4.8: Fine wool

warning: language

     Focus needs to be on top for this delicate operation.... steady.... steady..... small movements, keep the movements small...

     The spot was perfect. There! Slamming her clenched hand against the button, she just hoped that it would work.

     Was it the right spot? This was to exciting, she could barely wait. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest... please...

     The claw was barely hanging on to the bunny. Still with a beating heart, Aino hoped it would work. It was so cute, and she really wanted it. it would make her life complete, she would be so good to it, and they would be bestfriends! Pleeeeeease....

     The bunny fell straight back into the pile of toys: Noooo!!!! It was good that she was the only one there yet. She'd been out early, to make sure she got to The Claw before all the kids, they were always in the way when she tried to use it. And their parents started grumbling, just because she didn't stop before she'd gotten a toy. Stupid parents...

     You know what Claw? This isn't over..... Time to get busy, because this could take a while.

     Hairball? Yarn? Oh, it was a yeti. But no...

     Was that a bag full of simoleons?! What? No way that was real! Or was it? Well, it didn't matter because it fell straight back to the rest of the toys.

     Diamond! Nooooo!!! This diamond was not a girls best friend!

     Rocketship, now that would be neat to get! But no such luck.

     She nearly swallowed her tongue when The Claw grabbed hold of a teddybear that looked like her old doll. Then she nearly bit it off as it fell down into the rest of the toys again. What a ripoff!

     But as many fails as she had, the machine was finally good to her.

     Victory!!! And a whole sheep richer!

     This was one damn fine sheep! Bet the stupid kids were jealous of her fine wool right now.

     For once, she wasn't present without a reason, as the approaching sim asked: What are you doing?
     Playing with ma sheep! What are you doing? It was all healthy and normal for a grown sim to play with a toysheep: What are you looking at....
     Imma looking at you! Why do you look so fancy? She giggled a bit, still euphoric from the victory. He did look fancy, and his shoes were awesome. Aino liked shoes.
     I've been at my parents... Aino, what are you looking at? She giggled again, men were stupid. Bet he thought she was looking at his... well, it didn't matter.

     Aino stared back at some kid who either wanted to use The Claw, or he wondered why they were sitting on the floor. It probably had nothing to do with seeing a grown sim playing with a freaked out sheep.
     Still looking at the kid, she asked: So why do you dress so posh when you're meeting your parents? maybe they didn't have as good contact as her and dad
     There's a limit to how many of my dads "jokes" I can handle. Someone needs to tell him that he's not funny. So not bad blood then, just the "funny dad" that didn't get that he just embarassed his kids. Or more likely, the dad knew exactely what he was doing, which was why he kept doing it.

     Daniel seemed to be deep in thought anyway, and he didn't say anything for a while. Maybe he was worrying about something?
     What are you thinking about? Aino smiled, from time to time staring back at the kid that stood at the same spot. Really, what was he staring at?! It wasn't like they were sitting in front of the machine or anything!
     Hm? Nothing special.... But he kept thinking, she saw he was thinking.

     She didn't like it when he wasn't happy, so she asked: Do you want me to get you something from The Claw? It just took me two and a half hour to get the sheep? 
     Hm? No... no thanks, I'm fine. Two and a half hours for a sheep? She could've just bought one from the nearest store.
     Was it her? Had she done anything? It wasn't like they'd ever gotten around to talking about them, but they'd kept meeting up, and sleeping together. Strangely enough Daniel wasn't big on talking about feelings; which was okay, because neither was she. Unless, when she was up for talking about her feelings.

     Maybe he regretted it? After all, she'd just spent nearly three hours trying to get a toy from a machine. What type of grown up did that? She was supposed to be sophisticated and mature, like her mum had been.
     Staring down at the sheep, still moving it around, she'd stopped playing with it. For now she just used it so she didn't have to look at him. He definitly regretted it. She'd regret sleeping with her to, if she was him. But she wasn't sure why he'd kept sleeping with her then, because he wasn't exactely difficult to persuade.

