At him running a hand through her hair, she groaned a bit, her eyes slowly opening. She glared up at the sun. "Too. Fucking. Early. And my legs hurt like you wouldn't believe." She pouted and buried her face back into his chest. "Mmmph…I want pancakes. But I actually can't walk…" This morning was altogether a good morning. She would even be happy, if her legs didn't feel like they had been torn out of each socket and then beat against some brick walls before stuffed really roughly back into their sockets again. She made cute little huff and "mmph" sounds in pouty resistance to having to leave her bedroom. Her neck was also sore from the bite marks and light small hickies.
The man let out a soft laughter as he slowly sat up.
“You don’t have to force yourself… I can go find a hot dog somewhere if you can’t manage to stand up…” he gave a rather surprising yawn as he looked back at her.
“You’re amazing I know that…” he leaned in to kiss her forehead gently “…but please don’t force yourself if you can’t do it this morning…”
"I said you could bang me as rough as you'd like if YOU agreed to carrying me everywhere. So pick me up, nobel steed. I have chocolate chip pancakes to make." She wrapped around him in one last tight hug before letting go. "Oh and get on some pants. Don't want people seeing your ding dong. And…hand me mine would ya?" She said this as she rolled over on her stomach and dragged herself to the side of the bed to make it easier for him to pick her up.
Connor smirked softly and nodded to her words. He went over to get the sports shorts he had on last night. He put the shorts back on before he was about to give Evelyn the pink panties she had. He then decided against it, kneeling down in front of her to put the panties on her himself. He then turned around, wrapping his arms around her legs and slowly standing up with her on his back.
“O-oh… you’re much lighter than I thought you were—“ he commented with a small smirk.
“To the kitchen? Milady?”
"Yes sir. What, don't like me wearing your shirt?" She giggled. "Only teasing. Also yeah I have eating problems. I only weigh 106 pounds. You could chuck me like a football if you really wanted too." She wrapped her arms around his neck, legs around his waist, and kissed his cheek. "I love you sugar." She said sweetly, in a sleepy morning voice.
“I love you too you sweet thing—“ he then proceeded to carry her to the kitchen. “Now that I’m here, I’m gonna make you eat more. Your body is gonna thank you at some point down the line,” he spoke, getting into the kitchen and sighing at the cat which was nuzzling against his leg.
“Are they always like this?”
"Precious? Oh yeah no she's just hungry. She's a lover for sure. I'm glad she likes you though. Alright set me down. I can do 90% of my cooking by sitting on my counter it'll be fine. A mess. I may get burned. But it'll be fine. Hold on Presh Presh, just hold on pretty girl. Set me down I gotta feed her."
Connor was hesitant at first but slowly lowered down so Evelyn could stand on her own.
“Alright sweet thing,” he turned to ruffle her hair softly before he leaned down to pick up the cat.
“Don’t get in mommy’s way, alright?” He went over to the couch in the living room space and sat down, setting Precious on the seat beside him.
Precious hopped off the couch and immediately ran to the kitchen at the sound of the cat food tin opening and being set down, before Evelyn, slowly and wobbly, got out her ingredients and began to sing pancakes. Suddenly she called out. "ALEXA! PLAY MY PICK ME UP PLAYLIST ON YOUTUBE MUSIC!" Of course Alexa responded and suddenly it started playing Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles. Evelyn sang and hummed along as she cooked. Her morning was getting brighter and brighter by the minute. "Oh love? Can you get me some pain killers out of the medicine cabinet? It should be in the mirror above the sink in the bathroom." She said this while mixing the batter, continuing to hum along. (THEY ARE SO PRESH I LOVE THEM SO MUUUUUUCH 10/10 my favorite roleplay with Evelyn,thus far. Don't tell anyone else tho)
Connor turned when she called to him.
“Aight.” He replied simply, standing up and walking over to the bathroom. He looked through the cabinet, his reddened eyes scanned the contents of said cabinet before he picked out the painkillers. He was about to leave when he turned back to the mirror. He looked deep into the mirror, sighing to himself and smiling.
“So this is how it feels to be loved…” he muttered to himself…
…this feels much better than a successful hunt.
“Babe, I’ll set them down on the counter,” he said to her as he did exactly as he claimed to do, set the medicine on the counter.
She kissed his cheek and took the pain killer. "Thank you honey." She grinned and began to actually make the pancakes,as the next song came on. It was Girls In Bikinis by Poppy!. She sang right along. It sounded bad and groggy but she was enjoying herself as she served up the first plate of pancakes with butter and syrup, and carefully set it down on the table. "Whaddya wanna drink honey?"
