we christened the apartment with Journey to the Center of the TARDIS and I am pleased. I even got to sprawl on the carpet like I used to, cat-style. I adore my new home. the end.
Dirty Counters
“Aren’t you done? I’m done. Done done done.” Alexa swung the whisk around, flicking bits of egg mixture everywhere. "We wake up, there’s something to do. We come home, there’s something to do. We go out for a couple of hours, and we get back and we get glared at.“
Jensen hunched over his own mixing bowl, his fingers worrying at the half-frozen ground beef. "Shhh. Baby girl. You think I’m not in the same boat you are? Of course I’m done cooking for ungrateful people. Just – light at the end of the tunnel.”
“I just – wish there was something we could do.” Alexa tapped the whisk on the side of the bowl and dropped it into the sink. "Y’know, for our own evil purposes. Or whatever.“
"We could fuck on the counters.” Jensen said it so quietly she had to lean towards him to hear it.
“What?”
“You heard me.” He didn’t look up at her, but the corner of his mouth twitched playfully. "I’ll fuck your brains out on the counters, and every time they cook, you can laugh to yourself.“
"Iiiii,” she said, drawing out the word as she slunk around the island towards him, “like it.”
Jensen slammed the bowl down on the stovetop, looking her hungrily in the face. "I didn’t ask you if you liked it.“ He reached for her and took her shirt in both hands, wrenching it off over her head. His lips locked with hers, and their tongues danced as he undid her pants and yanked them down her legs. She went for his shirt, tugging it over his glasses, careful not to let it catch.
Jensen caught her up by the waist and hoisted her onto the counter; Alexa’s toes curled into the waistline of his pants and pushed them down over his ass. His cock emerged, aching towards her. She pushed aside some dishes and ignored the crumbs digging into her thighs. Tugging her towards the edge of the counter so she was just balanced, Jensen teased her entrance and then entered her.
Alexa tossed back her head and laughed wildly. "Sweet, sweet fucking revenge.”
Jensen grunted in reply. He held her waist with one hand and the counter with the other, while she grabbed onto his shoulders and rested her other hand next to his against the polished counter surface. Their skin slick with droplets of dishwater, they rocked until the knife block rattled. Alexa tossed her head back, panting and laughing.
“Harder!” she cried out, and Jensen doubled his pace, his cock swelling and sweat beading on his brow as he strove for Alexa’s satisfaction rather than a quick finish. She obliged, her inner walls clenching him to her, reminding him of her closeness. He took a deep breath, thrilling at the smell of her hair and skin, and came. He dropped his hand to make circles on her clit, bringing her to climax again, and they shuddered together. She collapsed against him.
“I’m not cleaning the counter,” she giggled into his ear.
“Me either,” he murmured back, then drew back, touched her chin, and kissed her.
“I love you.”
“Always,” she said, kissing him back.