     Do you... I mean....We don't have to keep.... you know... she mumbled the last part so potential kids didn't hear: we don't have to keep sleeping together if you don't want to... ....I mean, it's okay  with me if you want to be friends instead. Aino put the sheep down next to her, when she finished the  sentence. He didn't say anything for a while, just kept looking at her with a half- smile. Had she said something stupid again? She kind of did that a lot.

     I don't regret anything. Who in their right mind would regret sleeping with her? Besides, they were grownups, not teenagers: I'd like to keep seeing you. He was mainly just worried about his parents, because they were getting really old. And especially his father seemed to be in poor shape. Not that he told her ofcourse, there was a limit to how much he wanted to worry her: You look gorgeous today. Bet that's why that creepy teenaged boy kept staring at you...

      His attempts at changing the subject didn't make any difference ofcourse: Are you sure it's not me? It was probably her: I mean.. it's okay if you don't want to... He was probably just trying to be polite, and didn't want to say anything with that many sims around. Why had she gotten that damned sheep?!
     No, it's not you. Nothings wrong, everything's fine. So he grasped for a straw: Hey, I have a little surprise for you. Or, something you might appreciate.

     Oh? She liked surprises, but sometimes she didn't like surprises.
     Yeah. My brother has tickets for that spookyday thing down at the artgallery. It was a first time try from the cities new culture- commitee: he couldn't make it, so he offered them to me instead. Do you want to go? Aino usually wasn't a big fan of spooky day, it was something about honouring the dead that made her skin crawl. But she'd read about that in the newspapers culture section.

     Daniel kept going: I know dead stuff freaks you out, but I doubt a bunch of culture- snobs is going to run around with scary costumes.... 
     Okay! I'd love to go! He had a point! It wasn't some high- end thing for the rich and famous; well, a lot of them were actually really rich. But instead of actors and models; it was screenwriters and artists. So famous, just not popculture famous. That also meant no paparazzo, no newspapers and no newsstations: Wait, why does your brother have tickets? She hoped he was an artist: He's a screenwriter... Hadn't he told her that already?

     Daniel had to admit that he'd never even consider it, if it hadn't been for Aino. She kind of liked the artsy stuff from what he got. She even painted a lot, but said she didn't want to be an artist: You know.... she interrupted his thoughts: a lot of those culture-types have quite a lot of simoleons.... 
      Yeah?  
     I bet that you could find some wealthier clients there.... From what they say at work, going to a psychic is the new thing. Instead of psychologist that is. Psychologists were full of crap to, so no difference in her opinion atleast.

     Could she get more perfect? Is that so? 
     Yup! And they have the simoleons to spare. She knew he felt a bit guilty about getting payed by sims with normal income. Not that she got why, they went of their own free will after all. It wasn't like everyone that believed stuff like that was crazy and needed help: I bet if you flirt a bit with some of the wealthier ladies there, they'll throw simoleons at you.
      No, it was official, she couldn't get any more perfect. If she did, pigs would fly by and the sky fall on their heads. Didn't mean he shouldn't pretend though: What? I don't flirt...

     Quickly sliding up to him, Aino started kissing and talking sweetly: yes you do. I don't mind, she lied. She hated it!! But, she'd just had to realize that it was a part of his personality. She wasn't even sure if he noticed most of the time. She kissed him again: I trust you.... then she kissed him again; then more times keeping them soft and loving.

     Why are you beeing so sweet? Daniel smiled at her. Not that he was bothered by it, but it was getting a bit suspicious: What do you mean? I'm always this sweet. Can you read me a romantic poem? Bet who won, stupid Maren with eyes like the blue sky! Hah! Seeing Daniels pretend- ex behind him, Aino did her best not letting the smug feeling stay for to long. She didn't really want to be mean, but...
     That's not going to happen. Poetry? He didn't even know what the point was. He just assumed that poets didn't know how to write a proper story.

