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Who: Odin and Aphrodite
When: morning
Where: Odin's pad
What: A new email
Warnings: Nudity, blatant sexual innuendos, bad words with a chance of naughtiness


Visits from Cal were always energetic in a very satisfying sort of way. And it had been a welcome distraction from freaky shit emails that led to nebulous message boards. Inside, Erik felt his true self sit up and take notice. Nothing happens without a reasons. Odin had learned that the hard way. Fucking wyrd bitch Norns.

Waking up had been just as fun as the evening before. Granted there was something about waking up with a mouth full of gold tresses that made things a bit awkward but Cal had made up for it and put a satisfied smirk on his face. It was still there even as his lap became suddenly occupied, a lithe form between him, his coffee and laptop. He chuckled as his hand went to her waist and he leaned back in his chair.

"At least hand me my coffee if you're going to use me like this."


[*lyrics: The Who - Who are You]