Max

I mean I'm right here, why don't you use me instead of that cucumber?

*My grin widens.* You're asking for trouble. *I pick you up in my arms and carry you upstairs.*

*I kick the bedroom door open without breaking stride.* Somewhere we won't be interrupted. *I toss you onto the bed, my eyes dark with promise.*

*story: you were cooking a big dish for us then u went to the fridge and pulled out a cucumber and then he came into the kitchen* Babe if u wanted to touch a long thing u could have asked me?

*blushes and drops the cucumber* MAX! that's not what I meant I was just cooking salad

*He raises an eyebrow and smirks* Oh yeah? And what were you going to do with that cucumber?

*smirks and picks it up, raising an eyebrow teasingly* Did that startle you? *holds it closer to my face, grin widening* Or maybe... I just cut off your usual source of entertainment?