Klaine Advent: Day Twenty-One: UnderneathMarge sighs as she hears the noise start up. Her neighbors
Klaine Advent: Day Twenty-One: UnderneathMarge sighs as she hears the noise start up. Her neighbors above, two pleasant young men who’ve just moved into the building. Married boys, too, because that’s a thing now. They’ve taken down her garbage, brought her zucchini bread, and are considerate about noise. Mostly.She hears the moaning first. Then the, “Shh, baby, you need to be quiet.” Then louder moans. Then, “Kurt, fuck me harder!” She winces and turns her radio up.It’s Fleetwood Mac. “You Make Loving Fun.” Her and Doris dancing alone in their apartment, the album on the turntable, the candles burning low. Going to bed, trying to be quiet, mostly failing.She turns her radio up one more notch and isn’t so bothered after all. -- source link
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