“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
Kuroo propped herself up on her elbows and stared down at Bokuto.
“What the fuck?” Bokuto looked up at her, looking mildly embarrassed.
“Haha, sorry, I read some poetry earlier today and then, you know,” she gestured with her chin, “it seemed an appropriate time to quote it.”
“I-” Kuroo started, then paused. “Babe, why were you reading poetry? You hate poetry.” Bokuto shrugged and tilted her head to scratch her ear against Kuroo's thigh.
“Yeah, but you like it. I wanted to find something good, you know? Something powerful and tender. Some real blow-your-panties-off stuff.”
“And you chose Edward Lear's 'The Owl and the Pussycat'?” Kuroo asked flatly. Bokuto beamed and waggled her eyebrows.
“Cute, right? But actually no. I got bored like, five minutes after I read it. I really hate poetry.” She huffed and Kuroo shifted, reminded of what Bokuto's ill-timed quote had interrrupted.
“Well, looks like you didn't need poetry anyway, because look!” Kuroo arched her hips and dug her heels into Bokuto's broad back. “It appears you managed to blow my panties off anyway.”
“Yeah, but is poetry something you'd want? Like, in the future?” Bokuto was frowning and Kuroo groaned and flopped back onto the bed.
“What I want, right now, is for my girlfriend to go down on me the way she promised she would-- in great detail, I remind you-- on the way home.” Bokuto blinked as she remembered what she had been about to do.
“Oh, right!” – Kuroo was close, that familiar knot of tension building and ready to burst, when Bokuto paused and drew back.
“Hey, what's a runcible spoon, anyway?” Bokuto's words were slightly slurred as she rest her cheek against Kuroo's leg and worked her jaw from side to side. “Is it some kind of fancy utensil only dead English guys use? Is it like...really small, or what?” Kuroo fought to keep from screaming in frustration.
“It's what I'm going to kill you with if you don't fucking finish what you fucking started,” she said, as calmly as she could manage. Bokuto hummed disapprovingly but obliged her girlfriend. – “I cannot believe you asked me what a runcible spoon was in the middle of eating me out,” Kuroo complained later. She hooked her sharp chin over Bokuto's shoulder. “What happened to 'What a beautiful pussy you are'?”
“It had just been eating at me all day,” Bokuto said, a little sulkily. Then she snickered. “Heh. Eating at me while I was eating at you.” Kuroo groaned and rolled away from her.
“Oh my god. You are banned from poetry forever.” She poked Bokuto's side. “Did you plan this on purpose?”
“Nope!” Bokuto smiled as she rolled over and threw an arm over Kuroo. “You banning me from poetry is an unexpected perk.” She yawned and snuggled her face into Kuroo's back. “'Night, babe.” Kuroo covered her hands with her own.
“And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon,” Kuroo murmured before she, too, drifted off to sleep.
FILL: Team Grandstand, M
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
Kuroo propped herself up on her elbows and stared down at Bokuto.
“What the fuck?” Bokuto looked up at her, looking mildly embarrassed.
“Haha, sorry, I read some poetry earlier today and then, you know,” she gestured with her chin, “it seemed an appropriate time to quote it.”
“I-” Kuroo started, then paused. “Babe, why were you reading poetry? You hate poetry.” Bokuto shrugged and tilted her head to scratch her ear against Kuroo's thigh.
“Yeah, but you like it. I wanted to find something good, you know? Something powerful and tender. Some real blow-your-panties-off stuff.”
“And you chose Edward Lear's 'The Owl and the Pussycat'?” Kuroo asked flatly. Bokuto beamed and waggled her eyebrows.
“Cute, right? But actually no. I got bored like, five minutes after I read it. I really hate poetry.” She huffed and Kuroo shifted, reminded of what Bokuto's ill-timed quote had interrrupted.
“Well, looks like you didn't need poetry anyway, because look!” Kuroo arched her hips and dug her heels into Bokuto's broad back. “It appears you managed to blow my panties off anyway.”
“Yeah, but is poetry something you'd want? Like, in the future?” Bokuto was frowning and Kuroo groaned and flopped back onto the bed.
“What I want, right now, is for my girlfriend to go down on me the way she promised she would-- in great detail, I remind you-- on the way home.” Bokuto blinked as she remembered what she had been about to do.
“Oh, right!”
–
Kuroo was close, that familiar knot of tension building and ready to burst, when Bokuto paused and drew back.
“Hey, what's a runcible spoon, anyway?” Bokuto's words were slightly slurred as she rest her cheek against Kuroo's leg and worked her jaw from side to side. “Is it some kind of fancy utensil only dead English guys use? Is it like...really small, or what?” Kuroo fought to keep from screaming in frustration.
“It's what I'm going to kill you with if you don't fucking finish what you fucking started,” she said, as calmly as she could manage. Bokuto hummed disapprovingly but obliged her girlfriend.
–
“I cannot believe you asked me what a runcible spoon was in the middle of eating me out,” Kuroo complained later. She hooked her sharp chin over Bokuto's shoulder. “What happened to 'What a beautiful pussy you are'?”
“It had just been eating at me all day,” Bokuto said, a little sulkily. Then she snickered. “Heh. Eating at me while I was eating at you.” Kuroo groaned and rolled away from her.
“Oh my god. You are banned from poetry forever.” She poked Bokuto's side. “Did you plan this on purpose?”
“Nope!” Bokuto smiled as she rolled over and threw an arm over Kuroo. “You banning me from poetry is an unexpected perk.” She yawned and snuggled her face into Kuroo's back. “'Night, babe.” Kuroo covered her hands with her own.
“And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon,” Kuroo murmured before she, too, drifted off to sleep.