Dated to June 2nd

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My day hasn't exactly been anything incredible thus far. I'm not sure exactly what I expected of twenty-four. There's no great milestones that come with this day and I'm not getting large checks from my family nor am I getting a large celebration of any kind, which is for the best because large crowds still make me entirely too uncomfortable. My nose is in a book as I push my way into the back of the Homestead and head into our room, dropping the clothes I've laundered down and still reading while putting graded papers on the desk and turning to hang up my light coat.

It's just another day. That suddenly I'm older does mean something. It means I'm grateful to be alive in order for it to happen, but I never did expect fireworks. Eventually, I mark the place in my book and duck into Joe's room to check my hair in his small mirror, fixing it with a wrinkle of my nose at my distaste over the way it's been curling in the heat.

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I let out a whine of a sound against Joe's lips when he says that and press in harder than before, nipping at his lower lip before slowly drawing away. "I didn't say it was during sex," I point out pedantically, arching my brow.

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"Yeah, but if it happens in your bed, maybe I oughta stay out of it all together," says Joe, tracing his tongue against his bottom lip and leaning up to press a kiss between Web's eyebrows.

"Play it safe."

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There comes another little sound from me, this time of desire and whining and I ease back and look at him with a pleading look in my eyes. "Joe," I protest. "What if I told you how much your elbow-marks on me turned me on?" I ask, maybe a hint of desperation in my voice, but who cares?

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Joe snorts.

"It's your fucking birthday, Webster. Of course I'm gonna let ya fuck me."

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I falter only slightly because the truth is, I'm not sure when Joe's mercurial moods are going to sneak up on me. "You're so selfless, lieb," I deadpan, starting to clean up the dishes so no one stumbles onto a mess and then decides to interrupt while we're preoccupied with more important things.

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Automatically, Joe starts helping, gathering plates, putting away left-overs.

"Any way you want," he says, blithely, lightly, like it's the most innocent thing int he world that he's talking about in the kitchen.

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I bite down on my lower lip while my hips rock forward slightly, pressed up against the counter at four words that Joe's said, innocent as you please. I take a deep breath to try and calm myself down, but it's not working so much. "I want you to fuck me," I say, head bent down, hands scrubbing the dirt from the plates.

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It's sort of funny how they're having this conversation, straight faced in the kitchen like they're talking about the price of tea or somethin'.

"I'll do that any way you want too."

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I can't help my small smug grin and I set the plates in the sink to soak, pouring some water in from the creaky pipes before turning to glance Liebgott over, leaning back against the counter. "I kind of want to do it here. What would you say to that?"

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"I'd do it happily if I didn't think Trisha'd walk in any fuckin' time." JOe grins at him. "Try again, buddy."

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I let out a rueful laugh, but I'm grinning like mad as I study Joe and lean against him with my hip nudging against his, the warmth of his body impossible to ignore the way we're standing. "How about..." I start thoughtfully and bite down on my lip while I look him over. "You bend me over the desk and learn something new?"