"You don't own me, I'm not just one of your many toys. You don't own me, don't say I can't go with other boys…" Connie walked around the kitchen singing as she finished cleaning up. Cal wandered downstairs and looked into the kitchen with a smile on his face as he watched his fiancée.
The wedding was a little over a month away and Connie had been fussing over every tiny detail. She was beginning to relax now and Cal was starting to get the 'old' Connie back again. "Don't tell me what to do and don't tell me what to say. Please when I go out with you, don't put me on display…" Cal swept in behind her turning her around in his arms.
She laughed as he spun her around and started to dance around the kitchen with her. Despite falling in love with the feisty, strong-willed Connie he loved seeing the carefree side of her. They moved out of the kitchen as he laced his fingers through hers and danced.
"I don't tell you what to say, I don't tell you what to do. Just let me be myself, that's all I ask of you. I'm young and I love to be young, I'm free and I love to be free to live my life the way I want. To say and do whatever I please…"
Cal smiled as she sung to the song before he stopped the words coming from her mouth by pressing his lips against hers. Connie let go of his hands to link them together behind his neck pulling him closer to her. "So why were we just dancing around the house?" Cal smiled holding her waist. "Think of it as practice because in four weeks time you'll be in the arms of the luckiest man alive on the most important day of his life."
Connie smiled "No pressure then hey?" Cal laughed as he let his arms drop while she went back to the kitchen. "Who'd have thought that Connie Beauchamp was such a domestic goddess?" She turned back throwing a wet soapy sponge across the room at him in response as she laughed. "Sorry Constance Beauchamp-" she narrowed her eyes and glared at him before thinking of something herself. "Who'd have thought Caleb Knight would actually settle down and stop sleeping with anything that had blonde hair and a pulse?"
"Ooh that was low even for you-" "Yeah well you'll get used to that then won't you." She smirked across at him as he sat back on the sofa with his feet up. "Why don't you make yourself at home sweetheart and I'll make a drink shall I?" She spat it sarcastically as Cal looked up. "Sweetheart-" "Don't tell me you've forgotten how to detect sarcasm now as well?" Cal laughed as Connie came into the living room and sat beside him.
"You know sometimes I wonder how the hell I'm still with you-" "Because you know I'm the best thing that ever happened to you and you also know you'd never find anyone else who could replace me." Cal nodded slightly turning to her. "I was more referencing the way this works but okay-" "What do you mean by that?"
Connie pulled her legs onto the sofa underneath her as she looked across at him. "I mean, I get to see the soft and caring side of you of course… But you're still a stubborn, awkward, annoying, ice cold bitch who knows exactly how to make someone feel awful-" "Compliments will get you nowhere Dr Knight-" "This is what I mean. I fell in love with that manipulative and powerful woman, and somehow no matter what you return to that. How the hell we work I will never understand."
She knelt up on the sofa as Cal sat up straight. Connie moved her arms around his neck and kissed him, moving one leg to the other side of his lap so she could deepen the kiss. Cal's hand rested in her hair whilst the other moved underneath her shirt to brush against the skin of her back.
As Connie kissed him again she moved back biting his bottom lip before smiling. "Does it matter why we work? I love you, you treat me like no man ever has but you give me the space I need and don't expect me to be some fancy girl walking around in my underwear all day-" "Although if you did fancy doing that I wouldn't complain." He laughed as she pushed a hand to his chest before closing the space and kissing him again.
When she got up she walked out but turned to face him walking backwards. "You have no chance of that happening so don't worry" she winked before turning around again and making two drinks. "Have you spoken to Ethan about the best man speech-" "Yes and it's all finished, same as every other detail of the wedding. Look Connie just forget about it for two weeks, then panic again okay?"
A small smile settled on her face as she handed a mug of coffee to him. Before she had the chance to sit beside him he snaked a hand around her waist pulling her back onto his lap. "Careful! I'd rather not have second degree burns due to your idiocy."
After the initial annoyance passed Connie let herself relax into him, his arm still snaked round her tummy. He placed his lips to her neck kissing her lightly. "In a month you'll finally be Mrs Knight-" "If you survive that long sweetheart than I'll grant you that one." He tightened his arm around her waist before she began to wriggle against him laughing. "I swear to god Caleb carry on and one of us will regret what happens and I'm telling you now it won't be me!"
He laughed allowing her to turn over so she was facing him, straddling his lap. "There's something about the bitchy boss which I find so sexy-" "Mmm I bet you do…" He smiled into the kiss as he moved his hands down her body until they rest around her thighs as she knelt up. One of Cal's hands remained where it was while the other moved under the tight skirt and hooked under the side of her underwear. "Dr Knight I think there's something I need you to check out for me-" "Yeah-" "Hmm, might take a while though." He had a sly smile on his face as he lifted her up and pushed her back against the couch.