#Ruvik#Leslie Withers#/#The Evil Within 2#2017#Stefano Valentini#//#The Evil Within 3#///#it's ironic even Kidman would be fine / read -bearable-#& they managed to re-introduce her as a b-ch w/ an arrogant sc-m complex#...was it about keeping the money?... or the fact S.M. isn't the director? / in TEW 2#~ a curious / read -satisfactory- project among other overrated SH game ~ but...#the creators [2] pushed the foundation into the mud / an irreversible process
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you are stronger than you think. (Louslie!!)
💪 MR. SUPERMAN | Not Accepting.
"Like mentally, right?" Leslie replies, scraping scrambled eggs around the pan. "You mean mentally because I— you've seen my arms." They're fine actually. Just a smaller muscle than expected but it's still there! He's just being self-deprecating, as usual.
"But thank you. I do hope that a lot of what I think about myself is indeed all in my head. I hope when you look at me you see, like, a really hunky genius," Eggs are evenly split onto their respective plates. "with...with rippling pectorals and luscious hair. Like Fabio."
#parvumchao#ch: leslie#leslie vc: I know I'm an annoying boyfriend but hey#you never have to worry about hurting my feelings.#they are in fact permanently hurt at all times
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Things that definitely didn’t almost maybe happen in ch 11 of The Circular Conundrum by @soontobecyborg
(ID in alt and under cut)
ID: 1. Close up on an old cracked gravestone that reads “Leslie Cravensworth Sr. Beloved husband and father. He will be missed.” The birth and death years are partially obscured by grass but appear to be in the 1600s. A speech bubble from offscreen says “At last I’m facing the old man again…” 2. Reverse shot of Laszlo and Guillermo standing shoulder to shoulder. Guillermo is looking at Laszlo with concern. Laszlo looks down at the grave with a sour expression and continues, “…and I can’t even piss on his grave.” 3. Repeat. Guillermo faces forward and appears to steel himself, hands shuffling down in front of him. Laszlo looks over at him curiously as there is an audible zip. 4. Shot of Laszlo on a liquid-patterned yellow background, pressing his fist to his mouth and shaking as his eyes go huge and shiny with unshed tears. Offscreen, there are pissing noises. Text pointing to Laszlo reads “touched”. /end ID
#wwdits#laszlo cravensworth#guillermo de la cruz#what we do in the shadows fx#what we do in the shadows#fic rec#my art#fanart#image described#also cy did u know i also hc that as his dads name we r truly of one brain#tw piss#i guess fjdjddjdjs#apologies to everyone and yw to all the guillermo piss kink truthers i dont wanna agree with you but i support you
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My life is crazy and writing is slow, but I hope to be done with this chapter by Friday. Have a very tiny crumb!
(From a pending-not-yet-completed Ch. 27 of Northern Attitude)
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SOAP:
Patient presented to hospital with GSW to spleen resulting in rupture, mild-to-moderate traumatic brain injury, ecchymosis of stomach, legs, contusions on neck, arms, abdomen, distal radius fracture and cardiac arrhythmia. He entered Gotham General ER accompanied by father and was promptly admitted for surgery.
Pt life-flighted to Gotham Children’s for acute care after concerns presented by GG medical team. GC admitted patient into PICU for critical illness. Immediate concerns include neutropenia, sepsis, and dyspnea—medical team elected for ventilator, broad spectrum IV antibiotics, among other interventions.
Pt is mostly unresponsive to RN, MD, and SW interactions, sleeping about 18 hours throughout the day, and demonstrating confusion when awake. Pt on feeding tube until able to self-feed. Visitors prohibited at this time, contact and droplet precautions required. Pt has strong support system, including father, three brothers, and a grandfather.
Pt’s youngest brother is currently admitted downstairs in PAC for bronchial pneumonia with pyrexia. Pt has extensive history of abuse from bio-mother and husband (both deceased). Bio-father has full custody.
Father demonstrates high levels of anxiety and concern for Pt and Pt’s brother resulting in conflict between doctors and family, intervention should include allowing father immediate, full-time access (with appropriate PPE) in Pt’s room, social services referral, and mental health referral.
Immediately moving Pt to youngest brother’s room when level of care eases is encouraged. Increased counseling with medical staff on complex grief, trauma, and family systems. When Pt is lucid, social service intervention includes active listening and age-appropriate counseling/explanation for upcoming internal fixation for wrist.
Pt’s prior history with social workers may be a challenge in earning trust. If this is the case, Social Services should find a trusted therapeutic contact to take over caseload as not to cause further anxiety. Referral to OT and PT pending. Possible animal, music therapy as Pt recovers, since youngest brother has also expressed interest.
