It is the most energy I've had for over a month, so guess what, darling... we're doing it! Got it?
A little bit of this, and a lot of sweating to that.
Yes, honey. THAT goes in right THERE... I know it's been a while. Ahem.
Need a third party processor? I just put in new batteries. Here you go...
Afterwards, we're lying with our legs intertwined. Comfortable.
Hub: How is it that so soon after sex, you are cold already? You're the Ice Queen.
Me: This isn't anything new. You've been calling me that for years.
Hub: Well, it still amazes me. You are like.... a thief of my heat. No. A Dementor! But not of souls; of heat.
Me: It's a good thing I'm just as nerdy as you, so to appreciate the awesomeness of that.
Hub: Sure. It wasn't meant to please you though.
Me: How could it not? We just had sex and you call me a Dementor of Heat. You made a movie reference -- that's soooo romantic!
Hub: You're warped. You know that, right?
Then I started singing 'Canned Heat' by Jamiroquai.
He didn't appreciate it. He deep sighed, rolled over and cocooned himself into his sheets, covering his ears.
Gawd damn party pooper!
Sorry! Perhaps I should have put THIS version instead. GOSH!
This is for you, Sarcasm Goddess :)