Hi-fiveing after sex because you were both so awesome.
*slaps ass* “hit the showers kid, good game”
*shakes hand firmly* “Doctor.”
(Seinfeld reference…. anyone? Anyone? Bueller?)
(Also how is Bueller not recognized by spell-check? That shit is common vernacular.)
So last week a bunch of us went out to support Cee in a bartending competition. The conversation somehow led me to ask “What, you’ve never high-fived anyone after a really hot threesome?” G was there with his new girlfriend, he looked outraged, “Absolutely not, that’s not classy at all. In fact I’ve turned down high-fives in that situation.”
I explained further, “No I don’t mean in a dude-bro A-frame kind of way, that’s gross, I mean high-fives out of sheer enthusiasm. I definitely have, like ‘good fucking job everybody’, ya know?”
"I have too, in a celebratory way," offered Cub. “Yes! Exactly!” I replied.
We both nodded, smirking a little. “Wait, are we both thinking about the same threesome?” I inquired. “Yep,” he answered quickly. “I thought so…” I trailed off and we were quiet for a moment, holding our breath as the memory flooded back, he caught my eye, I was blushing. We gigged and high-fived again.
(And also, for the record, if I ever fuck G I will totally high-five him afterwards.)
“He says to me ‘you feel restless during thunderstorms because they negatively charge the ions in the air. The entire fabric of your being is being changed by the sky. Isn’t that something?’
I think on this and run my finger from the top of his forehead to the bridge of his nose and kiss him there. Gently feel all my insides begin to unravel at the contact.
I laugh and say ‘that explains it then.’
He smiles and murmurs ‘what?’
The sigh falls out of my mouth like a prayer, ‘it explains you.’”—Azra.T “Physics.” (via mirrorscape)