Sitting on a park bench, the redhead lifted her face to the sun, her fiery curls dancing in the soft breeze. A smile played along her lips as if she were awaiting a kiss from her lover. Truth be told her mind was on those previous kisses, at least numbering in the thousands. She could feel his warm breath against her skin as if he were standing next to her. His arms were encircling her waist pulling her against him, his presence making her feel safe and wanted. Next he would nuzzle her neck, his lips searching for that spot beneath her ear that made her hum with desire. Her heart would stutter when he moved to her lips, brushing them gently with his thumb and looking into her eyes, his own dark with emotion.

She would sigh as she twined her fingers in his hair – hair that was becoming a little shaggy but this is how she liked it. He was not a suit and tie kind of guy, although he could be. She felt that silly flutter in her stomach each time she saw him, whether in jeans or a suit. It didn't matter what the attire because she wanted him and the clothes were just something he would soon be shedding. She never stopped wondering why the pull was so strong between them, the love as amazing now as when they first met and the anticipation just as delicious.

Julia opened her eyes and there he was, striding towards her, his eyes only on her, his smile for her alone. She watched him, trying to still her excitement but to no avail. It was always like this, she thought as a pleasant shiver coursed through her.

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He stopped as she came into view, leaning his shoulder against a giant oak. He never tired of this vision – that's how he always thought of her – a vision of beauty and goodness. Even now he marveled that she wanted him, loved him and was always there for him. He never thought of himself as something special or even worthy of her but that's how she made him feel.

He could recall the scent of her hair as he buried his face in her riotous curls just before tasting the sweetness of her lips – both a drug to his senses. Her arms would move to loop around his neck, her fingers raking his hair, nails pressing gently urging him to continue. How many times had they kissed? Hundreds? Thousands? No matter. Each time was like the first with that heart stopping jolt that came with every one of those kisses.

A smile crossed his face as he pushed away from the tree. Anticipation burned in his core as their eyes met. His steps became hurried the closer he came and when he was at her side, they stopped, mere inches apart, savoring the anticipation, knowing what followed would be even better.

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"I was watching you." Julia murmured, her arms looping around his neck.

"Yeah? I was watching you too." Barbie's hands rested at her waist, tugging her closer yet.

"So? What's better, watching or doing?"

Just before he finished closing the distance between them, he replied, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a knowing grin.

"No contest, baby. Definitely doing." His lips brushed against hers softly. "Yeah, definitely doing."