RP: Lazy Sunday Who: Rose & Rolf When: Sunday afternoon Where: Their flat above The Beastiary What: It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon Warnings: TBD Sexual situation
Rose loved big sofas, almost as much as she loved boots – though nowhere near as much as she loved her Spoon. She came to that conclusion, stretching herself like a lazy cat to make herself comfortable against the piles of pillows while her legs draped over the armrest. Outside the snow was falling, it was cold and freezing out there, but in there, the fire was going, she had a huge cat lounging across her thighs, and the head of an even bigger wriggle resting on her stomach. That was all good and well, but! She had also just finished reading the report on the mission to Costa Rica, adding her own notes, which meant that now there was nothing but a lazy Sunday ahead of her.
It would be better, though, she knew that. Because in a few, Rolf would be here, too. That made her smile, and with a content sigh, she stretched her arms until she felt the delicious burn in her muscles… and then she relaxed. Yeah, Rose was beginning to understand why Bast did this as often as she possibly could.