29 Chimera Court, Late Saturday Morning

[mouthy_merc]

Wade wanted a shower. He hadn't had one since Monday because he was now aware of the GIANT PERVERT in the back of his brain.

So! Today he came up with a brilliant plan to keep Nate from being all voyeur-y.

"Phoebe had a slender waist and slim, shapely legs, but her breasts and hips were plump and womanly, a throwback to an almost forgotten time when women had looked like women. She had a bad girl's body, the sort of body that, even at thirty-three, could just as well have been displayed with a staple through the navel as hanging on a museum wall. It was a bimbo's body -- never mind that the brain inside was highly intelligent, since Phoebe was the sort of woman who was seldom judged by anything except appearances."

Reading terrible romance novels out loud was just brilliant.

Really.

[[for the brain buddy.]]

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[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nathan Summers appeared in the corner of the bathroom with his best stoic, placid oh please expression written all over his features. "Wade," he said, his automatic facepalm-dampeners kicking in in the background, "There's really no need. I'm not planning to watch you shower."