"And you don't picture me in weird clothes?" Keira asked, holding out a beer behind her. She waited until he grabbed it before she straightened up. Smiling she leaned up and pressed her lips against his cheek before clinking their bottles together. "My underwear is a lot more fancy and complex than when I was eighteen is what I'm saying. Speaking of I'm going to change out of this, you sit and try not to mess with my plants! And then I want to see your tat!"
Keira laughed at his assessment about her dad dropping round though. That would just get their luck. Climbing up the stairs, she tugged off her top not caring if Roosevelt saw. It wasn't like he'd seen her a hundred times before. Kicking a box further under her bed, she unzipped her skirt before slipping it down her legs.
"So... Come on tell me where you got it? The tat," Keira called down, bending down to pick up the well worn guys shirt she tended to wear to bed. Turning so all Roosevelt could see was her back, Keira unhooked her bra before sliding it off. Tugging the shirt on, she pulled her hair through before coming back down the stairs. "Show me the goods Teddy."
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Date: 2015-03-22 09:08 pm (UTC)"And you don't picture me in weird clothes?" Keira asked, holding out a beer behind her. She waited until he grabbed it before she straightened up. Smiling she leaned up and pressed her lips against his cheek before clinking their bottles together. "My underwear is a lot more fancy and complex than when I was eighteen is what I'm saying. Speaking of I'm going to change out of this, you sit and try not to mess with my plants! And then I want to see your tat!"
Keira laughed at his assessment about her dad dropping round though. That would just get their luck. Climbing up the stairs, she tugged off her top not caring if Roosevelt saw. It wasn't like he'd seen her a hundred times before. Kicking a box further under her bed, she unzipped her skirt before slipping it down her legs.
"So... Come on tell me where you got it? The tat," Keira called down, bending down to pick up the well worn guys shirt she tended to wear to bed. Turning so all Roosevelt could see was her back, Keira unhooked her bra before sliding it off. Tugging the shirt on, she pulled her hair through before coming back down the stairs. "Show me the goods Teddy."