The Book of Love

Rating: ADULT
Category: Dreamer (Max's POV)
E-mail: behrsgirl77@msn.com
Disclaimer: I do not own a thing, except for my thoughts and ideas and a couple of the characters I made up for the story. I will state that this is based on a challenge by La'Shon (FSU/MSW-94).

Summary: Max and Liz meet in the most extraordinary way and their lives and their futures will never be the same because of it. This is a story about learning to appreciate the gifts we're given, no matter how they come to be.

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Part 28

Love is all we need...

What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to ruin everything?" I ask my brother, furious doesn't even begin to describe what I feel about what he's doing. When he didn't answer his doorbell, I used my key. Winding through the house, I finally found him, his back to the door, inside his office. I crept up behind him, with the intention of scaring the hell out of him. What to my surprise, I found, was him typing an instant message to Maria.

"It's not big deal. She doesn't even know it's me. Calm down." My eyes narrow down at him, he's sitting behind his computer desk, responding to Maria online... except she doesn't know it's Michael she's talking to.

"I can't even tell you how twisted this is, Mike."

His back tenses visibly and he rakes both hands through his already rumpled hair, he turns to me and looks completely defeated. I haven't seen him look this desolate in a while, my anger recedes quickly.

Michael let's out a long breath and stands. "I know it's wrong. But damn it, she won't call me. I called her, and she just won't call me back. Do you know how frustrating it is? I have things to say, and she doesn't even want to hear them. I'm too late. I'm just... to damn late." He stops right in front of me, looking more lost than I've ever seen him, and I don't know how to help him. I have my own problems with Liz... how can I even try and help him with Maria's?

His voice, reminds me of the time he was seven and he took our father's gold cufflinks the night of a big party. Michael lost them and he was terrified how angry our father would be, he turned to me the same way and asked, "Tell me what to do, Max." Then I had an answer, now; unfortunately I'm just as lost as he is.

And he knows I am.

I decide to get to the bottom of his online excursions. I nod my head towards the computer screen, and ask, "What are you doing?" Michael looks over his shoulder and shrugs before stepping away, moving to the brown leather couch against the bookshelf across the room.

I can't suppress a smile looking at that couch, nor can I suppress the words that spill forth; "She hated that couch so much." He actually smiles and laughs a little, looking down at his hand smoothing out over the cool material, "Yeah. She would squint at it, like if she concentrated long enough she could make it disappear."

I laugh, "Yeah. She was something."

Michael grows quiet; his words are low, but not enough for me not to hear him. "I miss the hell out of her. I don't know how to fix it. I don't know how to get her to forgive me." His brown eyes are swimming with uncertainty, a look I wish to never see on his face; like a man drowning.

I wonder, though, if I don't look similar. Right now, though, Michael needs me and as much as I have going on; I can't let him down.

Pushing my hands into my pockets, I move to the couch and take a seat on the arm opposite him.

"I talked to her before I came over." Nodding, I realize he obviously thinks I'm talking about Liz, Michael doesn't know what's been going on between us. And in light of his current situation, it's best he doesn't.

"Maria. Michael, I was talking about Maria."

His head snaps to mine, his eyes curious and raging for an answer to his unasked question, "Why did she call you?" I turn away and find my voice.

"She called to tell me she'd be home in two weeks."

"Oh. That's good." Is all he says, and I look back at him, but he hasn't moved his eyes from me. He wants more. I search for the words, for something that will help. I look towards the computer screen and a thought comes to mind.

"What did you hope to accomplish, talking to her online?"

Seeming to forget what I just told him, for the moment, he responds, "I just needed a piece of her, Max. I know it was wrong. I wasn't going to keep it up. Even if I can't hear her voice, seeing her words on the screen... it was all I had." Knowing my brother, I know that's not it. I raise my brow; he throws his head back and confesses the rest.

"Okay! So, I wanted to know if she was seeing anyone! So I pretended to be a girl, she met on a movie board. You know she loves movies, and she was addicted to that one site, so it wasn't hard to find her. She wasn't on for a while, and then one night three weeks ago, there she was. So I signed up and struck up a conversation with her on the board, and last week, we started a private chat." When he doesn't offer anymore information, I query, "How do you pretend to be a girl? I mean, how do you know she won't catch you?"

"Easy, I lie."

"What do you talk about?"

