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Featuring: [color=008b8b][b]Jericho “My Son Doesn’t Need Me Anymore” Snyder[/b][/color] and [color=40f45f][b]Amity “Yes, He Does” Snyder[/b][/color][/sub][/right]
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[sub][i]Stars of the Show[/i]: 
[color=309b75][b]Damian “Happening” O’Connor[/b][/color] and [color=6175ff][b]Joy “Feels Like the First Time” Darling[/b][/color][/sub][/center]
[indent]For the brief time she was sleeping, Joy had found herself in a surreal dream, where she and Damian were in a retro colored talk show, sitting in large white seats, with the host between them. She looked at her boyfriend with suspicious eyes, calling him out on his lies. All the girls he slept with were in the crowd (though it was just her imagination creating fake lovers). It was like they were on the Maury Show, but the episodes focused on her new found relationship.

Damian gave off this uncaring nonchalance, taking her feelings lightly, which only riled her up more. Joy [i]never[/i] got this riled up. The dream shifted to her talking to a fortune teller with a crystal ball, asking questions of what her future had in store for her, but all Joy could see was white clouds and obscure images. Not being able to predict things was frustrating and her dream displayed the feelings she carried that day up until she left the party and he assured her, she had nothing to worry about. 

Slowly, her eyes opened to see that her face was inches away from Damian’s, who was holding onto her, asleep. Where was Lil’ Boss? 

When Amity came home from picking her husband up, they both found their son and his sitters sleeping on the guest bed. To prevent a nuclear war from happening, since her son did not like waking up in a room that wasn’t his room, Amie quietly separated her child from the two lovebirds and brought him to his room, tucking him in his bed for the night. Thankful that her son had fallen asleep, hoping it would stay that way, Amie decided that Damian was okay in her book. He got her child to sleep, just like he said. 

After tiptoeing out of her son’s bedroom, closing the door behind her, she went to the master bedroom to find her husband. Wrapping her arms around him, she buried her face against his back, into his shirt that he still had on, that smelt like him. [color=40f45f][b]“Still sleeping…”[/b][/color] She mumbled about their son. 

[color=008b8b][b]“Really? Is he a wizard?”[/b][/color] Jericho asked his wife, putting his hands over Amity’s and almost frowning a bit; though she couldn’t see. [color=008b8b][b]“Putting him to sleep is supposed to be my [i]thingggg[/i].”[/b][/color] Surprisingly, Jericho sounded mostly disappointed. He turned around and put his chin on top of Amie’s head. [color=008b8b][b]“Did Tyty just outgrow me? Like he outgrew Sesame Street.”[/b][/color]

[color=40f45f][b]“You’re his father, he’s stuck with you, but yeah, probably. He found a new method to help him sleep.”[/b][/color] Amie teased. She liked this. She liked when their schedules weren’t filled to the brim. She liked the time they shared together. Her time with her family was when she was most happy. 

[color=008b8b][b]“Oh noooo.”[/b][/color] JJ whined, sighing as he kissed her atop the head. [color=008b8b][b]“I’ve outgrown my usefulness. All he’ll want me for now is to beat hard levels in Crash Bandicoot. I’m hurt, my heart has been ripped out of my chest. I just want to be a loving and excellent father, but now some young thundercat has moved in and put my son to sleeps,”[/b][/color] JJ said, before pausing. A brief moment passed, before he spoke up.

[color=008b8b][b]“Hey, I haven’t met him. Is ‘young thundercat’ a good descriptor?”[/b][/color]

[color=40f45f][b]“Yeah, I think that works. He kind of gives me Lion-o vibes. Though, he probably has a awful first impression of me… I was woken up and so was Tyty. I [i]may[/i] have overreacted.”[/b][/color] Amie sheepishly looked up at her lover. [color=40f45f][b]“He drank your juice and I yelled at him!”[/b][/color] 

[color=008b8b][b]“Sounds like you.”[/b][/color]

Meanwhile, in the guest bedroom, Joy quietly caressed her boyfriend’s face. He was her’s. All her’s. And now that they were together, she could do things like this. Her kisses were slow and soft, comforting. In his hold, which loosened momentarily, she climbed on top of him, feeling his chiseled to perfection chest.

Damian didn’t stir as Joy touched him and began to straddle him. Sometime along the way, Damian had taken his shirt off; sleeping with your shirt on was next to impossible. Pants, too. In fact, all Damian had left on was his boxer briefs. He was, however, a very heavy sleeper, and it seemed Joy would have to try a little harder if she wanted to rouse him.

Challenge accepted. There were many routes Joy could take this. She didn’t know if this was the best one to choose from, but staring at his chest made her [i]want[/i] to do it, so she did. With no restraint, Joy bit her boyfriend’s nipple. Because for some reason, that was on her mind, and she wanted to do it. 

