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plot: your muse is one of his kid’s teacher, and instead of sending back the recipe for the vegan brownies he brought to the bake sale he accidentally sent a picture of his ween. 

           “it doesn’t have to be awkward when i pick them up, y’know. i offered to pay for as much therapy as you needed! …but i thought maybe i could come in and apologize in person for possibly scarring you forever. and, i brought the recipe.” he reached out with a piece of paper between fingers, hands covered in tattoos and rings. “what else can i do to make up for it? buy you all new supplies? get plastic surgery so every time you see me i don’t look like me?”

“yeah, yeah. you sure you didn’t just want to make me suffer for a little bit?” addie was of course joking, wasn’t able to drag his mother to his face. especially given the fact that she actually wanted micah to like her. “uh, no. not really. i mean i kept the details as surface level as i could. told her i was a dancer and that i teach classes. just… y’know, not which ones. spoke about my family for way too long, though.” considering she didn’t have much good to say about them it had been an awkward topic but something easy to talk about, she supposed. “you think she approves of me? would you be able to tell by now?”

     brett possessed a smirk. he was well aware of the answer, but it didn’t hurt to hear it one more time. “ that exception is: i can’t be the only one stripping down tonight. only to keep it fair. i can get shy sometimes. ”

          her  cheeks  turned  slightly  red  at  his  comment,  loving  and  hating  the  way  the  simplest  things  he  said  affected  her.  she  found  herself  already  holding  back  a  moan,  as  his  hand  explored  under  her  skirt,  allowing  every  moment  of  it.  her  head  rolled  back,  giving  better  access  to  her  neck,  while  her  hips  rolled  forward,  seeking  any  friction  she  could  find  against  his  pelvis.  a  faint  whimper  as  she  felt  him  at  her  waist  band,  only  making  her  want  more.  “  im  yours.  ”  she  whispered,  placing  her  hand  on  top  of  his,  guiding  him  beyond  the  fabric.  she  meant  every  word  despite  the  situation.  she  was  his  and  always  would  be.  an  instant  moan  rolling  off  her  tongue.  without  a  doubt  she  had  missed  his  touch,  unable  to  find  anyone  who  could  touch  her  the  same.