𝙁𝙍𝙀𝘿-104

Sure you don’t, you horny bastard…

He’d saved the best part of the toast for last, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯.

The light clink of their glasses sealed the toast and he tipped his glass along with hers.

A second on the tongue before he arched his brow. It was new combination, to be sure.

“Well, what do you think? Do I pass muster?”

into each of them.

“I give you a Cosmopolitan. Supposed to be on the sweeter side.”

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 was the part he might not be so confident about. He’d never had one.

Picking them up, he handed one to her.

“To a successful mission, and safe returns.”

“About ten minutes ago.” He replied, a solid smirk spreading across his face. “Had to grab a few things, but…”

He leaned over towards the small side table, grabbed a strainer and set it over one of the now opened steel cups.

Two glasses sat waiting, and he deftly poured a reddish pink liquid +

#SpartanSunday

Entertainment? Hmmm. He’ll carry on then.

Understood. He’ll try to keep the noise to a minimum.

Oh. Well then…

Is he being 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥?

Ragdolling a Brute training dummy on the sparring floor.

Alternate #SpartanSunday

Just trying to help him keep his dignity is all.

Helps @spartanofluck.bsky.social pick his jaw up off the deck.

Hmmm… Sunday.

What a day… 😏

No nerds here…

#SpartanSunday #SexySunday

Shut it.

arrived, she’d find him shaking a drink between stainless steel cups.

“An extra five? Bonus.” He gave a cheeky grin, and gave a little shrug.

“It will be.”

Fred wasn’t worried. It was a simple thing, provided he could get the ingredients on the quick.

“See you in twenty.”

Armor bay, armor off. Trip to the officers mess. Ingredients and gear acquired.

When she +

😧

Art @ voidspawn01 on X

#SpartanSaturday

Let’s see how he lands first.

He flies pretty good.

For a brick.

Glorious, indeed.

" 𝐈'𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 , 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 , 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 . . . "

“I think I know just the thing.” Fred nodded slowly before glancing towards the corridor.

“My quarters. Fifteen minutes?”