Summer: *gives Isaac pie because pi day*
\nIsaac: *looks overwhelmingly excited* Really?!
\nSummer: *makes a bemused face* Yes really.
\nIsaac: *looks at the pie* Do I get a fork?
\nSummer: *shows him a fork* You have to buy the fork.
\nIsaac: *makes a confused puppy face* Buy it?
\nSummer: *holds up her face to his and looks expectant* Yes.
\nIsaac: …With kisses? I can pay in kisses.
\nSummer: *looks more expectant and puts the fork behind her back*
\nIsaac: *leans in and kisses her nose*
\nSummer: *frowns slightly and does not give fork*
\nIsaac: *kisses the corner of her mouth*
\nSummer: *contemplates and gives over the fork* And you have to leave me one piece.
\nIsaac: *kisses her sweetly and smile* You’re the best.
\nSummer: You’re biased. *laughs*
\nIsaac: *scrunches his nose* Naaaahhh.
\nSummer: Just a little. And don’t give any to the cat.
\nIsaac: *takes a bite of pie* …
\nSummer: *eyes him because she made that pie thank you*
\nIsaac: … *swallows slowly* I need 5,000 of these. Stat.
\nSummer: You’d explode.
\nIsaac: IT WOULD BE WORTH IT.
\nSummer: Not for me!
\nIsaac: *pouts* Okay what about 500?
\nSummer: *shakes a finger at him* No.
\nIsaac: *thinks* …50?
\nSummer: Only if you clean up the kitchen every time I make some.
\nIsaac: YAY. *glomps her*
\nSummer: *squeaks*
\nIsaac: *hugs her* Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaank youuuuuu.
\nSummer: *squeaks more*
\nIsaac: *kisses her cheek*
\nSummer: My apartment is going to smell like pie for YEARS.
\nIsaac: If we have a lot of sex we can cover up the smell.
\nSummer: *starts to laugh so hard she has to lean on the wall*
\nIsaac: *grins and eats more pie*
\nSummer: *gasps* We are not going to have that much sex, Isaac. *grinning like an idiot tho*
\nIsaac: *pouts* Why noooot?
\nSummer: One, we both have classes. Two, I don’t have your stamina. *giggling* Three, chafing.
\nIsaac: *sighs* Okay so not TOO MUCH sex. But still lots of sex.
\nSummer: *smothering her grin* Yep, you’re seventeen.
\nIsaac: *looks offended* Fine then, no sex. I’ve spent the last few years mastering the art of masturbation. I can handle myself.
\nSummer: Somehow I don’t think that’s going to be as good. *pouts a little* Am I not sexy?
\nIsaac: *raises an eyebrow* You’re super sexy. But you’re meeeeeeaaaaan.
\nSummer: I am going to make you pie for weeks! How is that mean?!
\nIsaac: *looks confused* …I’m gonna eat another bite of pie. Then can we have sex?
\nSummer: *breaks up into helpless giggles*
\nIsaac: *eats a bite of pie before walking over and throwing her over his shoulder*
\nSummer: *stabs at him with her fingernails*
\nIsaac: *whines* Why are you doing that.
\nSummer: I am dangling down your back! *tries to give him a wedgie*<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Summer: *gives Isaac pie because pi day* Isaac: *looks overwhelmingly excited* Really?! Summer: *makes a bemused face* Yes really. Isaac: *looks at the pie* Do I get a fork? Summer: *shows him a fork* You have to buy the fork. Isaac: *makes a confused puppy face* Buy it? Summer: *holds up her face to his … Continue reading <\/span>