     Aino managed to get even more cuddly. Daniel got that she was romantic; as long as he didn't have to recite poetry. And it was nice walking out and find a romantic little note from her in the mailbox. A bit corny, but sweet none the less.
      Leaning in to kiss him a bit more, Aino managed to take a quick look at Marlenmarlin... Go away! And stupid Dave and his stupid grin! She hoped he chocked on his food. No, she had to stop. It was so mean of her: So does this mean you're happy about the tickets?

     Aino didn't slide into his lap on purpose; or to tell the other sim "I won" or anything. Just a natural thing to do in the middle of a fair with lots of kids around: I am. I'll go to something that even my boss wasn't invited to. You look really hot today... He did, he was hot when he looked like a regular sim. Wondered how he looked in a suit, she kind of liked suits.
     I know... We're a very hot couple. And having her in his lap like that was very nice.

     Nothing said "weirdo" like staring into eachothers eyes for way to long, until the vast majority of the guests couldn't stand if longer- and left. Well, no one forced them to be right where they were at: Our kids would've looked gorgeous. 
     Aino wasn't sure why he'd mention that, but she did kind of want kids. And mum wanted to be a grandmother: Now your just joking. Well, not that she didn't think their kids would look good, but... actually; didn't kids usually turn out ugly if one of the parents were attractive?
      Get a room!!!
      Fuck you! Daniel growled after the man before he even had time to leave. Fucking arse ruining the mood. 

     Maybe the bloke had a point, they'd chased the majority of the guests out: You want to get a room? He stroked her hair whilst saying it: Or, you know.. there's a kids hut in the tree outside here, if you're more adventurous. 
     She drew in his scent, he always smelled so good: You're offering me a treehouse? I'm a lady... 
     No, you're not.

      She stroked a finger over the scar he had on his neck, he had someone on his shoulder to. Wonder why she hadn't noticed them when she'd thought he was her doll. The dark circles under his eyes showed that he lied, because he always had dark circles under his eyes when he worried about something. She bet he didn't sleep well when he was worried: I am to a lady... 
      Okay, you're a lady. But it's technically not a treehouse, it's a treecastle...

     When he put it that way, she had to take a look. And it turned out it was a castle. This way she was a real lady, and not just a gross grown- up.

     After they had gotten splinters and climbed down again, it turned out a little kid wanted to play in the treehouse to. Aino had rarer felt more perverted in her entire life.
     Darnit! The boy said with disappointment: I wanted to play with you guys! Because playing with grown- ups was so much fun. They never wanted to play with him! Daniel quickly said: We're done playing. 
     But can't you play with me to? 
     No, we got splinters from playing. You should go and play with something else. Or you'll likely get splinters to. Mainly it was a bit wrong having a little kid playing innocently in the treehouse they'd just defiled.

     The little boy started giggling instead: what are you looking at? Like Daniel didn't know. That didn't make it okay ofcourse. His parents should really teach him that that was not okay. The boy kept giggling like he'd discovered a secret: Nothing. Aino also wanted to know what the boy thought was so funny.

     Stop that! Damn kids now a days didn't have any manners! The boy just kept giggling, her boobs nearly fell out from under the shirt! That was so funny. Boobs were funny: Hey kid! Knock it off!!

     The little bastard finally decided to play in the treehouse instead. Hoped that little twerp got a splinter that got infected: I don't get it. What was he laughing at?
      I have no idea, Daniel lied: Kids... probably something he thought of.
     Oh okay. That sounded believeable, because it kind of looked like he'd stared at her boobs.
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poses: there's to many, I'm to lazy to write then all down

Poor kid stood waiting for them to finish, ups. And I know it's lame with a party in each generation, but I try to have atleast one for each generation. Having social gatherings is something I'm really bad at doing, so I try to incorporate it a bit more. For this generation it's been just small family gatherings, but it's better than nothing. They get re- shot and changed, and this time it was a spooky day one. And I have so many fun costumes that I'll never use and I wanted to use them for something. Maybe for next gen I'll try to have some group outings instead, but I've had so bad experiences with them.

thanks for reading

4.7 The maiden

warning NSFW, language 

     Yes, you're so purrrty.... so purrty.... In the background Aurora meowed all she could. Either she wanted attention, or she knew that something was up; she knew that one of her babies was going to be given away to someone else, and that she might never see her little baby again. Doing her best not to think about it, Aino kept grooming Persephone. Like yesterday hadn't been bad enough, she was giving away her cats. Well, some of them atleast.