"Movies and shit."

I nod my head, "Right. So what is your favorite movie?" I can't help but rib him. I know it's not the perfect situation, but nevertheless, it is funny.

Mumbling he says, "thenotebook."

"What?" I ask.

He balls his fists and says, "The Notebook okay? Are you happy now!"

I cross my arms but don't say a word.

"What? Aren't you going to say something to that?" he grows angrier by the second. Thankfully I've managed to figure something out in this time.

"Maria told me that she was coming home, but she doesn't know if she wants to see you."

"She said that?" he inquires, with a nod of his head, almost expecting that.

"Not in so many words. She's scared."

His head shoots up as he regards me, "Of me?"

"Actually, no. Of herself."

"What?" I can understand his confusion, in fact, not that I'm a pro, but I think I know how to apply what she told me about Liz, to her and Michael's situation.

"Look, I really believe Maria loves you. And because she does she doesn't trust herself with you. I think she's afraid things won't work out, and then what?"

"If she loves me, then she wouldn't ignore me," he bites out.

"Yeah? Didn't you do the same thing?"

"Yes, but that was different!"

I arch a brow and say, "Really? How?"

"How?"

"Yes, how was ignoring Maria, dating other girls in front of her, different? She never set out to hurt you, yet you did. Why? Did you ever ask yourself that?"

"Maxwell, what the fu-"

"Just answer it Michael. Think about it..." The room grows silent, and I'm beginning to think he isn't going to get it, but then like a light bulb I see it.

"I wanted to hurt her, because I was scared that if I really thought about it, I would realize what I lost. What we lost. Because I knew I couldn't have her."

"Says who?" My brother is slowly realizing something he probably already knew, but that badass male testosterone wouldn't let him see.

"Me."

"And don't you think, for just a minute, that maybe Maria is scared about what she lost too? That maybe she thinks she can never have it again, maybe she won't let herself because she's afraid?" He continues to look at me, unblinking.

"Michael, what I'm just learning about now, is that women are far more complex than you can even imagine. I don't know what it will take for you and Maria, but I know you have something and it would be a damn shame of you to let her fear get in the way of that."

My brother looks at me curiously and then asks, "What if she won't listen? What if we can't get past... the past?" Unfortunately, I have to be the bearer of bad news there.

"Then it's her loss, but you'll have to move on from that." He nods his head and I'm about to leave him, but before I do, I feel I should impart some words of wisdom.

"Michael?" I say from the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"I have it on good authority, that if you have something to say, and a woman won't listen..."

"Yeah?"

"Locking her in a room, might help her... see the light." While he still looks confused, I know he'll understand in a second.

I see myself out; hoping things will finally work out for him. Maria isn't completely unreasonable. She's just hurt and a woman who has been hurt by a man, not just any man, but the one she loves, is hard to overcome.

I'm learning more about that, day by day.

Now I need to find a babysitter... and I have just the couple in mind.

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"You sure it won't be a problem?" asks Liz of Stacie. I hold Andrew, listening to their conversation as Liz packs up his diaper bag.

"Of course not! Dex and I have been waiting weeks to have him all to ourselves. It will give us practice." I can hear the smile in Stacie's voice, in a little over a month they will be getting their adopted daughter.

Rubbing my finger along my son's chubby cheek, I can't help but suppress the lump in my throat. It amazes me that I love him more each and every day. He is my whole life, I think, just as I hear Liz's voice.

"I'm so happy for the both of you." I watch Liz's face closely, her smile is bright, her eyes shinning, and she's never looked more beautiful. Andrew decides at that particular moment to yawn and I lift him up to my shoulder, rubbing his back gently.

Liz turns to me, and the smile on her face is still in tact. She smiles at me like that when I have Andrew, but when he's not, the smile seems to fade. Something I intend on asking her about, tonight.

I smile back at her, and she turns back to her conversation with Stacie. As I rub my sons back and feel him squirm into a comfortable position, I make him a silent promise.

To always keep Liz happy, not just for Andrew, but for himself as well.

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Silence threatens to choke me after fifteen minutes. Liz has managed to avoid looking at me since Stacie left with Andrew.

With my plan, at least part of it, firmly in place, I start a casual conversation. "It's weird not having him around, right?"

