Tired

"Because my body is how I get work. If I don't look the best then I don't get jobs, which means I don't get paid, which means I don't have money." she chuckled as she watched his hands in the mirror.

"You don't need the money." he said. "I've got plenty. I just don't want you overworking yourself to the point where you pass out or something. All because of the pressure on you and your body." he said as he kissed her neck and brought his hands down to her hips.

"I know I don't -need- the money, but I like working." she said. Don't think she didn't notice his hands go lower.

"I understand." he said. "Just consider easing up on all these shows though." he told her.

"Well on top of the dates I already had, I'm working your appearances too because your leg needs a break and I'm doing the photoshoot stuff."

"I should be good to go by the beginning of next month, so you won't have too many of my shows." he said.

"The doctor said rest, you." she said. "Unless you want another surgery."

"Lace." he pouted and ran his hands down the side of her legs.

"Touch me all you want, the doctor said rest." she chuckled.

"Stupid doctor." he joked.

"Mhm, the doctor also said no sex because of the stress it puts on your legs." she chuckled.

"Too bad I ain't listening to that rule."

"If I didn't put the moves on you last night you would be."

He snorted. "I'll cool it then." he said as he kissed her neck. "How are you feeling?"

"Still sore." she said.

"And then I had you not resting." he snorted. "I should have been more gentle."

"Ah ah." she shook her head. "I asked for it and I liked it."

"If you say so." he nodded.

"Surprised you didn't get all cocky with me."

"Internally I'm talking all kinds of shit." he chuckled.

"You talked all kinds of shit last night."

"Sure did.'" he smirked. "You loved it."

"I will not confirm or deny."

"Mhm." he snorted as he patted her ass. "I'll let you be, so you can get dressed then."

"Today is going to be so long." she groaned and dropped her head back on his shoulder.