     He won't be able to resist you, keeping her voice lighter than usual, Aino took all care she could spending as much time with Persephone as possible. She kept comforting herself with the fact that she'd be right across the street. And knowing cats, she'd walk over to her garden as often as she could. That's just how they were: You are so beautiful.... Soft fur stroked against her legs, desperate for a little of the same attention the other cat got. 

     Yes, she sweettalked the other cat: you're also so purrrty... As aweful as it was to think, giving away Persephone was a walk in the park. She was a beautiful cat, whilst poor Belsebub looked more like a rat than anything else. Finding him an owner would be difficult. Ofcourse she loved all her cats, but him and Avocado was lost causes.

     Her neighbour was getting married, and had figured the best weddinggift was a cat. Usually she wouldn't give away a cat to someone that was going to offer it as a gift, but he'd assured her that if his fiance said no; he'd get a new fiancee. Aino still hoped she would like the cat. Ofcourse she did, everyone liked cats.
     Persephone seemed to like him a lot to, which she got. If she were a cat, she'd love to be petted by Gustav to. He could totally pet her, with those big, strong hands, sweettalking with that deep voice... Wonder how he looked without a shirt on... No! But he was soooo hot. Look at those arms, she could see his muscles moving under the fabric...

     Look at those shoulders on that man, she wanted to rub them: If anything happens, or you won't be able to keep her; you can just come back with her. He nodded, she'd already said that several times. But she was tired after a long day at work, so she was allowed to forget things. She was even giving him the cats favourite toy. Persephone had to have her favourite toy with her. But it was still a lot easier than she'd thought.

     They were interrupted by a leggy, blueeyed casanova strolling down the stairs. Who could blame him? Someone actually got more attention! Everyone knew that he was the pretty one.
     Wow.. Gustav was clearly impressed by him: Who's that? 
     Fitzgerald. He's Persephones brother... The look he gave her, said it all. He wanted both of them to come with him. It was even better, because that way the two of them wouldn't be lonely atleast.

     But their last sibling, Avocado, also looked like a rat. She wouldn't be lonely either way. She was going to stay with Aino. Now it was just to wait for dad to show up, to part with the last for this time. It had been strangely painless. Maybe it was about time that she started bonding with other things than just cats. Not that cats weren't the best, but eleven had been a bit to many. But she still had nine! She was certain dad was going to like her idea though. Even if it was a bit hard for her. 

     Hi dad! Aino smiled. She'd heard him knock, but didn't want to make Ptah jump down.
     Hi. He looked at Ptah, him and the cat knew eachother. He'd been born when Aino was still a teenager, but she'd taken him: Come and sit down dad, I think you're going to like my idea. 
     What happened? Dad didn't sit down, but started asking questions instead, referring to the bruises: High heels, stairs and cats that walks around your legs. she lied. She just didn't want dad to worry.

      I'm fine dad. She was fine after all. The injuries weren't bad, and would go away in a few days. That didn't make Ian worry any less: Have you been to a doctor? You should see a doctor. 
     Dad, I'm fine. Nothings broken, I'm just a bit sore. Let's talk about the cats instead. Because cats were the best: I have a great idea.
     Okay.... But are you sure you're fine? Those look pretty bad. Ian just wanted to know what had happened to his helpless little daughter.
     Dad, I'm fine. I had an accident, that happens. Let's talk about my idea instead.

     Stroking Ptah again, she looked him deep into his eyes, blinking a few times to say "hello": How about you and Maya take Ptah and his girlfriend Aurora; That's the pile of fur rolling around next to me...
     Oh? What about a younger cat?
     Well, I'm not saying you and Maya are going to roll over and die the next week. But you're getting older, and so is Ptah. So instead of getting a very active younger cat; how about these two? Besides, you already know eachother. Don't you, she sweettalked the cat a bit more. Ptah would have a great life with dad and Maya.