Immediately, Liz answers me. "Yes. But it's good I think. I mean, he's still young but I think it's good for Stacie and Dexter. I just worry."

I nod and smile at her, "I know. Me too. Everyday."

To this she seems surprised, so I ask, "What?"

Shaking her head, her hair falling over her shoulders, she lifts one shoulder and bites down on her bottom lip. I stretch my legs out in front of me, crossing them at the ankles and ask her to tell me what's on her mind.

"Nothing. I mean, it's just you seem no casual about it. About Andrew I mean. I wish I had half your confidence."

I throw my head back with a laugh, "It's not confidence, it's called scared shitless. Liz, I'm constantly worried I'm going to make a mistake. That I'm going to make a bad decision and I won't be able to take it back."

She appears to think that over and says, "Yes. I know what you mean." I don't press her, even though it sounds as if she's talking about more than Andrew.

"So, it's a nice day out. How about we go for a drive?" I suggest and she looks up at me.

"Sure. Let me go get changed real quick though, okay?" I nod and tell her I'm going to grab a drink from the kitchen and wait for her.

A few minutes later, she emerges from the bedroom wearing a bright yellow sundress, white flip-flops and her hair in a high ponytail.

"I'm ready."

I step closer, wanting to touch her more than my next breath, but instead I move in, kiss her cheek and whisper, "You look beautiful." I don't wait for a reaction, I reach out for her hand, and she takes it and follows me out the door.

"Where are we going?" she asks, sounding like the old Liz with a smile in her voice.

"To take you practice driving. It's been about two weeks, I think we need to get you back behind the wheel."

"You sure?" uncertainty and a little fear evident in her voice and face. Reaching out my hand I cradle her cheek, keeping my eyes on the road, I tell her I'm sure.

"Okay. For just a little bit."

"Just a little," I agree.

A half hour later, Liz is nearly yelling at me because I'm not explaining myself enough. This time instead of losing my temper, I just soften my voice.

"You just need to loosen up baby. If you drive with your knuckles clenched, you'll have a migraine in ten minutes of driving. I'm not saying let the wheel go, but just hold it comfortably."

"I am holding it, Max." she retorts and tightens her fingers on the wheel.

"Liz, you've got it in a death grip."

"Yes. Because I don't want to lose control." I lean back, wondering about something.

"Liz, no matter how strong you hold the wheel, bad things can still happen. You can't control everything."

"I know that! Don't you think I know that!" she blasts, out. Putting the car in park and jumping out of the drivers seat. Thankfully, we're in a closed parking lot with no one in sight.

I sit in the car and watch as she leans up against the door, her arms crossed. Stepping out of the car, I come to her side. Standing beside her, shoulder to shoulder, I don't look at her and I don't speak. Instead, I just stand with her. When I feel the surge of pent up frustration leave her body, I wrap and arm around her shoulder.

"I wish you wouldn't make this so hard. But for now, Liz, we'll do it your way." Turning her head up at me, she searches my eyes, trying to figure out what I'm talking about, but I sense she already knows.

"Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"To my place. I have some stuff in my trunk I need to drop off, then we can grab something to eat."

Without another word she moves to the passengers side and I slip into the driver's.

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After hanging up my dry-cleaning, I close my closet door and see Liz standing just inside my bedroom.

"What's wrong?" I ask and she shakes her head. Moving closer to her, I realize, her flip-flops are off and her small toes are arched into the rug.

"Are you hungry?" I ask, and she shakes her head again.

At a loss, I turn to move into the bathroom, she doesn't follow but instead she says, "I'm sorry." I almost don't believe it, but when I turn to look at her, I know I didn't imagine it.

"For what?" I ask, because honestly she could just be talking about the driving lesson.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she moves to the bed, leaning against it and looking down at her hands.

"Everything," is all she says. I move across the room, standing in front of her, and to my surprise she looks up at me. Her eyes are brimming with unshed tears, but instead of pressing her, I place my hands on her waist and lift her onto the mattress.

I decide that sitting next to her may not be a good idea, as I begin to move away she asks me not to. Instead I take a seat on the other side of her, not touching her, though.

When it seems she's not going to say anything further, I'm at a loss. I don't know where to go from here.

"I miss us, Max," she confesses looking at me. "Me too, Liz."

She nods and bites back the rush of tears. "I don't know where you begin."

