Throwaway because reasons….
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It was lunch time. AC/DC was playing quietly in the background and Tamryn was standing in the kitchen, buttering bread for a sandwich for her and James. Her hips were swaying while she worked, her hair golden hair turning red in the sunlight as it bounced, and her foot was tapping to the rhythm of “You shook me all night long”. The scent of a cigarette burning out wafted in through the window. James came into the kitchen from outside, and slid his hands around Tamryn’s waist, and kissed her shoulder.
“Hey, I’m making sandwiches for lunch, they’ll be ready soon.” She said, and he kissed her shoulder again, and gently ran his fingers from her waist, up her spine, up the nape of her neck, and curled his fingers around the roots of her hair. He tilted her head and caressed her throat with his lips. “You haven’t made time for me today,” James whispered. “I’d like your attention now.” He brought his hand up, over her stomach and slipped it under her T-shirt, and gently pinched her nipple. He kissed her throat again, and then just below her ear. He breathed and whispered, “I want you so badly.”