on his bottom; her tongue licked his. She broke away, though. He followed her back to Des's room.
"Now," she said, "which one is Mike?"
"The male, probably. 'Pat' can be either gender." Of course,
telling the sexes apart isn't easy with fish. One of them darted at the other. Kim netted the escapee with the small tool that Des used for that purpose. In seconds, she had returned it to its own tank. She headed for their room and the bathroom beyond it.
He headed down the hall to the kitchen. Real French toast was a treat. He could mix up the coating now and heat up the pan whenever they wanted to eat.
- = -
She took her time in the shower. She put jelly on the diaphragm and inserted it. Once again, she was thankful that they had taken an apartment with two baths. She could store what she wanted in this medicine cabinet without worrying about explaining it to Des.
She put on the robe but not the nightgown. She knew what he would want; for that matter, she wanted it too. They never made too big a public fuss about their wedding anniversary, less than six months before Des's corresponding birthday. Since their celebrations were private, they celebrated what they privately enjoyed about being married.
John was lying in bed when she got out of the bathroom. The clothes he'd worn so briefly were piled on his dresser. "You aren't dressed," she said. "What if I want to go out to eat as an anniversary celebration?"
"Which celebration do you want? A diner breakfast, or dinner in a Thai restaurant? Besides, the French toast is ready except for the bread."
"Well, it is time for breakfast." She turned towards the
bedroom door.
"You don't intend to eat in your bathrobe, do you?"
"If you're going to be like that...." She removed the robe
without revealing herself to his gaze. Then, slowly, she moved
it around so that he got a view of her from behind. Slowly she
pranced towards the door.
He laughed. "Someday, I'm going to let you go. I'd love to
see you frying French toast with all that skin exposed."
"Well, now that you mention it, that would be dangerous. I
suppose I have to go back to bed." Slowly, she turned around.
"Woman, you are still beautiful." She had never been beautiful. She had long ago lost the youthful prettiness which had characterized her when they had first met.
"I wasn't beautiful when you married me."
"All brides are beautiful. My bride was more beautiful than
most, and beautiful in places I haven't seen in other brides."
She climbed into bed and gave him a kiss. "I love how you
talk. I don't believe it, but I love it."
He tossed the covers down and kicked them off. They were
lying beside each other wearing nothing but their rings. He kissed her ring finger. "Thank you for accepting me."
She kissed his mouth again, this time her tongue entered it.
His met it, and the two tasted each other. "Thank you for proposing to me."
* * *
She came to him with her worries. His answer was immediate. “Will you marry me?" After she'd accepted, he continued. "If you're right, it should be as soon as practical. If you are wrong, we'll need to plan better. Either way, you said 'yes.' I'll hold you to that unless you take it back."
* * *
Now he said, "You were so clever with that fishnet." He kissed her fingers one by one; then he kissed her left palm; then he kissed her right palm. He continued up her wrist.
"Always thinking," she said. She kissed his forehead.
"The way you nourished Des." He kissed her right breast, then the left. He sucked and licked at that nipple until she felt even the right one harden.
"Way back then, I was so proud when you strode the stage and people were hanging on your every word." She kissed his mouth.
He petted her thighs while they prolonged that kiss.
"The first
"Now," she said, "which one is Mike?"
"The male, probably. 'Pat' can be either gender." Of course,
telling the sexes apart isn't easy with fish. One of them darted at the other. Kim netted the escapee with the small tool that Des used for that purpose. In seconds, she had returned it to its own tank. She headed for their room and the bathroom beyond it.
He headed down the hall to the kitchen. Real French toast was a treat. He could mix up the coating now and heat up the pan whenever they wanted to eat.
- = -
She took her time in the shower. She put jelly on the diaphragm and inserted it. Once again, she was thankful that they had taken an apartment with two baths. She could store what she wanted in this medicine cabinet without worrying about explaining it to Des.
She put on the robe but not the nightgown. She knew what he would want; for that matter, she wanted it too. They never made too big a public fuss about their wedding anniversary, less than six months before Des's corresponding birthday. Since their celebrations were private, they celebrated what they privately enjoyed about being married.
John was lying in bed when she got out of the bathroom. The clothes he'd worn so briefly were piled on his dresser. "You aren't dressed," she said. "What if I want to go out to eat as an anniversary celebration?"
"Which celebration do you want? A diner breakfast, or dinner in a Thai restaurant? Besides, the French toast is ready except for the bread."
"Well, it is time for breakfast." She turned towards the
bedroom door.
"You don't intend to eat in your bathrobe, do you?"
"If you're going to be like that...." She removed the robe
without revealing herself to his gaze. Then, slowly, she moved
it around so that he got a view of her from behind. Slowly she
pranced towards the door.
He laughed. "Someday, I'm going to let you go. I'd love to
see you frying French toast with all that skin exposed."
"Well, now that you mention it, that would be dangerous. I
suppose I have to go back to bed." Slowly, she turned around.
"Woman, you are still beautiful." She had never been beautiful. She had long ago lost the youthful prettiness which had characterized her when they had first met.
"I wasn't beautiful when you married me."
"All brides are beautiful. My bride was more beautiful than
most, and beautiful in places I haven't seen in other brides."
She climbed into bed and gave him a kiss. "I love how you
talk. I don't believe it, but I love it."
He tossed the covers down and kicked them off. They were
lying beside each other wearing nothing but their rings. He kissed her ring finger. "Thank you for accepting me."
She kissed his mouth again, this time her tongue entered it.
His met it, and the two tasted each other. "Thank you for proposing to me."
* * *
She came to him with her worries. His answer was immediate. “Will you marry me?" After she'd accepted, he continued. "If you're right, it should be as soon as practical. If you are wrong, we'll need to plan better. Either way, you said 'yes.' I'll hold you to that unless you take it back."
* * *
Now he said, "You were so clever with that fishnet." He kissed her fingers one by one; then he kissed her left palm; then he kissed her right palm. He continued up her wrist.
"Always thinking," she said. She kissed his forehead.
"The way you nourished Des." He kissed her right breast, then the left. He sucked and licked at that nipple until she felt even the right one harden.
"Way back then, I was so proud when you strode the stage and people were hanging on your every word." She kissed his mouth.
He petted her thighs while they prolonged that kiss.
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