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Chapter 2
by Logiturnus
Who's ready for some semi-wholesome smut?
The newly weds
Jason set what felt like the hundredth box of kitchen supplies in the living room on the second floor of their new home. Wiping some mild sweat from his brow he took a loving glance at his wife, Aoife. Her ginger curls were pulled back into a ponytail that fought with every fiber to spring free and block the doctor's view of the world around her. She huffed sorting through the last box, pulling pans, pots, a griddle, and more. Each item was labeled by composition, and size. Why she bothered to remember her steel from her cast iron was lost on him. Gliding across the room he hugged his wife from behind for a moment.
"Hey, you know that wasn't the last box, there's still a half dozen more with my equipment in the truck." Aoife asked him, her brow unfurrowed as she relaxed into his arms for a tender moment. "Life is so exciting until it comes in a box huh?"
"I think it's still exciting even as we unbox babe. Because this is our home now, no more nights at one or the other's bed. No more early mornings to get dressed and to work from a shared bed for the night. It's really ours." Jason muses, planting a kiss on her neck. She smelled clinical, sterile, but faintly sweet.
"Hey, if you do that someone's gonna get excited, we'll be behind schedule." She chides him, but wiggles against his crotch to tease him anyways.
"You always were so stern about schedules, can't I just rail my wife on our new countertop and finish unpacking after?" Jason asked crudely, she blushes, but unwraps his arms from around her.
"Nope, if my equipment gets soaked or worse stolen, I can't work, and we need that money we'll loose this new home you're so fond of faster than you can say ribonucleic acid. Now shoo!" She planted her hands firmly on his back and shoves him out the door. Giggling as he stumbles out, and trots down the steps. With the kitchen mostly sorted, she begins to unpack the clothing part of their bedroom, laying a matching set of black lace bra and crotchless panties on the bed. she hums to herself for a moment. "He better earn me wearing these."
Who's ready for the real plot?
Dr. Flynn's Scientific Genepod
How to Genesplice a Family Business
Dr. Aoife Flynn is a revolutionary gene therapist and biochemist married to her Husband Jason Flynn, they open a therapy and gene splicing practice to help people find their truest selves, and maybe build an empire on it.
Updated on Jun 15, 2025
by Logiturnus
Created on Jun 15, 2025
by Logiturnus
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