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"what the fuck." (smut.)

a/n: me n r.p  fr?
karissa surprised you with a nice dinner, at one of your favorite restaurants. when you asked her why, she said it was because she feels like you "need it."

opening the car door, karissa lets you climb into her truck first. the soft, roomy seats, fit your body nicely.

"new seats, baby. just for you."

"just for me?"

"just for you."

"they're really nice."

"lotta room in the back, too."

you smile, as karissa revs her engine. "always thinking bout that, aren't you?"

"no ma'am. get your mind outta the gutter. nice, soft back seats for extra storage."

"mhm. sure."

"so i got the reservations for 7:30, but we might have a little extra time to kill."

"oh really?" you say, fixing your wedding ring, so it's face up on your finger.

"so, i was thinking, we could use that time to uh-"

"fuck in the backseat of your truck?" you say, smirking.

"oh, fuck you." karissa says.

"mm, no. that's your job."

"oh is it?"

"well, obviously." you roll your eyes, looking away from your wife.

"don't look away from me when i'm talking to you, morgan."

"oh so we're being kinky now?"

"no. eye contact is important, don't you think so?"

"i do." you look at the floor. "so, you wanna fuck?"

karissa grabs your chin, and looks at you. "eye contact, slut."

"do you wanna fuck me?" you repeat.

"is that a question? of course i do. i wanna make you scream my fucking name in this parking lot, but we can't do that, now can we?"

"yes, we can."

"no. you're just gonna have to wait until after dinner. you can do that, can you?"

"i don't know, ma. might have to sneak off to the bathroom."

"now when have you ever known me to make you finish in a bathroom?"

"well actually, there's shower sex."

"that doesn't count, angel."

"well there was that one time-"

"that doesn't count either. exactly. you can't think of one."

"i guess i'll wait."

"good. be patient."

when you get into the restaurant, karissa leads you to the table. it was covered with rose petals, and a candle lit in the center.

"kay, you didn't have to do all this."

"oh, i did. isn't it cute? i told them i wanted it extra special."

"aww, thank you baby."

"of course."

karissa slides into the booth on one side, and you on the other. she wraps an arm around you, letting her hand tickle your abdomen. you look over the menu, and order a glass of wine.

"do you ladies need a minute to look over the entrees or have you decided?" the waitress says.

you and karissa look at eachother. "nope, i think we've decided."