This note is considered HIPAA protected information—as Pt’s family is high profile, it is important to document that any staff member leaking this to the press will be persecuted prosecuted by both the hospital and the Pt’s family. (Don’t even try it, assholes.) — Leslie Thompson, MD
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Horse yuri bc I haven’t drawn that in a while.
#clone high#candide sampson#leslie bosf#tophabe slander#candslie#shadowy board yuri#sighhhhhhh#they mean everything to me#I think my CH fixation died but like because I put so much work into a stupid AU it’s just a part of me now#I have my lesbian dogs edgy catholic animals and the stupid extensive clone high AU backstory thing#those are my three things#shoutout to yuri nation for ruining my life beyond recognition
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Masterlist
Masterlist of all my smutty works on Tumblr
Kpop:
Everglow's Big Cock Impregnation
Feminization with Dami
Tropical Incest With Lisa 2
Tropical Incest With Lisa
Yuna Gets Cucked by Yeji
Drunken Sex with Dreamcatcher
IVE vs Dreamcatcher
Brat Taming with Rei
Brat Taming with Rei Part 2
Vampiric Jiu
Vampiric Jiu 2
Jihyo Impregnation Lessons
Gahyeon Summons Tentacles
Chaeryeong's Daily Schedule
Yeji's Lessons on Gangbangs
EU's Perverted Fun
Pregnant Jihyo on Top
Yeji's Horny Hunt
Lia's Gossip-Filled Gangbang
In Exaltation of Lisa
On Watching Mia
Full Strapon Dami Domination
A Divine Milking
Yiren Goes Riding
Painfully Sweet
Jennie Gets Her Due
COMM: Gah-Dong Futa Frenzy
Lisa and Rose at Coachella
Owning Aespa Ch 1
Owning Aespa Ch 2
Owning Aespa Ch 3
Owning Aespa Ch 4
OTV:
Janet/Jodi/Leslie/Rae Futa Orgy
Pokimane's Editor
Jaime Gets Gangbanged
A Date With Lily and Poki
Turned Out By OTV
Star-Smitten by Tentacles
COMM: Hyoon Tames a Simp
Aria Lesbian Gangbang
Valkyrae Reverse Gangbang
COMM: Jaime's Discourse on Disgust
Pokimane Takes Your Virginity
Kimi's Anal ASMR
Sydney's First Gangbang
Wendy's Wedding Gangbang
Jodi's Delightful Draining
OTV Mommy Foursome
Jodi's Morning Misgivings
Dreams of Aria
Jaime Steals your Seed
Rae Leslie Yvonne Threesome
Poki's Well-Perused Pussy
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Leslie feels similarly, but he doesn't have Isaac's amazing intellect or lack of socialization as a child to blame; perhaps that's another cause for the internal hostility. It's one thing to have something to blame, it's another entirely when you're relatively average. Maybe he's smarter or more perceptive than his peers, but Leslie still feels generally unwelcomed, unliked, and always ignored. It's just part of his personality at this point.
If anything, it's weirdly useful in his job sometimes. He can't account for Isaac, but when cops hate you as much as they hate Leslie, it tends to make people who hate cops like you pretty well. Plus, when everyone leaves you alone, nobody is really paying attention to the file you take or the back entrance you slip into. It's like he's invisible. He'd regard it as a superpower if he was able to shut it off in normal situations.
Issac receives a rather limp handshake (that's not even to be rude, nothing about Leslie could ever be considered firm aside from his opinions). "I've heard good things." His results do speak for themselves. "Also heard you're hard to work with." There's a well-meaning shrug. "But that's beat cops talking so what do they know?" Also detectives, but again, Leslie never pays the men in blue much mind. He has little confidence they could piss in a toilet bowl without missing, let alone properly profile someone.
"They're puttin' together a task force. They haven't outright said it yet but it's coming." He replies, head nodding towards the body— it's visible from where they stood, surrounded by beaming yellow tape and a number of crime scene specialists taking their little samples. Leslie thinks not much would be left uncontaminated in the snow ice and rain.
"The main thing we know so far; is it's a body dump. He wasn't killed right out on the ice, but he was hit a few more times once he was brought out here." His steps are a bit wide in the snow, but he does manage to lead Isaac along. "There are tread marks, but the snow's made it pretty indistinguishable. We can make a good guess on the wheel size and maybe the width of the car but not the tire brand."