     It was a sentiment Ian refused to admit: We're not that old... 
     I know dad, but Mayas not used to cats. Besides, she's a lot older than you. And you've always been a bit weak for Ptah anyway. So why not take him. He's got a long while before he ages, and Aurora has even more. She took a little theatrical break: besides, it would've helped me. I love my cats, but Aurora and Halo doesn't get along that well... she outright lied now, but she knew that dad really wanted to take Ptah with him. Dad had always been weak for him.
     Well, okay. If you insist.. He was just worried that his daughter was beeing to nice again, by giving away her favourite cat. But he really, really wanted that tailless freakshow.
     Great, that's settled then.

     Dad... It wasn't just a coincidence she wanted him in a good cat- mood: can I ask you a personal question?
     Sure, how many parents haven't fallen into that trap?
     Have you ever regretted anything with mum or Maya? She saw him getting uncomfortable, so she quickly added: I don't mean with... you know, or that you wouldn't have me if you didn't meet mum. I mean... do you ever wish that things hadn't moved so fast with mum? Do you ever wish that you'd taken it slower, like you and Maya did?

     Uhm... he hesitated a bit: No. No, I don't. She had hoped he'd confirm what she'd asked: If anything I wish I'd moved faster. Especially with Maya. I was so worried about everything and everyone, that I didn't really think about what would be best for me. Ofcourse, I didn't just think about myself, you were a lot more important to me. But you kind of made it clear all along what you thought...

     He had all of Ainos attention, this was the opposite of what she wanted him to say: It's as you say; we're getting older. If I hadn't waited, we'd have a longer time together. It's not like I sit and think about that, but it's a fact.
     But what if things had gone wrong? I mean... She never finished the sentense, so Ian took over. He might be an old man now, but he was far from dead: If things end bad, they will end bad either way. By all means, waiting wasn't bad. But I strongly doubt that we'd be less happy if we'd moved faster.

     But, Aino remembered how scared dad had been, but didn't want him to know that she knew: Weren't you scared? 
     Ofcourse I was scared. Ian decided it was best not to mention anything about her mums gaslighting, he didn't want to invalidate her experiences: Why wouldn't I be? Skuld poisoned me, and she mistreated the most important thing in my life. Aw... Dad had indirectly called her the most important thing in his life: But...

     Do you know how low the odds are for something like that happening? Ian kept going: It's almost impossible, I doubt anyone would've believed me if I'd told someone from out of town. 
     It is? Aino wasn't so sure about that. She'd met plenty of boys and men that she found pretty mean, but ofcourse mum was of a different caliber.
     Yes. I mean, the chances that you'll meet someone mistreating you; especially violently; is a lot higher than mine, atleast according to statistics. But the chances are still small.

     I know that the unknown can be scary. But you've done it before; you went to university, you bought a house and live on your own. You take in cats you don't know anything about. Waiting, in any term, isn't going to change the outcome. Atleast that's what I believe. He felt very intelligent at that.
     But how did you know that Maya wasn't going to turn out like mum? Wasn't that because you waited, or because you knew her from before? She wasn't believing that his first thought had been "it's statistically unreasonable". No way that had been it. 

     Honestly I did something that I hadn't in a while. I decided to trust my gut- instinct.

     As much as Aino could relate to listening to a part of her body, she wasn't sure her gut was a reliable source for safety advice: How do you know it's telling the truth?
     You can't. But the worst case scenario about listening to your guts is that you're wrong, and the sim was harmless. Worst case scenario if you ignore it, is that you end up dead. Obviously listening to your guts isn't a guarantee for safety, because sims can be very manipulating. But it tends to be right more often than wrong.
      Oh... maybe her gut wasn't working properly. Or maybe it was.

     After dad took Ptah and Aurora with him, Nefertum went searching for his brother, and Gilbert seemed to be angry with her. It hurt, but she knew that it was for the best. Besides, it wasn't like they'd never meet again. This way she could give her remainding cats more attention. Gilbert usually wasn't angry for long, so he'd come around eventually.

