Going to hundreds of barbecues over July and August has built up everyone's gastric tension. You realise all those individually packaged cheese slices are churning the gas inside your intestines. You lean in to your lover to give them a passionate kiss, and your anus loses control of those parpy airs and lets one rip. Your lover looks at you like you're some kind of disgusting animal, and the two of you spend the rest of the evening awkwardly discussing your favourite great aunts, instead of making sweet love.
(p.s. yw for the fanfic second-person style)



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