First day over, time to relax

What I kind of wanted to do was just lean back into my driver’s seat, blast my air conditioning, and just drive home. Mondays suck. Mondays after a week away? Even worse.

I really did actually like my job, but Jesus Christ coming back after a bit of distance made some of it feel so dumb.

And because I was some sort of insane fool I couldn’t really just take a quiet drive.

“Hi, Tiger,” Leia answered the phone, chipper as hell.

“Hey, Sunshine,” I said with a smile, talking hands-free as I pulled out of the staff parking lot and started taking the back roads to avoid needing to drive the Strip. “Just finished work and wanted to hear your voice.”

Leia was thrilled and told me about her day - which had only really started a few hours ago, since she’d slept away half the morning after a late night catching up with her roommates, and then lounged around and done all her unpacking and organising from the trip.

Then she told me I should probably call Terra, told me she loved me, and sent me off.

So I called Terra.

“Hey, dude,” Terra sighed for her answer as she picked up my call.

“You OK, little elf?” I asked.

The use of that particular nickname made her snort a chuckle. “Just finished a workout a couple of minutes ago and still catching my breath,” she explained. “Gotta burn off all these icky emotions somehow. Not to mention all the junk food from the trip. I don’t have you to do hardcore cardio with.”

I wasn’t sure whether she was working out at home or at a gym, so I let the very blatant euphemism go. “Anything I can do?”

“Other than hardcore cardio?” she asked with an audible smirk.

Snorting, I shook my head. “Are you at home or the gym?”

“Gym,” she said, still smirking.

“You’re bad,” I laughed.

“Mmm,” she hummed quietly. “Are you calling me a… bad girl?”

“Extra bad,” I said. “Seriously, Terra. What do you need?”

“I’ve got some friends here who I’m going drinking with tonight,” she said. “At a gay bar, so unless someone even hotter and more persuasive than Cassidy is there then I’ll still be all yours at the end of the- Wait, fuck, that’s not funny because- Balls, Robbie, I didn’t mean to make it sound like I might-”

“Terra,” I interrupted her. “Honey. It’s fine. I’m not hurt.”

She sighed in frustration. “That was a really stupid thing for me to joke about.”

“Hey,” I said. “I love you.”

She sighed again. “You sure, dude?” she asked quietly. “I’m kind of a fucking mess.”

“A gorgeous, sweet, cool, fun, funny, fucking mess,” I smiled. “The exact kind that no guy with two brain cells to rub together would even consider fucking up a relationship with.”

“I love you too, Robbie,” she mumbled.

“What can I do?” I asked for a third time.

“Nothing, you just did it,” Terra said and then sniffed softly. “I’ll be good, OK? Don’t worry about me. Except I know you will, so don’t worry too much. Now I need to go shower and get changed, so… think of us in the shower on the houseboat, then go use that energy on one of your little sluts.”

I wasn’t quite home yet when we hung up, so even though my mind (and my cock) really did start thinking of how we’d made love in the shower at the end of our first time together on the trip, I made better use of my time.

“If you were a type of cake, what type of cake would you be?”

“What?” I laughed.

Becca snickered. “Nothing, it’s just a stupid personality quiz I remembered today. Inside joke from high school.”

We talked about nothing for the last five minutes of my drive home, and then another five minutes as I sat in our little parking lot with the drive off. I told her about the fireworks incident. She told me about the latest stink happening on social media about a photographer being weird with models.

“So, did you figure it out?” she asked as we were winding down.

“Figure what out?”

“What kind of cake you are,” she chuckled.

“Oh, well, I guess… hmm,” I said. Then I broke into a grin. “Actually, that’s a pretty easy one. Angel Food Cake, because I’ve got a bunch of Angels around me.”

“Corny,” Becca cried. “Totally corny. I’m telling everyone.”

“I thought it was supposed to be an inside joke?”

“The question was, not your answer,” she snickered. Then she sighed. “God, I love you, Tiger. How the fuck did we get here? In a week?”

A magical App, I thought with a grimace. “Open communication, open hearts, and really great sexual chemistry,” I said instead.

We signed off with I Love You’s, and I finally left the cool of my truck and walked around our building. Cass was parked out front so I knew that my fiancee and my girlfriend were home, and as I came in the front door I cleared my throat. “I’m home,” I announced.

“We’re up here, Tiger,” Cass called. “Don’t come up!”

That… was not what I expected.

“Um, OK,” I called back. “I’d kind of like to get changed?”

There were footsteps and then some of my clothes came flying over the bannister and landed on the stairs.

“No peeking, Tiger,” Cattie said. “We’re getting ready for our two-on-one date and want to wow you.”

“I don’t need anything special to be wowed,” I said. “But I appreciate the effort for me to be extra wowed. Just, uh, remember we’re walking the Strip, so think of your feet.”

“We’ve got it covered, Tiger,” Cass called down. “Now leave us be. Call Zenya, I bet she wants to have some phone sex.”

“She’s streaming right now,” I heard Cattie say.

“Never mind, Zenya’s busy working,” Cass corrected herself. “Just, like… I dunno. Be lovable or whatever.”

I’d grabbed the clothes and shook my head as I headed back towards the kitchen. “Be lovable?” I murmured to myself. “How am I supposed to do that?”

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