Post by logan on Feb 13, 2009 9:19:39 GMT -5
Logan: You.. are.. so.. beautiful.. to.. me.
Rolling around in bed with a picture of Megan's face framed in a black and red frame is, Logan. Only suited in a pair of white too small for his waist underwear, love handles dangle over the sides of the cotton material while he playfully rolls around the bed with a picture of Brad Kane's loved one.
Logan: You.. are.. so.. beautiful..
Clinging the picture tightly to his chest.
Logan: To meee!
Bringing the photo to his mouth, he romantically kisses it. This sight is disturbing, maybe not as bad as the time he got intimate with an english man in a hotdog get up, but it scores on the top five of what fat washed up wrestlers do on their spare time. Crawling off the bed, he raises to the feet, rubbing a hand over his stomach indicating he's hungry. The picture frame of Megan Kane is tucked into the front of his underwear before he scurries off to the kitchen. Now inside the comfort of the hotdog'd aroma kitchen, he sits down at the table after grabbing a premade snack out of the fridge. Megan's picture is sat next to his plate piled with hotdogs.
Logan: Last night was magical, thank you.
After taking a huge bite of hotdog, he leans in kissing the glass frame of the photo, leaving a bit of mustard on Megan's lips.
Logan: Oh.. uh, you've got a little.. um..
Addressing the photograph, he wets the end of his finger by licking it and then wiping the mustard contents off the photo.
Logan: There we go, you look much better now.. heh, even though I probably would eat you with mustard, baby.
Toning his voice into an higher pitch.
Megan (logan's voice): Oh, Romeo. Hehe.
Logan: You doll.
Throwing a sly smile into the direction of Megan's photo before taking another gulp of hotdog. All the while he chews he stares into Megan's eyes.
Logan: Hungry? ..Yeah?
Pushing the end of his half eaten hotdog against the picture.
Megan (logan's voice): Yum. Yum.
Logan: Eat up honey bun, for your going need some energy when we do the "you know what" again.
Winking, he really felt that line sealed the deal. Score!
Megan (logan's voice): If only God made every man like you.
They share a brief laugh together which composes of Logan laughing in high pitched than in normal tone.
Megan (logan's voice): So, um, Logan.. I was thinking.
Standing up from the kitchen table he pinches his own nipples.
Logan: Yes my love?!
Megan (logan's voice): OHehehe, no, no silly not that.
Shrugging, he sits back down.
Logan: Oh, because I was close to arguing that last nights nipple treatment left things a little raw, and any more nip play might as well be torture from here on out.
Megan (logan's voice): I was thinking, how about today you put a little ketchup on your hotdog?
Completely applaud, hotdog fragments spit through his lips shooting across the table.
Logan: What?!
Megan (logan's voice): Well, I dunno.. ketchup goes great on hotdogs.
His face emotionless as he blinks staring into the photo.
Logan: Your not over Brad, I fuckin' knew it. What's your goal here? Hm? You getting a kick out of this?
Megan (logan's voice): Ketchup!
He scrambles away from the photo, nearly falling over his chair as he does so, he does manage to grab another hotdog from the plate before he gets within safe distance of Megan's photograph. He bites into the hotdog, a look of shock overwhelming his face.
Logan: I thought you said we'd put the past behind us. Your not over Kane, your working for him aren't you? I knew this thing smelt fishy from the get go. Huh?! You manage to bug this place too while I was sleeping? You dirty Brad lover. You dirty spy. Rot in hell with your ketchup!
In a fit of rage he throws the hotdog at Megan's picture, knocking it off the table and shattering the glass frame into pieces. After a triumphant moment, he soon realizes what he's done, empathically rushing over to the destroyed photo trying to piece it back together.
Rolling around in bed with a picture of Megan's face framed in a black and red frame is, Logan. Only suited in a pair of white too small for his waist underwear, love handles dangle over the sides of the cotton material while he playfully rolls around the bed with a picture of Brad Kane's loved one.
Logan: You.. are.. so.. beautiful..
Clinging the picture tightly to his chest.
Logan: To meee!
Bringing the photo to his mouth, he romantically kisses it. This sight is disturbing, maybe not as bad as the time he got intimate with an english man in a hotdog get up, but it scores on the top five of what fat washed up wrestlers do on their spare time. Crawling off the bed, he raises to the feet, rubbing a hand over his stomach indicating he's hungry. The picture frame of Megan Kane is tucked into the front of his underwear before he scurries off to the kitchen. Now inside the comfort of the hotdog'd aroma kitchen, he sits down at the table after grabbing a premade snack out of the fridge. Megan's picture is sat next to his plate piled with hotdogs.
Logan: Last night was magical, thank you.
After taking a huge bite of hotdog, he leans in kissing the glass frame of the photo, leaving a bit of mustard on Megan's lips.
Logan: Oh.. uh, you've got a little.. um..
Addressing the photograph, he wets the end of his finger by licking it and then wiping the mustard contents off the photo.
Logan: There we go, you look much better now.. heh, even though I probably would eat you with mustard, baby.
Toning his voice into an higher pitch.
Megan (logan's voice): Oh, Romeo. Hehe.
Logan: You doll.
Throwing a sly smile into the direction of Megan's photo before taking another gulp of hotdog. All the while he chews he stares into Megan's eyes.
Logan: Hungry? ..Yeah?
Pushing the end of his half eaten hotdog against the picture.
Megan (logan's voice): Yum. Yum.
Logan: Eat up honey bun, for your going need some energy when we do the "you know what" again.
Winking, he really felt that line sealed the deal. Score!
Megan (logan's voice): If only God made every man like you.
They share a brief laugh together which composes of Logan laughing in high pitched than in normal tone.
Megan (logan's voice): So, um, Logan.. I was thinking.
Standing up from the kitchen table he pinches his own nipples.
Logan: Yes my love?!
Megan (logan's voice): OHehehe, no, no silly not that.
Shrugging, he sits back down.
Logan: Oh, because I was close to arguing that last nights nipple treatment left things a little raw, and any more nip play might as well be torture from here on out.
Megan (logan's voice): I was thinking, how about today you put a little ketchup on your hotdog?
Completely applaud, hotdog fragments spit through his lips shooting across the table.
Logan: What?!
Megan (logan's voice): Well, I dunno.. ketchup goes great on hotdogs.
His face emotionless as he blinks staring into the photo.
Logan: Your not over Brad, I fuckin' knew it. What's your goal here? Hm? You getting a kick out of this?
Megan (logan's voice): Ketchup!
He scrambles away from the photo, nearly falling over his chair as he does so, he does manage to grab another hotdog from the plate before he gets within safe distance of Megan's photograph. He bites into the hotdog, a look of shock overwhelming his face.
Logan: I thought you said we'd put the past behind us. Your not over Kane, your working for him aren't you? I knew this thing smelt fishy from the get go. Huh?! You manage to bug this place too while I was sleeping? You dirty Brad lover. You dirty spy. Rot in hell with your ketchup!
In a fit of rage he throws the hotdog at Megan's picture, knocking it off the table and shattering the glass frame into pieces. After a triumphant moment, he soon realizes what he's done, empathically rushing over to the destroyed photo trying to piece it back together.
