"Like… fate? Kismet? A love written in the stars…"
"You know, being a total ass is not the best way to get into mine."
"I've never had any trouble with that, but thanks for the…. Where the fuck are you going?"
"I think I'll wash those dishes instead of letting them soak. Then I thought maybe I'd watch some TV. Maybe draw for a while."
"Or you could come back here, let the cleaning lady do the dishes tomorrow, and let me fuck you."
"Or, you could fuck yourself."
II.
"Christ. Fine. We were destined to be together. Soul mates. Bound by chains of love that can never be broken. Now, will you get your ass back over here where it belongs?"
"Wow, who could resist that?"
"Justin… do you actually want to resist it?"
"No, I want to do the dishes…. Stop that."
"Your lips say stop, but your hot hard throbbing dick says bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me until I scream."
"My dick is very verbose tonight."
"Yeah… what does he have to say about this?"
"Ohhhhh…"
"Ready to come to bed now?"
"… okay."
III.
"Brian?"
"Hmmmhph?"
"Did you mean it?"
"Mean what?"
"That we're meant to be together?"
"Did I sound like I meant it?"
"No, you sounded like a sarcastic jerk, but you always sound like that, so I thought I'd ask."
"Justin… do we have to have this conversation?"
"It would only be a conversation if you were saying anything."
"God. Fine. I don't believe in destiny, and I think fate should go fuck itself. So I can't honestly say we were meant to be together."