One and Two Walk Into a Bar

"See? Told you...I'm awesome." Bifrost seemed somewhat less enthusiastic than usual, however.

One grabbed him and pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss.

"Why the fuck did you stop?!" she demanded.

He struggled to get free.

"Mmm!" He tried to explain, but couldn't, due to the fact that One wouldn't let go.

Finally she let go, frowning.

"What's wrong? Suddenly you aren't trying--do I have to kick your ass? I thought you wanted this!"

"I-it's just, ah..." How was he supposed to explain that, inexplicably, he had regained all of his memories? "...nothing."

"If it's nothing, then let's fuck again!" she insisted, pulling him close.

He frowned.

"Okay, so it is something. Well, uhm, you know how I didn't have memories before?" He tried to explain, laughing nervously. "Well, they're back! Funny, right?"

One gave him an odd look, raising an eyebrow.

"...What do you mean?..."

"Oh, just, I know who I am again. Pretty cool right?" He laughed. "A-anyway, let's fuck some more, babe."

He had barely gotten the words out of his mouth when she pulled him into another kiss, already feeling up his junk.

-xxx-

"W-we did it thirty times, I don't think my dick will function anymore." Bifrost told her after, like, three days.

She frowned.

"So we can never do it ever again...?"

He laughed.

"Maybe in a few days, dear."