This did get a response, but it wasn’t [i]exactly[/i] Damian waking up. Instead, it was Damian sleep talking, [color=309b75][b]“owwww.”[/b][/color] Well, rather [i]sleep whining[/i]. Damian’s arms pulled a little more snugly around Joy, nuzzling her closer to him. [color=309b75][b]“Shhhh, am sleep.”[/b][/color]

[color=6175ff][b]“Damiannnnnn.”[/b][/color] Joy whined back, squirming in his hold. This was a rough pursuit, but she couldn’t give up! A Darling never gave up. Deciding the bold route, she slid her tongue up his body until once again she was back to his face, but this time she thrusted her tongue into his mouth. 

Okay, that one worked. It was hard to [i]not[/i] wake up when something like [i]that[/i] happened. Damian’s eyes opened as he loosened his grip on Joy slightly, pulling out of the kiss, [color=309b75][b]“...good morning, Joy.”[/b][/color] Damian said, staring up at his girlfriend. He was still tired, still half asleep, and offered a question before anything, [color=309b75][b]“Where the little guy?”[/b][/color]

Sitting up, on top of him, Joy turned toward the door, then back down at him, [color=6175ff][b]“My theory is Amie grabbed him. The little guy does NOT like waking up anywhere that isn’t his bedroom.”[/b][/color] Unlike Damian, Joy still had all her clothes on. Once she was asleep, she was out until now, so she didn’t have an opportunity to ask her aunt for a change of clothes. [color=6175ff][b]“Also, it’s like 3am.”[/b][/color] 

[color=309b75][b]“Okay, let’s make out.”[/b][/color] Damian said. He just wanted to make sure that the little guy wasn’t around, in case things got [i]too[/i] heated, which they were almost bound to. That being clarified, though, Damian put his hand on the back of Joy’s hand and parted his lips slightly as he pulled her mouth to his, locking their lips once again.

That didn’t last long, before Joy pulled away, [color=309b75][b]“Waitttt!”[/b][/color] Yes, she wanted this, but she wasn’t ready. Not explaining herself, Joy took off her sweater, so that she was only in her spaghetti strap tank and jeans. Yeah, no, she wasn’t going to take off her pants. If he wanted more, he’d have to work for it.  [color=309b75][b]“Okay, [i]now[/i] let’s make out.”[/b][/color] 

Bringing their lips back together, she ran her hands through his hair, eyes closed, and allowed her actions and body to do the talking. Pressing her small boobs against his well defined chest, she granted access for his tongue to enter the seam of her lips. Unlike on New Years, she was completely sober and everything she did right here and right now was fully intended and not influenced by the courage of alcohol. All her thoughts were obliterated by their kiss. They didn’t need to hurry and she doubted her uncle and aunt would peak in. For once, they could savour each other’s lips, let their desire to touch each other take over, playing a big part in their instincts, and grow hotter and hotter by the second. 

Instinctually, Damian wanted to roll them over so he could be on top. Instinctually. He fought against it, and instead ran his hand down her back and to her butt, gripping it as they kissed. His other hand slid up her side, to her shoulders. Once there, he carefully went about pulling her spaghetti straps down, going slowly at first to gauge her feelings. He didn’t want to pressure her, but Damian had been blue balled quite a few times already with Joy, and didn’t want it to happen again.

Although her cheeks were burning red, from her nervousness and thumping heartbeat, and her body reactively shivered when Damian’s hand trailed down her spine leading to her ass, Joy didn’t push him away. She didn’t fight against this. Instead, she anticipated for more and could feel the heat from her face traveling throughout her veins, straight to her toes. Taking the next move, she oscillated her hips, which hopefully was enough to tell him she was ready.  

As her hips began to move, Damian pulled away from their kiss and moved her head to the side. He took his lips and pressed them against her neck, sucking lightly sucked on her pale flesh. He took his hands and hooked his fingers underneath her shirt, beginning to pull it up and over her torso. Damian broke the kiss on her neck as he pulled the tank-top off the rest of the way, and dropped it over to the side of the bed and down to the floor.

Then, Damian rolled them so he was on top, and smiled down at her. [color=309b75][b]“Finally.”[/b][/color] He muttered, before leaning down to kiss her on the lips once again. As if fate was against them, again, Joy’s phone began to ring, with her designated ringtone for her mother. 

Gently nudging her boyfriend a little up, so she could give him an apologetic look, she whispered,  [color=6175ff][b]“I should take this.”[/b][/color] Yeah, she could hold off and enjoy the moment but it would kill it for her if her mother started to have a panic attack. Joy [i]always[/i] answered when her mother called. Staying on her back, she reached to the nightstand to find her phone and answered it,  [color=6175ff][b]“Hey mommy!”[/b][/color] Okay, yeah, she could totally act like she wasn’t in a position to lose her virginity. 

Keep calm, Joy.

