Seven Years Later: Chapter 2 What the #@<&
Putting the apron back on, he grabbed the things he'd put higher up, like some of the bedding. folding it in the aprons bowl that he'd made holding it out from himself. he whined at me to hurry. what else could it be?
Amorous
He was also glad his apron was loose as it was doing a good job at hiding his swollen sheath. the small wolf padded into the adjoining lounge and took a seat on the sofa.
Family Tree
She emphasized her words by tugging on the ultra-wide top of the apron.
TreatHunterz 3: Morning Shift (Oblivious TF)
And they'd be hidden behind the apron anyway. speaking of which. a delicate claw turned on the thermostat, just before she pulled the garment over her head. and it caught on her pointy ears. again.
Distractions in the Kitchen
A apron was tied loosely beneath her breasts, over a simple white dress, the woman on the apron advertising she was "never too busy for a kiss..."
Paying the Bill
Not that the apron hid much as he always smithed practically in the nude aside from some leather shin guards and gloves, the bulls big ass hanging out and shaking with every move he made.
Spike and Revan celebrate Christmas together (rewrite)
He sets it down and sits on revan's lap "look at the apron" spike says and revan looks down seeing the kiss the chef apron. revan takes the hint and kisses spike feeling his tongue snake between his lips.
Late Night Kinko’s Run
He doesn't mind so much that i pretty much restrict myself to wearing briefs and my issued apron either, but i think that's more because he likes to check out my physique.
Cafe Plaisir - Angel
"i do, but i'd like to see more, if that's fine~" "so you want me to remove my apron, then?" "i do." slowly, i reached around behind me, and undid the strap of my apron.
Savannah's Midnight Oil
"i also figured out why they thought the killer has a blood on his apron. there was a rumor--" "that there was a red apron, not an apron with blood on it." i could feel myself scowling. sammy looked ashamed. "yeah." i let out a massive sigh.
Cream of the Crop
Tucked in his bed, istaryl brought his knees tighter against his chest, a tremor dashing through his muscles at the sight of his dingy apron. he hated that thing. would that he could burn it to a crisp.
Dressed For Action (HH)
"at least it is better than what i had to wear at my old place," he said, "there my uniform included an apron." "an apron?" i questioned curiously.