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Spook: Grrwwwhh! God, that feels good.

Allegra: Fuck! I hate you.

Spook: You lurve me.

Spook: Now get your curvy arse down here now so I can dish some punishment.

Allegra: WTF have I done to warrant that?

Spook: Broken the first rule of being a rockstar’s girlfriend with an all-access pass. Failed to access all areas.

Allegra: I won’t be long. He’s just talking me through the various amps you have. Vintage Marshalls etc.

Spook: Hm, might be too tired to dish it by then… after a show and forty-two orgasms on the trot.

Allegra: He does not give you that.

Spook: He’s totally up for making an attempt.

Allegra: If you do that, I’m gonna snort sherbet off RGs abs.

Spook: Ronnie?!! Is that you? Did you steal Alle’s phone?

Allegra: Wait for me!!! I’m totally game for a 42 orgasm attempt.

Spook: Too late. The shirt is off. I repeat, the shirt is off.

Spook: And the trousers too.

Allegra: No! NOOOOOOO!

Allegra: I’m coming right now.

Spook: Babe, in 42 seconds, so am I.

Spook stripped his shirt off while he waited, but only got as far as unbuckling his belt before his phone pinged again.

Allegra: OMFG! I can’t believe you did that you monstrous tease. I just got an eyeful of…

Spook: Of?

Allegra: …shower gel

Spook: MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

She appeared around the edge of the door, eyes ablaze and her hair a fiery net around her shoulders. “You!” She waggled her finger at him, then came at him with a series of mock punches. “I can’t believe you just did that. Cruel, Mister Mortensen. I got…” She looked down at the front of her dress. “I got squirted.”

“Hm,” he sighed, as she slid perfectly into his embrace. “Did you just barrel right on in? What were you going to do, haul me out of there?”

“Maybe,” she admitted shyly. Before punching him again. “You wouldn’t really do that, would you?”

“What? Take a shower, or make a Guinness attempt for most consecutive orgasms on the trot?”

Alle slid her hands over his shoulders, then drew them down his arms until they were facing, holding hands. “It’s still hard not to be jealous, you know.”

He didn’t think she was actually mad.

“I know. It didn’t half get your arse moving though.”