     It was easy to forget what had happened just the day before, when daylight was fresh; and sims came and went. Now that they were gone she was reminded of another thing she liked about the cats; someone was always there. Or atleast, she never had to go far before one showed up. Now she just felt alone and scared. The small thunderstorm that washed oved the city didn't make things better. Atleast it was over almost as soon as it started. The brusing wasn't all to painful, it was a bit swollen and mainly hurt if she squeezed them. She was supposed to stop squeezing them, but she kept poking them either way.

     It usually helped a bit to drink a glass of water, or to wrap a blanket tightly around herself. She just really didn't want to be alone today. She didn't want to call dad, because then he'd just worry about her. She didn't want to bother Daniel either, because she was terrified that Hans had told her mum was a murderer.
     Maybe she should visit mum again? She wasn't supposed to, but it was probably good. Because mum was smart, mum knew everything. She'd completely forgot about how wrong her mum had been in everything, for now she just stood like a shining light of everything she'd wanted to be as a child.

     Taking another deep breath, she wondered if she should take a bottle of nectar from the unused garage. But she was scared that she'd become an alcoholic if she did. Yet she found herself walking downstairs. It was to get the nectar, wasn't it? Ian had never told that her mother hid her tokens from the victims amongst the bottles made by her great- grandfather. She wasn't going downstairs to go outside...

     She could see Daniels house from here. Wonder if Hans had told him? Dad had said he regretted waiting; waiting with Maya; waiting for everything to get better, waiting to be sure. She kept finding new places to be; she avoided the swimmingpool because of sims she didn't want to meet. She avoided the arborway hotel because of sims she didn't want to meet. She stayed indoors as much as possible, to avoid sims. But they showed up either way. It was unfair. But it wasn't, because she could have done something.

     Sometimes she wondered how life would've been if mum hadn't killed anyone. But she tried not to, because it had happened. Maybe her, mum and dad would've lived together, in one of the fancy appartments. No, they would've travelled the world; france, egypt, china... maybe especially France and Egypt, because that was where mum and dads ancestry was from. They wouldn't go the little places, but the large metropols and cities. No doubt it would've been a highend life. No, they would've gone to the small places to, on vacations.

     They'd go to monte vista on holidays, eating at the lazy bistros; then they'd go to Lucky Palms and live the good life. Maybe they'd stay a while in Starlight shores, with the celebrities. Mum would no doubt become a famous moviestar, because she was so pretty. Dad would be a famous chef and own a lot of restaurants all over the world. And mum and dad would take her with them, on the red carpets, and the awardshows she'd be attending.

    And she'd live a privelidged life, relaxing on the side of the pool; they'd live in a large house and everything would be great. They'd probably have a sexy gardener and pool- help to. That would be nice, really nice. Atleast they'd be together... with the sexy helpers... maybe she'd have a sexy boyfriend to?

     But it wasn't like that, it never had and never would. Because her mum was still in jail, her dad had been in a coma and she'd been that creepy little girl that imagined she saw dead sims all over the place. They wouldn't have lead a life like that at all. Dad would never be a highclass chef, and mum wouldn't... well mum could've been an actor. But she'd never bring her to anything. Because mum didn't love her, she didn't even like her. She hadn't noticed how long she'd been standing outside, not remotely dressed for the cold. She hadn't meant to be outside for this long.

      Aino. Are you okay?
     He looked at her like she was crazy. Which she likely was. She was cold, really cold actually. Why had she gone out to begin with again: Yes. Yeah, I'm fine. I was just lost in thoughts... You startled me.. Good thing she wasn't still creepily staring at his house...
     Aren't you cold?
     Yeah, I'm cold. What was the point of waiting again? If everything was going to go down the drain anyway, why did she care? No one else waited, so why should she?

