Tales of domesticity

I spent the day doing domestic things. Laundry (which still isn't finished), cleaning the cars, painting the mailbox. Did you know that mailboxes require regular painting? I didn't, before I owned a house. I do now, though. I am reminded of fic:

sweat, paint and blue jeans by cards_slash: Star Trek Reboot, Kirk/Spock/McCoy, NC-17
In which the boys get *delightfully* messy and have hot sex. My own painting experience was nowhere near as interesting, but the memory of this made the task more fun.

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