He stops a good foot from the tape, not exactly wanting to relive seeing the corpse. He's seen enough but the sight still never sits well. "Looked like a blunt instrument of some sort. Crushed one side of his head. They're gonna take casts later to see what it might be exactly but my money is on a crowbar." He's seen those sorts of marks before, unfortunately.
"The reason the task force thing is hush-hush," He starts, voice softer, just for them two. "is 'cause if it is a crowbar, they know I'm gonna ask a bunch of other questions." Because he's already got a bad hunch.
He sort of hates Isaac.
No, that's far too strong. Leslie only really hated Ben Affleck and those people who try and convince him that there's a part of the world that actively enjoys something called a Jammy Dodger. There was a small pang of jealousy and resentment that was aimed at Isaac, who, in all honesty, hadn't even really spoken to Leslie before.
He just kept hearing about him and his sleuthing skills and how he pissed off nearly everyone he worked with— Leslie was a little peeved that some other weirdo was invited to join the case alongside him. And he was not traumatized in high school just to be shown up on his own turf.
"Oh yeah, the winters here are, like," Leslie vaguely gestures about to the frostbitten trees. It doesn't often snow in the rainy city, but when a cold front comes and turns all that rain into ice, it's brutal. "Terrible. This is why we have so many serial killers. Bad weather."
He sips at his quickly cooling coffee, brow raising at Isaac's...let's call it a threat. "You might wanna take that up with the city for reimbursement. Spoiler alert: they're probably gonna say no. That's what they said to me when I tried to get them to pay for my saltwater taffy addiction." Honestly, on the one hand, he hopes the case gets wrapped up soon (nothing is more unsettling than bright red blood on snow. It keeps the color going like it's fresh)...but on the other hand, he sort of hopes Isaac freezes his keister off.
"Doctor Leslie Hoggarth. Also a consultant." He holds out a gloved hand. "If you solve it, I'll get you two boxes. How's that bud?"
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My Hero Academia ch. 392 | Stone Butch Blues, Leslie Feinberg | On Being a "Lesbian", Kakefuda Hiroko trans. Indiana Scarlet Brown | Monsters in the Closet: Homosexuality and the Horror Film, Harry M. Benshoff | Why be Happy When You Could be Normal?, Jeanette Winterson | Disobedience, Naomi Alderman | The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall | "A Working Definition of the Monstrous," Ryan Dzelzkalns in It Came from the Closet: Queer Reflections on Horror | Notes of a Crocodile, Qiu Miaojin | "For Friendship, Perhaps," Revolutionary Girl Utena
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Someone perfectly lovely, called Paul Hendricks, put together this thoughtful map of the Four Winds community. His website, where this map was obtained, is HERE. What follows below the cut are Paul’s own words, detailing how he went about putting this together this map, complete with thorough book citations and explanations of inconsistencies!
“This is the rough map I've put together, based in the clues mentioned below, which are taken from various of the Anne books. (See note on the format of the references.)
The map uses a 'browser-safe' palette, so you should see roughly the same colours that I do. The orange/brown lines are roads. The dark-green areas are woods. The light blue is, of course, the sea.
Reconstructing the setting for the four books based on Four Winds and Ingleside has proved much more difficult than for Avonlea. Beginning with the premise that Four Winds is about 60 miles from Avonlea (AHoD, ch 1, 10th page), I tried a layout based on the area around Sturgeon, Gaspereaux and Georgetown, in the south-east part of the Island. Eventually it proved impossible to put together a consistent map on this basis. What is more, I realised that there was no evidence in LMM's diaries that she had ever been to that part of the Island.
I then tried a construction based on the area around New London, as there were many similarities of detail, and the area was well known to LMM. This fits in reasonably well with the descriptions of Four Winds in AHoD. There are some difficulties and inconsistencies noted below, but alternatives (such as putting the House of Dreams and the Lighthouse on the East side of the bay) have turned out to be unworkable. I have also managed to reconstruct the area around Ingleside, on the assumption that it is in the position occupied by Clifton/New London. Given the basic framework of roads that results, the result is more convincing than I had hoped, and seems to fit in quite well with the text of AoI, RV and RoI.
House of Dreams 'looks to the sunset and has harbour before it'. Dining room looks out on the harbour (AHoD, ch 2, 4th page). Living room windows and front door look towards the lighthouse (AHoD, ch 2, 5th page). There is a brook going through the corner of the garden.
The entrance of the harbour is between a bar of sand dunes and a sandstone cliff. The fishing village is where the sand bar meets the harbour shore (AHoD, ch 5, 1st page).
