Status Updates From The Snow Falcon

“Want some coffee?” he’d asked. He’d got up and gone to the stove, wondering where the hell the coffee pot was, then remembering he’d put it under the desk after he’d taken a leak in it earlier because he didn’t want to go outside.

“At first she didn’t feel anything, just the sensation of his mouth against her own, then a kind of pleasant warm syrupy feeling was starting to happen somewhere in her middle, and she didn’t want to let go of it just yet.”

Syrupy?!?! Ewwwwww.