29 Chimera Court, Sunday Evening

[mouthy_merc]

Oprah was on today. A repeat of it, at least. And guess who the guest was.

Go on, guess!

Okay, you get one hint. He has a glowy eye.

"Huh. I think she only invited Nate on the show because she looks tiny next to him."


[[ooc: For the husband plz! SP for great justice while family is over to drink lots of wine. - Moving a bit NWS]]

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[konoha-flash.livejournal.com]

"Or something like that," he smiled and pounced his mercenary.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Chuckling, Wade held onto his hips, pulling Arashi closer and grinding up against him. Couches really would never be the same thanks to this relationship. "Will this be a regular occurrence when I watch Oprah?"

[konoha-flash.livejournal.com]

"No, she creeps me out too much," he smiled and kept down his reaction to Wade's hips. He was getting better at that.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Aww. Wade liked when he was so receptive.

Not getting a reaction to that, he leaned closer, kissing down Arashi's neck before starting in on what very well might be a hickey where his shoulder and neck met. "It's the constant weight lose, isn't it?" He asked, moving up against him again in combination with the attention to the ninja's neck.

[konoha-flash.livejournal.com]

Yeah, there was maybe a small reaction to that. Just maybe.

"Or something like that, maybe she just makes me think of an older scarier Tyra?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Tyra wishes she could have Oprah's power," Wade replied, hands sliding back tease along the waistline of Arashi's pants. Just barely moving down beyond it for a teasing moment before hooking his thumbs there and gently tugging down.

[konoha-flash.livejournal.com]

There was something to be said about elastic waistbands, as odd as they looked at times.

Arashi pressed his lips against Wade's for a moment as the pants slipped down. "Shhhh, no more talk inf frightening women, sex time now."