Disclaimer: I own nothing, and only borrowed the characters for a little while.


"Hop to it," ordered Matthews.

"You wanna come closer and say that?" asked Gracie imperiously from where she was propped up against the headboard, her leg stretched out before her in a long moonboot.

"Not a chance sparky," replied Matthews with a grin, digging into a bagel.

She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He easily ducked and turned to her. What he might have said or done was never known as Gracie winced in pain.

"Take it easy," he cautioned, stepping closer.

"Easy for you to say," she muttered, struggling to get comfortable. "You don't have a rod in your leg."

"Or up my ass," he agreed.

He leaned down to kiss her goodbye, and just avoided the rear head slap.

"And bring me home some donuts!" she ordered imperiously as he left the room, snagging his keys.


Finito.