"How about you tell me about the day Andrew was born?" I suggest and she catches my meaning quickly. That's the day after all, that everything changed for us.

Letting out a long sigh, she tilts her head to the side, away from me.

"When they brought me back from the delivery room, I was tired and so happy. But I was... terrified. I'm a mother. I can't afford to not be sure about things anymore... at least that's how I felt."

"What were you not sure of? Me? Us?"

"Me."

"You?"

"Yes. I was afraid, I wasn't enough."

"For Andrew?" I ask, thinking maybe Maria and my mother had it wrong; hell I obviously had it wrong.

Liz turns to me and says, "No. You."

"Me?"

"I don't know how to explain it Max. Because while I'm afraid of making a mistake with Andrew. I know that I love him more than anything. He means more to me than I even thought possible. And I was prepared to be his mother before he was even born, with or without you."

"Liz-" I begin to confirm that she doesn't have to do it alone, but she staves off my words with a hand on top of mine.

"No. You don't understand, Max. When I started this nearly a year ago, I was ready to be a single mother. Then you came. You were, God... Max... you were everything I had wished that Danny had been. Not that I was comparing, but it was hard not to. He was supposed to love me forever. At least, in my mind he was. The reality... well you know how that went," she pauses, offering me a small smile. I decide to let her finish, to tell me everything, because then maybe I'll know where I stand in all of this.

With her, I hope.

"That day, when you sang to me, telling me that you loved me. I couldn't have imagined it better. The way you hold me. The way you kiss me. The way you accepted me, and trusted me, even when I probably didn't deserve it. I don't know where to go from there. It's too much already."

"Too much?" I ask, not really following her, but trying.

Liz nods her head, looking up at me, tears sliding down her cheeks, onto her dress and I can't hold back my smile. I love her, more than words.

I wish that was enough, but even I know it's not.

"I stand to lose everything now, Max."

"No, Liz. You don't..."

She smiles, leaning her head on my shoulder. "I do. Because you and Andrew are my life. And if you..." she pauses, takes a deep breath and continues. "If you decide that you don't love me anymore, I don't know how to come back from that, Max."

I understand her fear, completely. "What if you decide you don't love me anymore, Liz? Don't you think it would be just as hard for me?"

Liz looks up at me, surprise on her face, but what she says next, tightens something in my chest, and knows it will never let her go.

"I could never, not love you Max. You are, the love of my life. I didn't think it was possible for me, not after everything. But I want no one but you... ever."

I cup her cheek in my palm, stroking it gently and then lean down and taste her lips. Salty and sweet, just like I love her.

Pulling back, I wait for her eyes to open before I whisper against her lips, "For the rest of my life, there's only you Liz."

"But what if..." I silence her with another kiss. This time, I pull her into my lap, wrap my arms around her and wait until her body softens against mine before leaning back.

Her lips parted and puffy, her eyes closed and her heart thrumming rapidly against my chest. I move one hand to the back of her neck, cradling it gently, rubbing her pulse soothingly.

"I can't predict the future, but I can promise you that I will love you more than I have ever loved anyone. I can't promise that I'll never hurt you, but I swear it won't be on purpose. And I can't promise that I'll never let you down, because I'm not perfect, but I swear I will try my best never to do it. Honestly, Liz, I can't remember not ever loving you. And I can't imagine, not ever loving you."

"Max..." she says, tears overtaking her and I use that opportunity to pull her down against me. Kissing her tears, her heartache away, with the intention of replacing it with only memories of us.

Great memories.

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I slide the straps of her dress down, and she goes completely still. Moments ago, she was so soft, stretching across me, kissing me like she couldn't get enough. Now she remains above me, unmoving. Breathing heavily.

"What's wrong?" I ask, afraid I'm pushing her too fast.

"Nothing," she's breathless when she says it, and instead of garnering concern, it only causes my body to strain against hers. Obviously another part of my anatomy has finally taken over fulltime, which is why it takes me longer than usual to realize Liz is moving off of me.

"Liz, wait. Did I do something?" I reach out for her and she shakes her head. But doesn't look at me.

"Baby, come here," I coax her into my arms; she comes but doesn't say a word.

I stroke her back, and she wraps her arms around my neck tightly. "I'm not what you think."

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't... look pretty anymore."

"Liz, you're beautiful to me. I wouldn't lie to you."

