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weekend.
    “Watch a movie?” she offered. “That way, we
can stay in our jammies.”
    “I don’t have any jammies here,” he reminded
her. “And I’m pretty sure I might look kind of awful in any of
yours.”
    She bounced off the bed and retrieved a pair
of loose gym shorts from her bureau. “Voila – makeshift
jammies.”
    “Ah, yes,” he said, crawling out of the warm
nest they had made. “I forgot you athletic types always have formal
wear on hand,” he teased, and she hit him in the side of the head
with a pillow for his back talk.
    “Lordy,” he sighed, admiring his long, wiry
form in the rather shockingly short red shorts.
    “You’re adorable,” she laughed, and he
flexed his rather unimpressive muscles in response, just to soak up
more of her delight before slipping on the oversized jersey she
handed him.
    “What did I do to deserve you today, just
when I needed you?” she asked, kissing him with a loud smack of
appreciation before heading downstairs.
    “And what can I do to deserve you for longer
than today?” he asked himself, silently, still too uncertain to
voice his wish out loud.
    There would be time for the “relationship
talk” later. He hoped.
     
    ***
     
    The movie she picked would not have been his
choice, he admitted, being something about a rebellious military
guy showing up a bunch of eggheads in their efforts to save the
world, and a part of him felt the presence of Warren there with
them in her choice of date materials, but he couldn’t fault the
company. With Bronwyn curled against his side, reaching across him
for popcorn, and occasionally rubbing her cheek against his
shoulder, that movie was the most romantic thing he’d ever
experienced.
    “Bronwyn,” he said, almost to himself.
    “Yes?”
    “Oh, sorry, nothing. I just like the name.
Bronwyn,” he rolled the tones over his tongue. “It’s very
musical.”
    She laughed and a faint blush kissed her
cheeks. “Yeah – it’s the classiest thing my parents ever came up
with, that’s for sure.”
    “I love it,” he told her, and inhaled the
scent of her hair. “And I also love the way you smell like me now.
Is that weird?”
    She turned intense green eyes on him,
searching his face with a renewed flicker of desire at his
primitive enjoyment of her. His nerves jolted alive as her gentle
hand moved slowly down his chest and over his belly.
    She easily pushed aside the yielding
waistband of the gym shorts, and found him, already stirring in
anticipation. He could hear the blood pound past his ears as he
watched her sleek head follow her hand.
    “Oh… God…” he said, nearly whimpering as her
hot mouth took him all, and he didn’t know if he should tell her
she didn’t have to or beg her never to stop. Watching her cute nose
buried in the dark curls around his sex, though, he knew a moment
of frantic instinct to grab her head and prolong the agonizing
pleasure of her ministrations.
    And when her clever hands found the tender
flesh beneath his penis, a thousand sparks exploded behind his
eyes, and he sank into the sofa.
    “Yes,” he hissed. “I like it.”
    Her laugh was muffled against him, and the
auditory proof that she was actually doing what she was doing drove
him into action, and he found her newly wet pussy with his hand,
giving her as good as he was getting, impulse driving him until his
mouth had managed to find her, and he licked at her until he
thought he would drown a happy man, drunk on the musky sweetness of
her.
    After they had both found completion, they
lay, sated for the moment, in a tangled heap on the sofa, the
forgotten movie now flickering on the DVD menu before them.
    “Bed?’ she whispered against him, flickering
the tip of her tongue against him.
    “Mmmmm,” he sighed against her thigh. “Well,
my intentions were good suggesting a movie,” he teased. “How was I
to know you were such a sex fiend?”
    “I don’t think you are in any position to
taunt me,” she growled in mock