It’s three in the goddamn morning? Why was Jude calling? Why didn’t anyone want them to have sex? Damian was tired of this, but he wasn’t exactly surprised that Jude was calling. She [i]was[/i] kind of the overbearing mother type, even in comparison to his own. Rather than let the the phone call be the end of it though, Damian slid down slightly, and put his lips back on the marked spot on her neck where he’d been before. Without a word, Damian set about sucking on her neck again.

Ignore him for a phone call, huh?

Oh fucking really, Damian? [color=6175ff][b]“Oh? You called…. twice already? I must of… missed it.”[/b][/color] The angel on her shoulder was telling her to push away and go somewhere private to talk to her mother, to ease her worry, but the devil on her other shoulder was telling her to prove to Damian she could do this just fine with him being lewd and stubborn. Holding her phone close to her ear, she looked up to the ceiling and focused on her breathing, [color=6175ff][b]“I fell asleep.... After the project, I went to... Uncle’s for dinner… and decided… to spend… the night.”[/b][/color] 

She was doing a good job, Damian had to admit. But that only encouraged him to do [i]more[/i]. Damian sucked a little harder, and ran one of his cold hands along her now bare stomach. Really, he [i]knew[/i] he could force Joy to make questionable noises, but he wasn’t sure if he [i]should[/i].

[color=6175ff][b]“Oh, it’s okay mom… like I said, if you— you worry. Then call me! Uh, what?”[/b][/color] Jude was questioning why she had many pauses in her speech. Talk better, Joy! [color=6175ff][b]“Oh, my b! I justtt tired. I’m tired.”[/b][/color] It was then that Damian’s other hand completed its mission, and Joy’s jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped.

Everyone knows what happens next.

Embarrassingly so, a high pitched moan escaped Joy’s lips, causing her to slap her mouth closed. [color=6175ff][b]“Yes, mommy?”[/b][/color] There was brief silence as Joy tried to not do that again. What even was that? [color=6175ff][b]“You, mm, want to speak to… him?”[/b][/color] Joy felt like she was caught red handed, but she didn’t know how much Jude really knew. [color=6175ff][b]“Okay!”[/b][/color] Her ‘okay’ turned from low to high, quick, and then Joy rushingly tapped her phone on his head, glaring at him. 

Wait, no.

Damian pulled his lips off of Joy’s neck and winked at her, before he took the phone away, and rolled onto his back, flopping onto the bed. [color=309b75][b]“Hey, auntie.”[/b][/color] He said cheerfully. Damian only had type of speaking voice: confident. [color=309b75][b]“What’s going on?”[/b][/color]

Joy wished she could hear what her mother was saying. There were a lot of words coming out of her phone, but words she could not hear. Turning her body over, she shuffled up to see if she could hear [i]exactly[/i] what was being said. There seemed to be a ‘thanks’ in there. It was too muffled and low! 

[color=309b75][b]“Well, alright. I guess I’ll see you then. Bye, Jude.”[/b][/color] Damian shrugged his shoulder and took the phone away from his ear, handing it to Joy. [color=309b75][b]“I’m coming over for dinner, Saturday.”[/b][/color] He explained as Joy took the phone, before shifting back to a more comfortable position.

[color=6175ff][b]“Wait, did my mom hang up without saying goodbye?”[/b][/color] Joy stared at her phone dumbfoundedly, which no longer had her mother on the other line. [color=6175ff][b]“Am I in trouble? Why are you coming over for dinner? That’s really weird she didn’t say goodbye. Should I call her back?”[/b][/color] 

[color=309b75][b]“Because she’s tired, no, because she loves me, no it isn’t, don’t call her back. Come snuggle so we can sleep.”[/b][/color] Damian quickly rattled off answers to every question she’d asked, then opened his arms for her to come.

Okay, maybe she was overreacting. Maybe it wasn’t that deep. After putting her phone to the side and silencing it, she made her way to him and laid in his arms, [color=6175ff][b]“...so we’re going to sleep?”[/b][/color] She asked him, wondering if her mother’s phone call killed the mood. 

[color=309b75][b]“Yep. Moment’s ruined, sorry baby. I love you.”[/b][/color]

A tomato. She was a tomato. Did Joy hear that right? Did he say he— [color=6175ff][b]“Come again?”[/b][/color] Joy was stunned for a round. 

[color=309b75][b]“I said: The moment is ruined, I'll show you the glorious pleasure of being finished inside later. Then I said sorry baby. Then I said. I.”[/b][/color] Damian kissed her upon the lips, [color=309b75][b]“Love.”[/b][/color] Another kiss on the lips. [color=309b75][b]“[i]You[/i].”[/b][/color] A final kiss, this time upon the nose.

Dead.

Joy was dead.

[sub][color=6175ff][b]“...I love you too.”[/b][/color][/sub] She hid her face, against his chest. 

[color=309b75][b]“That’s my girl.”[/b][/color][/indent]