     She didn't notice how he rolled his eyes at the rerun. This was pretty nice, and she'd gotten heat back in her body to. He hadn't said a word about why she kept doing weirds stuff, which was good because she did that a lot.
      He'd even wrapped a blanket around her, and turned on the tellie. The sound was so low that they couldn't really hear what was beeing said, but that was okay to. Turned out he'd seen her as he'd come home from somewhere. Then he'd noticed that she'd kept standing outside, and didn't move. Good thing she didn't have it in her to be embarassed. 
     What the fuck are we watching?
     Ssshhh.... It's really good.... Stupid men didn't get a good movie when they saw one.

     Luckily he didn't ask any more questions, not about her weirding out atleast: How are the bruises?
     Their fine, they are happy that you asked. He tried not smiling, but only partially succeeded: Good to know... I was wondering if they hurt a lot.
     No, not really. Only if I poke them. She had to be some form of idiot, but she was feeling weirder than usual today: Daniel... Can I ask you a question? If waiting wasn't better, why should she?
     Sure. Wait, he'd meant to say no. Damnit!
      Ehm... You.... Just it was so hard to start. But maybe if she just asked it was easier; like ripping of a bandage: You seem to like women a lot.

     He wasn't sure where this was going, and wasn't sure if he wanted to: Well, yes... Why? They liked him to, but that was because he was so damned charming, not to mention smoking hot.
     Without thinking about it, she mimicked what Stein had said to her once: Why not me?
     What?
     Well, with all the women you... you know... why not me? I mean... This had sounded a lot better in her head...
    You said you were only interested in beeing friends.
     Oh, she had said that hadn't she: But I just said that because you had a girlfriend.

     Who? Maren? She wasn't my girlfriend. We had a little... thing... going on. What the hell? Why was there a dancing goblin on tv? Who invited a goblin to a wedding?
     But she said she was your girlfriend...
     She wasn't. Wait a minute; was that a kid?! That was one ugly kid! He'd never known kids could be that blatant ugly.
     Oh... I kind of wondered why you broke up... you seemed so happy together. She probably shouldn't ask him the next though: What happened with you and Marlen then?

     Nothing special, he lied: We just didn't match. Oddly enough she hadn't appreciated that he'd spent the night with another woman, when she was waiting for him at his house.
     Oh. Best not to mention anything about the other two, then she'd be the creepy stalker: Do you want to... She didnt' want to be scared of trying anymore, but she wasn't able to ask what she wanted. And she didn't even get why it was so hard with him, when it was so easy asking everyone else if they wanted sex.
     What? Do I want to what?

     Taking one deep breath, Aino decided to take the chance. If it ended badly, it would end bad either way. Waiting didn't do any difference: Do you want to have sex... then she remembered to clarify: with me, I mean.
     Okay, he hadn't seen that coming: Are you serious?
     Well.... yeah... She'd probably never been more sure in her life. This was different.
     Are you sure?
     Yes... Why not? She seemed to be drawing bad luck all the time, so she might as well ruin everything as soon as possible.

     Leaning over and pulling her close, he even dragged the blanket off her so he could stroke her thighs and hips. Well, that had been easy- Not that she'd really thought any differently. Well, maybe she'd assumed it would be a bit more difficult.

     Daniel.... Aino tried staying focused; she didn't have any curtains: I don't have any curtains.. It was probably best to take it out of the livingroom. He answered surprisingly quickly with a thick voice: No neighbours either...
     ...Are the cats here? she could've sworn she'd heard a cat, but it was so difficult to keep her head clear: Nono, no cats... He kept on kissing her neck, making her forget why she was worried to begin with.

     Pulling away from him a second, he looked as high as she felt: What was that sound?
     What sound? He hadn't heard a sound. Like a robber sound, a cardoor sound? What sound?
     It sounded like a cat... 
     Oh, that sound: So? It's a cat. It poops in a box. They don't care about what we're doing. He was right, she knew that. It was just a cat after all: Okay... 
     How about you take that shirt off instead of worrying about cats... Stupid cats.

