<span style="font-weight: bold">Samantha Belweather</span><br/><br/>“Great,” I said, kicking off my heels and curling onto the couch. My stomach gurgled, as it digested the stockboy who’d been my dinner. “Coffeemachine’s in the kitchen.” It was clearly an expectation, an instruction. “Jules,” I said, softly, if and as he turned to prepare our drink. “It’s important that you get this right,” I said.<br/><br/>The coffeemachine, when Jules reaches it, is some complex of pipes that only a barrista or a brainsurgeon would be comfortable with…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Melissa</span><br/><br/>“Yeah,” I said, patting Clif’s strong stomach comfortingly. “Rule one of being my boyfriend is no getting digested by anyone but me,” I grinned. “Rule<span style="font-style: italic">two</span>is work hard so you can buy nice things for me. Anyway,” I paused, rubbing his chest, letting my fingers wander around, down the small of his back, onto his equally-toned ass, “you’d better get out of here. That workout has left me feeling a bit peckish, and I’d hate to ‘dump’ you when we’ve only just gotten together,” I said, stretching up on tiptoe plant a little kiss against his dripping jawline.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">OOC:</span>Xarces, since Naomi is probably going to unbirth Jess, do you want to take over one or the other of them… I’ve no particular desire to play that scene with myself. Ah - that is, assuming anyone's still interested in continuing this(?)