It is dusk, but there is no mention of seeing the setting sun. This suggests that going from Glen St Mary towards the house they are facing north or east. This is consistent if Glen St Mary is south, and the house is on the west side of the harbour (AHoD, ch 5, 1st page).
There is a chapel on the far side of the bay. The lighthouse is to the north, as they approach the house from the Glen. The house is 2 miles from the Glen, and 1 mile from the lighthouse. Miss Cornelia's house is between the House of Dreams and the Glen (AHoD, ch 5, 2nd page).
Poplars line the lane from road to house; fir trees between house and sea (confirms that the sea is to the 'back' of the house (AHoD, ch 5, 4th page).
Leslie's house is further up the brook, 'among the willows' (AHoD, ch 6, 4th page). The lane of Leslie's house opens onto the 'upper road' (AHoD, ch 9, 2nd page). Miss Cornelia's house is half a mile from the house of dreams (AHoD, ch 6, 5th page).
'From the deceit of the McAllisters...' (AHoD, ch 6, 5th page) is a paraphrase of an actual saying referring to LMM's relations, the Simpsons, the McNeils and the Clarkes, see also page xv of introduction to volume one of selected journals. Confirms the view that the families referred to in the 'over-harbour' area are modelled on LMM's own family in Clifton, Cavendish, etc.
As Anne and Gilbert are walking towards the lighthouse, the house 'up the brook' is to their right (AHoD, ch 9, 2nd page). There is some difficulty in fitting this in with my map. We might perhaps conceive an arrangement where the house by the brook was to the right hand side of the road to the lighthouse, though the road would have to be not so close to the shore as the modern road.
The distinction (AHoD, ch 10, 1st page) between the 'harbour shore', the 'sand shore' and the 'rock shore' is consistent with New London Bay - corresponding respectively to the shore inside the bay, the shore on the north side of the bar, and the shore to the north of the lighthouse.
'North shore' presumably means 'North shore of PEI' (AHoD, ch 14, 1st page). It was this which first alerted me to the possible inconsistency with my original presumption about the location of Four Winds.
'North-western sky' (AHoD, ch 18, 1st page), implies that the lighthouse is north-west of the house of dreams.
The Fishing Cove (AHoD, ch 27, 1st page) must be on the shore by the sand bar (therefore the same place as the fishing village). Anne and Gilbert go there via the lighthouse because intending to row over to avoid the long drive round by road which would otherwise be necessary.”
— Paul Hendricks
#well done Paul#this is wildly helpful#and interesting#SO VERY interesting#four winds#harbour head#glen st mary#lucy maud montgomery#anne’s house of dreams#anne of ingleside#the blythes are quoted#rilla of ingleside
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You can vote even if you're not sure you'll be able to come!
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on the balcony in early morning, where neighbors might see, but no one will likely look. (Lou & Leslie)
⏰ THIS IS AN UNGODLY HOUR | Not Accepting
It's more of a fire escape landing. Leslie was always extremely grateful it was outside his apartment and he's dressed it up a little so it looked less like a safety measure. There are a few potted plants (near death because Leslie has no green thumb) and a few lawn chairs he liked to sit and wallow in on particularly nice days.
In this instance, he's getting his money's worth with the lawn chair.
"Someone's gonna see." Comes his gritted response. Leslie had hoped that, at this point in his life, he'd stop caring what people think. And generally, he has but he still worries over the fact that one of his neighbors might be up at the ass-crack of dawn and see his girl riding him. She's a vision but he just has a bad feeling he's making some ridiculous face.
They hadn't gone to bed either. Well, she did. He stayed up on a case, sitting on the floor in the living area with photographs, receipts, and case files strewn about (this is a common occurrence). Lou had gotten up after finding him not in bed when she awoke in the middle of next morning.
He was tense, as usual. And smoking on the fire escape at 2AM, which is also becoming a new bad habit of his. One of his lawyer friends chain-smoked and got him hooked. He's got to quit.
Despite all that, she does make him feel better, hoisting her leg over him and sitting in his lap, making him shyly smile and put out the cigarette. It became making out in the near dark, the sun not yet making an appearance but noting its arrival by how it bathed the sky in lavender hues.
Clothes were still relatively on but sweatpants had been shimmied down and her panties tugged to the side as they grinded into one another, welcoming the new day with frazzled hair and bags under their eyes but a silly bliss that seemed contagious. She just smiled at him mid-bounce and he can't remember why he was smoking. He was working on a case? What case? He didn't remember one damn detail all of a sudden.
"Wait, wait, wait—" Comes the tittering mumbling of a man about to cum, Leslie gripping her hips a bit too tight. "Please—" Have mercy on him, the sun's not even up.
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