"I know. But you only see me in clothes. You haven't seen me."

I pull back, removing her hands from my neck, so that I can look into her eyes. "Liz, you had a baby, I realize that, but it won't change the way I feel about you. It won't change how much you turn me on. I promise," I lean in and kiss her lips again, but it doesn't appease her because she's not kissing me back.

I let out a frustrated breath. I can't help it, there is only so much control one man has and I've been hanging by a thin string for months.

"I'm sorry! Can't we wait until later?"

"Later?" I ask, confused but then realizing it's still early, and the sun is still up.

"Night?"

"Yes. Please?" I'm about to let her get away with it, but I realize instantly that it will only set us back if I give in.

"Now."

"Max, I can't. Don't you understand? I have marks and... what if it isn't any good. What if... I did have a baby! Maybe we should wait until... until..." she blushes brightly and I bite back my smile. I wrap my arms around her and whisper in her ear, "Until what?"

"I'm not going to say it!" she hisses out but doesn't move from my hold.

I kiss her ear, her neck, and then run my tongue back up to her ear and nibble there for a minute, asking again, "Until what? Until you're tight again?" I say the words, only torturing myself by the minute.

"Yes," she breathes out.

"Hmm... I think you'll be perfect, Liz. Just..." I kiss her again, "Perfect."

"I... I don't know," she says softly against my neck. I continue to kiss her neck once again, distracting her as I find the hem of her dress and lift it from her body, moving away for just a second to pull the material from her body.

I suck in a breath, no bra and a skimpy pair of panties that are as see through as they come. "Damn..." I say, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. My tongue slides hungrily into her mouth, trying to devour her, body and soul is my goal.

"Max... wait..." She pushes at my shoulders and I groan in utter frustration.

"What baby?" I manage to find words, air...

"Can we put the sheets over us?"

I growl, "No."

"Max, you're not being reasonable."

"Oh trust me. I am. Now kiss me," I say, running my hands over the perfectly shaped ass in my hands.

"You don't understand, I told you I have marks."

I say between kisses, "You. Don't. Understand. I. Don't. Care."

"I can't do this," she says, and I break the kiss, my hands grow idle. I look into her eyes, and ask her, "Are you talking about stretch marks?" She seems surprised, and then she begins to move off of me again.

I grab hold of her hips, "Where are you going?"

"I know they're ugly, you shouldn't have to see them."

"I've already seen them, and do I look like someone who wants you any less?" I ask, quirking up an eyebrow as her eyes travel down my body, my erection straining against the unforgiving denim in my lap.

She blushes, "Oh..."

"Liz, you're not the first woman I've been naked with, but you are going to be the last. And I'm sorry to break this to you, those aren't the first one's I've seen."

"Really? You've dated other pregnant girls?" I shake my head, how does someone who is a woman not know about this? For once, I'm not out of my element.

I pull her back into my lap, and purposely reach down and trace the one distinct mark I can even see on her hip. "Liz even women who haven't had a baby, have stretch marks. For lots of different reasons."

"Did you sleep with lots of girls that have them?" she asks, going completely off the subject.

"Liz, that isn't something I want to talk about with you. Now or ever. Now kiss me, baby, I'm dying over here." I smile at her, and pull her under me this time, not wanting to let her get away again.

"Max?"

"Yeah?" I say, barely paying any attention as I slip my hands inside the elastic band of her panties.

"Would you mind taking your clothes off, now?" I lean up on my elbows and smile brightly.

"Anything for you Liz."

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I pull away panting, my entire body shaking from the restraint of not taking her, of not sinking myself into her, of not making love to her for the first time.

Her lips are swollen, her nipples puckered, her breathing, panting gasps. I reach between us, finding her swollen and wet; pushing in two fingers I watch her reaction.

Her body arches beneath me; I force myself to take my time. I've tasted her, I've teased her and now I want her.

"Liz, open your eyes and look at me." She does, and smiles. I kiss her lips once more as I move my hand and push inside her. Finally. Just a little, because she hisses and grips my shoulders. I shudder at the feel of her tight heat wrapped around me.

"I'm sorry," she apologizes and I reassure her, sorry is the last thing she should feel.

"Don't be, you feel incredible. A little more, baby." I sink further inside of her, taking her lips once again. Her body arches against mine, and I slip my hands beneath her hips, tilting her further, pressing deeper. It doesn't take long for her body to tighten in release, nor does it take mine. It's been too damn long.

