<hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Josette<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom -> Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Andrew, Kim, Open<br/><hr/><br/>When Andrew woke and shifted, Josette pouted in her sleep and reached for him. Though she was known at work to be a hard line, precision oriented, tough as nail bi... professional, at home, with the man she loved and the children she adored, she was a softer, warmer and more cuddlesome person. It was like she'd learned that to succeed out in the word you had to force it to meet you on your terms, prepared to prove, 'yes, I'm the best' in every moment. With Andrew, she'd created an oasis of tenderness and affection that meant so much to her. Here, she didn't have to be the strong one, she had him for that. NOT that she needed him to be strong, she just liked allowing him to show his love by doing the things a man can do to care for his family. Yes, it was terribly anti-feminist of her, but didn't having the power to chose mean determining when to give up 'power' and just give into love?<br/><br/>Hearing Andrew's sighs made Josette snuggle closer to him and his roving hand made her arch her back and press her body into his caress like a lazy cat that was being petted. She kissed him back and reached out to him, inviting him to stay and continue lavishing his attention on her. Although she very much wanted to, she said nothing to gain say him, instead nodding as she pouted prettily in acknowledgement that he was telling her to sleep in. "Croissants," she begged in a somnambulant murmur as he toyed with her breast before sliding out of bed. She did peek at him and took a moment to admire the long, battle hardened frame of the man of her dreams, enjoying the sight of his rippling muscles as he stretched. She rolled over onto her stomach and dozed off again as he took his shower and missed the show as he got into his jeans.<div class="floatright">(http://oi65.tinypic.com/9iwkea.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Though she didn't sleep much longer, Josette woke refreshed and with a spring in her step. She looked around as she   instinctively reached for Andrew then remembered why she couldn't find him. "Zoot alour, je suis un foue," she muttered to herself as she chided herself for the pangs of worry that shot through her. She knew there was no reason to panic, and as she ran a hand through her hair she muttered, "Shows what happens when he leaves you un-fucked." Deciding coffee was the answer to all that ailed her, Josette decided to go downstairs. Before she did so she slipped on a cute little white shift, eschewing any underwear, and headed down into the kitchen.<br/><br/>"Bon jour, ma petite," Josette said tenderly to Kim as she spied her out of her room. She made to move behind her to give her a good morning hug. "Does the government still stand?" She teased the little hacker, a joke that started up between them after Josette watched Mr. Robot. The show gave her perspective on Kim's skills she'd never had before and developed in her mom a grudging respect for what a hacker can do. So she'd started wondering aloud when Kim would be responsible for the collapse of society as we know it.