The picture is from the show How to build a sex room. The story continues from W is for What You Want. Can't believe it's the last three letters!!
Of course, Izzie is closing her eyes again. She's probably got all drowsy the moment he pulls out. So much appreciation for his efforts from the mama bear. It's the second time the expression pops up in Nick's head, better to keep it to himself.
"How do you manage to fall asleep so quickly? Wake up, wake up, sleeping b-b-bear. You need to eat something."
"Why bear? Because I'm round?" Izzie mumbles with her eyes closed.
"No, because you're warm and cuddly. Open your eyes."
"Real bears are not cuddly, they are dangerous."
"You can be quite dangerous too."
"Nick, do you know any feel good words that start with X, not E-X, just X?"
"Will Xanadu work?"
"What is it?"
"An ideal place, a dream land, heaven, so to speak."
"Like subspace?"
"I guess. What do you need it for, Scrabble, Wordle?"
"My blog."
"Your what? It will get traced back to you!"
"Nobody even knows that I'm a woman. I pretend to be a fourty-three years old Dom from Georgia with a younger sub."
"Iz, you can't have a blog. It's too dangerous."
"The IT guys put like fifteen VPNs on my laptop. It's inpenetre- unpene--"
"Impenetrable," quips Nick.
"Yes, thanks. Speaking of penetratiion, the guys said I can watch five midgets doing it with three-hundred-pound woman all day long, and even they won't be able to trace it."
"How is that even possible?"
"Three holes plus two hands, duh!" Izzie rolls her eyes.
"Not that! What idiot said that to you? Name!"
Loud knock on the door interrupts their heated bickering.
"Saved by the bell, that's our breakfast. Put some clothes on, will you?" Nick nudges the door open just enough to take over the tray overflowing with food.
"What did you order?" Izzie asks, putting on Nick's shirt from last night.
"Food! You don't think the kitchen knows by now what would you eat on a Saturday morning, almost lunch time? And don't you dare to drop anything on that shirt."
"Or what?"
"Or I will go Xanadu on your arse." Empty threats go well with snorts and giggles.
"Put the tray on the table, it's all too messy to eat in bed."
Nick stares at two plates with full English breakfast. Same same, but different. While his plate is loaded with the most normal food, in his opinion, eggs, bacon, mushrooms, and beans, with a side plate of toasts, butter, and orange marmelade. Izzie's
plate is some kind of a parody: the eggs are too runny, sausages are made out of lamb, vegetables represented by the grilled tomatoes, and the carbs... by home fries. That's a new development!
"You eat real potatoes now? Or these are made out of cauliflower?" Nick oozes with sarcasm.
"Ha ha! One more word, and say goodbye to your marmalade." She nudges his left knee out to perch on it.
"Be my guest. You ok?" Nick rubs her bum gingerly and watches if she would wince. Not too much, he breathes out.
"If you will also feed me," she rests her head on his shoulder, "I will be in the best Xanadu ever."