Breathing heavily, I pull her to the side, our bodies still joined. She cuddles her body against mine, and I pull the covers over us and hold her tighter.

"I love you, Max."

"And I Liz, love you." I run my hand down her back and smile as she looks up at me, her chin resting on my chest.

"Was it... okay?"

I quirk and eyebrow and curl my lips up, "Okay? No, sorry Liz it wasn't."

"Oh..." I then pull her quickly on top of me and kiss her breast, tugging her nipple into my mouth before pulling away and looking up at her. "It was so much better. And next time I promise, it will be longer."

"Longer?" she asks, and I nod, running my hand over her other breast.

"And hotter."

She blinks. "Hotter?"

I tug her up with me, my back hitting the headboard, before I take her nipple into my mouth once again. "Hmm... and wetter."

"Max..." she says, her hands wrapping around my head, tugging me closer. I reach down, and thrust into her. Feeling myself begin to recover. Once with her after all this time, just isn't enough. Not nearly.

She moans out my name, further spurring me on. I move my hands to her waist, pushing her gently all the while thrusting shallowly into her. Finally, when I see she's with me, I move my hands up her body, over her back, and cup her breasts. Then back down, kneading the flesh of her perfectly shaped bottom.

Gripping my face, she urges me to kiss her as I urge her to sink further down onto me. I mumble against her lips, "More, Liz. Take all... of me." I drag in a deep breath when she finally sinks down. My head hits the wood, and I watch under heavy lids, as her hands come up to my chest as she comes again, her entire body shuddering with the force of it, squeezing me in the silken heat of her orgasm. I thrust up into her, teaching her the rhythm all the while kissing her lips, her neck, her breasts, running my hands over every exposed piece of flesh I can.

Wanting more of her. All of her.

"God," I gasp out realizing that nothing... nothing and no one has ever felt this good.

"Max..." she pants. I thrust up, further, stretching her, pulling her with me, climbing the mountain together. And then finally... finally release comes in a blinding white light and our eyes connect. My body drawn taught and tight, feeling her body milk me to an oblivion, her body arches and I'll be damned if she doesn't come again, her lips part and before I can think of anything else, I say the first thing that comes to mind.

"Shit!" I hiss out, holding her sweat-slicked body against my own, as I flood her, thick, heavy and hot.

"H-how was that?" her husky, sex-laden voice says a few minutes later. I can't help but bend up and capture her lips once again, hungrily.

Smiling I say, as I pull away, "I don't have any good words right now."

"How about a string of bad ones?" she asks, her body going lax in my arms.

I clear my throat, force my heart to stop racing by taking deep breaths and I look down at her, then further, where we are still joined and say, "Fucking great." She throws her head back and laughs. I resist the urge to take her again, even if I were ready, my body needs recovery time now.

"Well, don't you have anything to tell me?" I say, lifting her from me, and placing her beside me. Every bone in my body sated, the lull for sleep calling me.

Her eyes dancing, she places a hand against my heart and says, "I don't have anything intelligent to say, right now. Give me time."

"Hell no. You wanted me to tell you... so get to it woman."

She giggles and looks me in the eye and takes a deep breath. "I can't wait for you to do that again." I pat her bottom and pull her closer. "You're not getting off that easy, now what is it that you can't wait for me to do again?"

"Max, why must you embarrass me?" Because it's fun and I love watching you blush from it, but I don't tell her.

"Sweetheart, this isn't embarrassing, now go on. Tell me."

"All right! I can't wait for you to make love to me again."

"Yeah? Why not?"

"Because it was really good."

"Just good?"

"Hot."

"Just hot?"

"And sweaty."

"So it was hot and sweaty... and good. Have I got it all?"

"Yes."

"You sure? Nothing else you'd like to add?"

"Nope. That about sums it up."

"Okay good. I need a nap now." I yawn, and while I'm sure she's caught on to the game, she slaps my shoulder anyway.

"What? Why the violence?"

"Don't you want to know?"

"Know what?"

"That I love that you make me come... hard."

"Hmm... that's my little sex kitten. Give me an hour and I'll have you purring again." I kiss her, as my lids grow heavy.

"Love you," we both whisper out before falling into a deep sleep.

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