This choice: Later, a night of feeding and exercise • Go Back...Chapter #4Later, a night of feeding and exercise by: Unknown That evening, like so many others, Miranda found herself round at Mark's dorm room. He'd kept his promise and given her a back rub, which had inevitably led - as he'd probably planned all along - to an impromptu love making session. She figured he'd earned it, after trapsing round the museum with her earlier.
Tired from their long day and vigorous sex, the contented couple were now ensconced on the sofa half-watching a movie, Mike sprawling back with one arm dangled over the chariarm, Miranda lying curled up with her head in his lap, vaguely watching the flashing lights of some crappy action film from a sideways angle and listening to the boom and crash from the TV accompanied by the crunching of her boyfriend grazing on a bowl of nachos that he'd balanced on the side of her ass.
Having no interest in the film, and with her eyelids getting heavy Miranda was just beginning to droop off into sleep, when a strange noise startled her awake.
Grrrawwwmmm
At first she dismissed it as a particularly large explosion on the TV. But when the noise repeated itself she realised it had come from the opposite direction.
"Did you skip dinner?" she asked, keeping very still, not wanting to disturb the nacho bowl - a bowl which she felt Mark's hand dig quite aggressively into now.
"scmmph mmph No," he grunted through a mouthful. "All that mmph walking munch earlier must've given me an appetite."
As his belly growled again, he reached once more into the bowl.
"Ugh, I'm out!" His groan of annoyance was echoed by his stomach.
Miranda jumped up from the couch, suddenly feeling quite sprightly. "I'll get ya something," she said sweetly. Planting a kiss on her boyfriend's cheek, she padded through to the kitchen.
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Typical guy, thought Miranda with a sigh, as she gazed into the cool refrigerator, which contained nothing but a six pack of beer and a mouldy slice of pizza.
"What we got babe?" called Mark's voice from the lounge - with a note of urgency, Miranda thought.
"Nothing going, I'm afraid," she said sticking her head round the door. Her boyfriend sat on the couch, frowning in discomfort and absently stroking his stomach. An idea hit her.
"But reception's still open. I'll jog on down and get you some snacks from the vending machines," she offered, feeling slightly surprised how enthusiastic she felt at the idea. It was a big campus and reception was a good five minute jog away.
"I actually quite feel like a run," she added, wincing sympathetically as Mark's poor stomach rumbled like an earthquake.
"Ooof. Do you? Well how about running to Angelo's and fetching me a pizza?" he said sarcastically.
He was shocked when Miranda lifted a thoughtful finger to her chin.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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