“Yeah, well you’re sexy as hell so there you go,” she said, blushing before nodding at the question. “I have your come drying on my breasts, we definitely need baths...and brushed teefers!” She looked around, as if someone was watching, before kissing him again, nipping at his lips before wiggling away and climbing out of the bed. “See ya!” she yelled, running down the hall, giggling madly.
Effie had two bathrooms in her apartment, and opposite of normal, the one attached to her bedroom was smaller, yet the one near the living room had a jacuzzi tub and a waterfall shower. She slid into the large bathroom, bending over to turn on the water, giggling to herself.
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“I don’t know how this works! Am i supposed to follow you? Or is that creepy? Nope, not creepy,” Peter decided just as he bounced out of the bed and moved after her. Peeking into the bathroom, he blinked, “Holy crap, this place is like a throne room…” He then looked to her, “Nice view by the way.”
He shook his head, “You’re turning me into that guy, totally. I have to go to Church or something to cleanse myself,” he was joking of course, and made his way inside looking around, “I think I could actually play baseball in here, this is the bathroom Nickelback talks about in that song.”
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She giggled, turning to look at him, wiggling her ass teasingly. “Rich, remember. You should see my gym.” She straightened, up ending a bottle of bubble bath, giggling as it started to foam up. “Wait, you go to church? Really?” she asked, looking at him, arching an eyebrow.
“And what song?” she asked, tilting her head, confused. “And who is Nickelback? Do they sing pop?”
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“They sing trash, but he mentions about wanting a bathroom he can play baseball in. And gyms scare me, that’s where my underwear usually ended up getting pulled over my head. And no, I don’t go to Church, I’m a biologist and a chemist, Church and I don’t see eye to eye,” Peter shrugged before walking towards her and watched her pour the bubble bath in.
“Oh, so now it’s a bubble bath? Please tell me it’s that bubble-gum smelling bubble bath that we could get as kids.”
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“And I’m a hacker and tech genius, but there is truth to be found in the Church too,” she said, sticking out her tongue. She giggled at his words, nodding. “Either that or cotton candy...I tend to get the bottles confused.”
She bounced over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I like you, Peter Parker,” she said, standing on her tippy, tippy toes, pressing her lips against his. “A lot.”
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“Right, yes, let’s not get into that argument,” Peter offered as he wrapped his arms around her waist, when she neared him. Returning the kiss as he wrapped her up and pulled her against him, “Aunt May would agree with you though, and definitely pushes me in the same direction.”
Then, kissing her again, he kissed her lower lip as he swayed with her a bit, “I like you too, Effie, a lot more.”
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“Well, Aunt May is a smart and brilliant woman,” she said, giggling. “And nuh uh! Because I like you lots, lots!”
She swayed them slowly backwards and down the stairs into the Jacuzzi before releasing him and laying back in the water giving a happy sigh. “So warm and bubbly...join me Peter…” She gave him her best puppy dog pout, her lower lip quivering.
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“Lots lots? Is that a measurable term?” Peter quipped, then watched as she sank back into the jacuzzi. Swallowing, he nodded and moved his way down into it, before diving forward to submerge himself, coming up next to her and smirking as he shook his head, “This is essentially a pool. You know that right? Warm, bubbly pool.”
He then reached out to grab her, kissing that lower lip of hers with a shake of his head, “And no more puppy dog eyes, it’s totally unfair and puts me at such a disadvantage.”