A post-nut discussion.

"So." Zoey said, shutting the washing machine. "I think that does it for cleanup."

"You're going to wash that entire comforter, sheets, and pillow cases? Why not just where we...you know."

"Well, I can't make it seem like something happened. What am I gonna say to my mom? 'Sorry mom, I only washed the top cover of my bedsheets. Why? Oh, just because I got bored. Totally not because I was messing around on them.'"

"Just tell them Tom came over?"

"If my parents knew about my sex life, I think I'd rather go outside and step in front of a bus than have a discussion with them about any of that. And why do you care? You don't have to dry and repackage them."

"Maybe because I want to not sleep with no covers?"

"We can grab a spare set down the hallway. Or..." She gestured to the living room. "Wanna be couch buddies?" She wiggled her eyebrow suggestively.

"Eww. Why would I want to be couch buddies with you? You're icky," He said, sticking his tongue out.

So there they were, on her couch, cuddling. He kissed her nose. "Would you stop doing that?" She said, blushing. "It's weird."

"I'm a weird kinda dude."

"No kidding."

"Yeah, I have this thing for Italian girls who let me kiss their nose," He said, kissing her nose again. She slapped him playfully.

"I also have a thing for Italian girls not wearing clothes, too."

She rolled her eyes. "I have to put something on, Tyler. I don't wanna...you know. Leak."

"Um. Ew."

"Have you seriously never dealt with a post-sex creampied girl?"

He laughed nervously. "Yeah, well. Kait never really lets me...you know. Clean up is generally easy. I just peel it off and chuck it in the trashcan."

"Well spoiler alert: it leaks."

"I'm not a fan. I'm afraid we can never do that again."

She turned around fully, her oversized sweatshirt and thong illuminating in the TV's glow. "Oh no, mister. Don't you even think about it."

"That was all I wanted. Once and done."

"Pfft." She said, rolling back around and scooting back into Tyler. "Just hush so I can sleep."

"It's only 12:30."

"Tyler, we've pretty much had our genitals in each other's mouths and orfices for like...since you came to the shop. We had a brief intermission for sandwiches. We should sleep."

"Right."

...

"Would you quit poking my butt?"

"Sorry."

...

"Tyler, I mean it!"

"Sorry!"

...

"Fine. Do you want to talk until you calm down?"

He sighed. "Yeah."

She turned back around and clung to him, wrapping a leg around him. "What do you wanna talk about?"

He smiled. "You were great." He kissed her nose head-on this time, and she giggled.

"Yeah. I sure did lay there all right."

He laughed back. "No I mean...you were great. Everything you said and everything you did only fueled me to go even harder."

"What did I say? I kinda blacked out there."

"Oh, um, nothing."

"No, c'mon, say it."

He beamed. "You said something like, 'you're so big' once."

"Oh yeah. Total lie. Still gonna tell everyone at work your penis is as big as my pinky."

"And I'd better tell them how...dumb you are."

She rolled her eyes. "Get better at banter you dummy."

He kissed her nose. She licked his nose in return.

"Ew, what the fuck?" He said while laughing, wiping his nose with the covers on them.

"If you're gonna do something weird, I'll do something weird back. Why do you have such a fascination with my nose now? You can't put your penis up there."

"I think it's cute. And plus, I want you to know I love you."

She blushed. "How is that going to help me know you love me?"

"Well, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that Tom has a specific way to show you he loves you. Maybe a peck on the cheek or the forehead or something. I want my own. So every time I kiss your nose, I want you to know that I love you." He then kissed her nose.

She rolled her eyes and then took her leg off of him so she could roll back around. "You're so corny."

He wrapped an arm around her. "It was worth a try."

She took his arm off and turned back to face him. She kissed his nose.

"Goodnight, dork."