Intercourse. -Kalosshipping, fluff, bite me.

In which Calem goes to get love advice from his new stepdad in nothing but his undergarments. (For the record, I wouldn't call it Kerr. In fact it's probably the farthest thing from.)

A fictional piece of comic gold whose deep, intricate details aim to define and signify the underlining points and concerns of a company that panders to the lowest common denominator with unnecessary forced gateway entry waifus using sub-plots that have no satisfying conclusion, or conclusion period.

He likes to push the tsun button because he knows it's the only way to prove that she cares.-Kalosshipping, fluff, drabble, bite me.

In which Calem tries to get some at like three in the morning.-Kalosshipping, fluff, bite me.

"How come you never told me you could speak French?" "Well uh, you never ask, for one." -Kalosshipping, fluff, bite me.

In which Calem keeps stealing the covers because that's the entire reason he exists, Serena is cold once more, and an attempt to mask and string together a couple of text walls into a coherent plot are made in an effort to justify the existence of two arguing nut-cases who both fluctuate back and forth from loathing and loving each other. How cute. Kalosshipping, fluff, bite me.