❤️😌 Happy Accident 😌❤️ (F4A) (Witch Girlfriend) (High on Potion Fumes) (Baby! Come Join Me) (Snuggling in Front of the Fire) (Soft Kisses)

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Bedsheets downstairs? Who would've thunk? But I knew it to be rosy-toasty-crowsy in front of the fire.

A long day of potion-making will do that to a girl. Moan. I'm not gonna make it back upstairs, am I? Well.

Who says the bedroom has to be upstairs anyway? That is small-minded, conservative thinking if I ever sunk it. I'm a witch of many parts and possibilities.

If I want a bedroom downstairs, gosh darn it. I can have a bedroom downstairs. I will not be oppressed in this way.

Well, it's not really oppression, it's more people-pressure. People-pressure, people-peer. Peer-pressure, that's the one.

Whether you're people or peer, stop pressuring me. And on other people, this is why people turn to food and alcohol and genitals. They can't take the peer or the people or the pressure.

So just stop and let me have a bedroom downstairs. You fascist, oppressive, people-peers. Oh, I'm glad we got it that sorted.

Fire. So beautiful. So cozy.

So capable of absolute decimation of Australian forests. I mean, I don't really hold it against you. Something this beautiful cannot possibly be tamed.

But the next time if you could think of the koalas, that would be appreciated. Mm-hmm. You should just be in living rooms everywhere, toasty-roasty-cozy-wozy-dozy.

Making old witches like me feel like a little baby all tucked up in a nest. Mm. Mm-hmm.

You do a good job, Sparky-Spark. Mm. And I'm happy to have you in this little hollow.

Mm. Huh? Speaking of happy to have you.

.. Aloha. Aloha.

Who could it be? Who could it be? Who could it be? It's the baby.

Hello. How are you? I'm a-rooting-tooting-booting-scooting-something.

Nothing. I just had a long day of potion-fiddling, and. ..

I might have accidentally ingested something I didn't realize what it was, but it matters not, because the bonus for you and I is. .. I haven't been this relaxed in a long time.

Which means zero anxiety, no stress, and smooshes by the fire with the best. .. Mm-hmm.

What can I say? I'm an eternal cautious optimist in calm. Calm hither, take thou for butch.

I don't want money in Asanji's bedsheets, please. Mm-hmm. Thank you.

Calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm. Under an enemy you go. Mm-hmm.

Mm. .. Mm.

.. Mm. ..

Mm. .. Why are you so pretty? Why? What is the point? This is an excess of attractiveness if I ever saw.

You should be ashamed. You have taken from the genetic masses and you are hoarding all the pretty for yourself. I mean, I'm not going to argue because it benefits me, but still.

Shame. I'm just joking. Don't feel ashamed.

You're so beautiful. Got your nose. And your chin.

And your cheek. And this cheek. And all over your face.

Mm. .. Rest on my boobies, please.

Mm. .. Mm.

.. Mm. ..

Mm. .. Only you with your logic and your senses and your obsession with labels.

Potion making is intuitive, okay? Comes from a place deep inside. I do not want to stifle the labels.

Ah, an organization. Filing cabinets. Don't bring that practicalness into magic.

Mm. .. Well, this is just a happy accident.

Why can't you just embrace? Don't be silly. I'm able to sniff out poison.

Well, have I ever been poisoned thus far? This isn't poison. This is.

.. A relaxant. A vacation for my brain.

Mm. .. Ah, fine.

I shall label the deli once. Mm. ..

Are you happy? Are you satisfied that you're stifling my art? Mm.

.. It is sweet that you don't want me to die, though. Mm-hm.

You're so romantic not wishing my death. Mm. ..

Mm. .. Your forehead needed kisses.

Mm. .. Ah, you are the fluff that smooshes and keeps on fluffin'.

I like ya, and I appreciate ya, and. .. How do you feel about sleeping down here tonight? They got to you, too? They've infected you with upstairs bedroom propaganda.

I made it all cozy, and I bewitched the fire to crackle all night long. I brought down the bedsheets, and I brought down myself. What more do you need? Mm-hm.

Exactly. Mm. ..

Mm. .. Your forehead is in very great need of kisses.

Mm. .. Mm.

.. Mm. ..

Mm-hm. .. Mm-hm.

.. Mm-hm. ..

Mm-hm. .. Mm.

.. How long does it take for this stuff to wear off? Oh.

.. Oh. ..

Well, here I am for a cozy, toesy, rosy night, then. Mm. ..

Mm. .. You never told me how it was your day.

Spill the beans that must be spilled. Mm. ..

Mm. .. Well, that is very good.

We will take okay over shitty. Mm-hm. Mm.

.. Mm-hm. ..

Mm-hm. .. Mm-hm.

.. Mm. ..

Mm. .. Big stretch? Mm.

.. Oh, this is stuff. Mm-hm.

.. Stretches are underrated. Everybody talks about orgasms and this and that, but.

.. Have you ever had a good stretch? Mm? Have you ever stopped cramping its tracks and said, No.

You will not paralyze me with a disproportionate amount of pain. Mm-hm. You feel victorious.

I remember the first time I ever got cramp, and my mom was like, It's just cramp. I was like, What? Just? There's no just.

Cramp is a mother-trucker. Ain't it? Mm-hm.

But I do love the stretches, and I do love the snuggles. Mm-hm. ..

I'm a witch with needs, don't you judge me. Mm. ..

Mm-hm. .. Speaking of needs.

.. Do you know what time it is? Oh, I think you do.

It is. .. Jet-packing time.

Mm. .. Would it feel so good to hike up behind you and give you a squeeze? Mm.

.. Rub my face in your back. Mm.

.. Mm-mm. Me or Vixborn yesterday is my turn.

Mm-hm. Stop hogging the favorite spot and share. It is my turn.

And since I am intoxicated with special medicine, I feel you should just go easy on me. Let me have my way in the snugs. Mm.

.. Mm. ..

Meow. You heckin' good egg! You heckin' cuty putty mawoody sa-sooty sa-sooty so-sooty so-sooty so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so.

You are a good bean. Mm-hm. Oh.

.. Did the good bean just say we should order pizza? Well, now you're an even better bean.

Mm-hm-hm-hm. Mm. ..

pepperoni. One of the stuffed crusts. Mm-hm.

Mm. .. Heh.

See, now that's a good question. I was trying to find something. ..

to calm my nerves, help me relax, and just. .. be all chill.

And I think I found it. Well, I actually thought it was a meat flower, but, uh. ..

Whatever works, right? When aromatherapy fails. ..

this stuff's not so bad. I mean, I'm not gonna make it happen, obviously, but. ..

What's life without a little accidental indigestion? Indigestion? Mm-hm-hm.

Not indigestion. I don't know. And more importantly right now, I don't care.

Which I know must be very confusing for you. Because I'm normally a little bit of a stickler for that sort of thing. And I know, and I'm sorry that sometimes I'm just so wound, wound, wound, wound tight.

I just want to do good work, and I want my potions to sell, and I want people to do well. And as long as I was with my. ..