     Fucking trick- bra, he'd hoped she'd be completely topless... he pulled her closer, burying his face against her chest. Carefully stroking her thighs and rear, once and again kissing her breasts.
     Wait... Aino had to stop him after a while: I can't do it here. The cats...
     Again with the cats: Screw the cats. They were just cats! They licked their own rears.
     And my neighbours....
     Screw the neighbours. He was her neighbour, so actually he was hoping the neighbour got screwed.

     Eventually she interrupted, sliding off his lap: I'm sorry I can't... The cats are really freaking me out... They stood staring at them, she could see they wondered what they were doing, and if they could sit on their laps to: Your cats are pervs.
     Can we take it to the bedroom instead?
     Yeah.... Why did she get the feeling he'd agree to anything she said?

     Atleast there were curtains in her bedroom; ugly curtains; but still curtains. She didn't have time to close them shut though, as they'd gotten most of their clothes off before even getting up there. Her mind kept drifting a bit though. Not that he did anything wrong, he actually did everything right. It was her fault, but she'd gotten used to it: Daniel...

     Giving him a gentle nug, she was able to get some contact with him: Can we have the lights on?
    Yeah... Lights on was good, very good. Better than lights off: Are you going say yes to everything I say? He took a very long break, trying to kiss her again, before eventually answering: yes... 
     It's just that I really want to see you...She was going to be death of him if she kept this up: I mean, I have to see you. Yeah, he was officially going to die.

     Wait... They had gotten the blanket over them, he'd rather have it off so he could see all of her. But he wasn't complaining; they could do that another time: what? He was already laying between her legs, stroking their backside carefully. She had some pretty nasty bruises on the back of her thigh, and an enormous one on the rear. So he had to be a bit careful. She kept looking at him, caressing his face and hair: I just want to look you in the eyes when... you know... When had she gotten all shy on him?

     But atleast he was right; she was trying to kill him: Yeah, I can do that, he grinned at her. She noticably relaxed, which wasn't all that surprising. He'd noticed she was a bit nervous, but that happened at times. He always got them relaxing quickly. Moving his hands over her body, they stopped on her soft hips dragging her under him: Like this? Judging by the sound she made, it was just about right.

     Aino ended up laying on top of him, completely exhausted. She kept on stroking his chest abit, but wasn't really sure why. She was supposed to worry, and plan on something. It was just that her mind was so empty and calm at the moment. Daniel seemed to be the exact same way as her, his breath still heavy with a hand on her lower back. Was she supposed to say something? Should she have done something differently?

     Aino was ripped out from her sleep. Nothing unusual about that, she was a light sleeper but she hadn't noticed she'd fallen asleep to begin with. Why wasn't he gone? Wasn't he supposed to leave or something? Was he going to lie that close to her the rest of the night, it was like he was glued to her! Not that she wanted him to leave, but something had to go wrong, right? Something always went wrong. What was she supposed to do now? Why hadn't she thought this one through?! What was wrong with her?

     What was he going to think about her now? Had he just been interested in sex all along? What was going to happen? Why hadn't she waited until they were at his place, that way she could've snook out before he woke up; or trip over the dogs and die of a broken neck. Strangely enough her worrying woke him up, and he kissed her lightly. Eeew... morningbreathkiss...

     Pulling the blanket over them, he groggily said: Go back to sleep. We'll talk later.

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pose:imho, yumi, addie, nova, simsimi, k2m1too, fairsteadsim, mypalsims, extraordinair, lelina90, fanaskher, sgisims,

Drastically shortened for true awkwardness. I just can't write the naughtier parts of simlife, but I'll keep working on it (unfortunately for you)- It was almost not nsfw, right? On another note: I found blankets! Glorious blankets for sims! It's sad that sim- blankets can make me this happy.

Anyway, I've been playing a bit, then writing, because I've been a bit sick of playing. But Aino finally started rolling romantic wishes; like hugging, kissing and woohooing. I was starting to wonder if she'd never start rolling wishes to be a bit frisky with other sims. Maybe she was exhausted after uni. Now it's time to cross fingers for wishing for babies. (Babies damnit)

Thanks for reading