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The door opens with a soft click,
“Welcome back,” Ishmael says from the bed, not looking up from her journal. Queequeg smiles and shrugs off her whaling bag and harpoon. The clatter made Ishmael look up from her journal, swinging her legs off the bed, and walks into the arms of her lover.
A smirk pulls across the ginger's face “Whatcha’ got there?” she asks with a chuckle.
Queequeg looks at her harpoon and then back to Ishmael, her face unamused. Ishmael looks her up and down and the obvious not harpoon in her hands. Giving Queequeg an unamused look she asks again
“Seriously Queg, what is that?” Queequeg just shrugs and gently places it down on the floor before sweeping Ishmael up into her well-endowed arms, peppering kisses along her freckles, and carrying her over to the bed.
“Alright, alright I get it.” Ishmael says with a smile,
“I’m not worrying about it,” she moves the journal to the nightstand on her side of the bed. Just as Ishmael is about to turn around to face Queequeg again she is met with an interesting sight. The light-hearted smile falls off Ishamael's face, Queequeg has picked it back up off the floor.
”Babe, seriously. What is that.”
“Moby Huge.”
Moby Huge slips out of Ishmael's gaping hole with a sick pop. Orange hair splayed over everwhich way on the pillows and even in her mouth, her body shaking with the amount of, everything that just happened. Queeuqueg throws Moby Huge to the side and snuggles up to Ishmael's right side scooping her into a half spoon. She buries her face in the mass of hair and lets out a soft sigh. Ishmael throws her head back resting on Queequegs chest,
"Don't do that ever again without warning me first" she bats at Queequegs face, "not cool man" she snorts, "not cool," Queequeg just smiles and pulls her in closer.