“Orange juice is fine, thank you…” He spoke in a low voice as he looked at the pancake. He eventually smiled though, cutting off a small piece and plopping it in his mouth.
“Ugh— I forgot the syrup—“ he chuckled at his own mistake, slathering the pancakes with a generous drizzle of syrup and continued eating.
“It’s really good…”
"I only have apple juice is that ok?" She asked as she made her own pancakes- "Also I'm glad you like em!" She giggled and danced around the kitchen suddenly doing a mini guitar solo before finishing up her own pancakes and getting herself some milk.
“Yup, that’s fine love,” since when had he started calling her names… didn’t they meet just yesterday? Why and how had he softened towards her this much in just one day and one night? He didn’t have an answer to the questions but… as he looked up at her, he thought that maybe an answer wasn’t needed.
“I’ll do the poisoning on a later day…” he mentioned subtly, continuing with the pancakes.
"Aw puddin' you'd do that for me?" She said in her best Harley Quinn voice before setting down his drink and her meal, diving in, humming along a bit to the music.
“Maybe,” he mentioned, finishing the last of his pancakes and smiling back up at her.
“Aren’t you gonna put on some clothes? Isn’t it a bit cold?” He spoke, rubbing his arms softly.
"Eh. Clothes are for loosers. I'll pop out the eyes of anyone who stares too long. Except for you of course my love. I love your eyes too much for that." She kissed his eyebrows, which was. Weird. But. Sweet. "Besides you put my panties on for me, good enough for now. You'd have to carry me all the way back and then helped me get dressed and I'm not a 2 year old dude. But. If you could take our dishes to the sink and rinse them off that would be fantastic." She said this as she finished wolfing down her food and drained the glass of milk. (Which brings up my question. Just how kinky do we want to get here because Evelyn is in the ddlg community and a sub so I just…want to know what you are okay with and what Connor could handle in terms of this roleplay.)
(I can handle anything and I think I can work with most things thrown at me)
Connor nodded, taking the plates, utensils, and glasses to the sink and started to do them. He hummed soft and low tone as he did them. When he finished, he went back to Evelyn and held her up in a ‘princess carry’ way to the couch. He set her down beside himself, letting her legs stretch on his lap.
“I was just asking. You know I don’t mind either way,” he smirked softly, looking at her body up and down, eyeing several parts of her body.
“I suppose you’ve heard this from many of your ex’s already but your body looks amazing…” he noted, running his fingers on her leg.
"Hmm. Thank you. I'm glad you agree." She kissed his cheek. "Well. I think they mean I look wonderful but it comes off as rude, sexual, and usually pretty sexist as well." She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder, and felt a question come up. "Hey so…what…what did you think of me calling you master? I just. I'm a kinkster. I'm not going to hide that from you. And so, if you're going to date me what you…can and can't handle is important for me to know. Your opinion matters. So…yeah." She kinda trailed off awkwardly, really not knowing how to end that sentence before looking up at him with wide eyes." (Full kinkage then. Got it!)
Connor looked into her eyes sharply when she continued to speak, smiling somewhat calmly when she asked.
“You can use ‘master’ if you like to only when we’re indoors. When we’re out in public, I’d rather you call me other, less seductive, things, alright?” He spoke softly as he ruffled her hair.
“You don’t want me getting excited outdoors now, do you?” He laughed softly after he spoke.
(Oh god XD)
"Maybe I do, master." She said the last part in a sassy and rude tone, not the lustful cries of the night before. Her arms wrapped around him and kissed his neck softly. (Yis. Bottom Evelyn shall try to train. This will be interesting)
“You’re making this very hard for me not to get excited, you know that, right?” He laughed softly, pulling her back gently before kissing the top of her forehead.
“Do you want to go anywhere today?” He asked softly, brushing her hair with his fingers.
(I’d like to see her try to take down Connor’s dom energy :>)
"Hmmm. Connor. Upon the fact that I was barely able to stand in the kitchen. No. I nearly fell like 5 times. Unless you want to be my personal pack mule for everywhere I go, I would rather not." She said this while nuzzling into him. "I love you but gosh are my legs sore." (She can't. And she knows she can't. But she's a Certified Brat so. We shall see.)
“I see…” he spoke as he looked towards the door before back at her again.
“Need me to get anything for you? I want to go buy some drinks,” he claimed before looking at the bathroom.
“Okay, maybe I should take a shower first,” he laughed, looking back at her as if asking for her to move just enough for him to move to the bathroom.
(Yes, we’ll see indeed!)
