Title: Happy Anniversary
Chapter 2 - Year Two - Cotton

A/N: Okay thanks so much everyone for the amazing reviews so I have decided to continue. This is the first story ever from me with multiple chapters with no other story line other than SMex, Fluff and romance and each chappy is a different theme, none continuing. And since this is fiction their anniversaries will work best on a weekend, hope you all don't mind if it's the weekend they celebrante on every year. Also there will be no children as it's not a family type story! Lol...hope that doesn't disappoint anyone and you like this chapter and the rest of these just as much as the first.


~TRADITIONAL GIFT = COTTON~

"Damn it!"

Mac's lips offer another angry grunt, forcing Stella to look up from her reading and gently frown. He was seated at the kitchen table, frantically trying to finish a report for Sinclair that was due on Monday; despite the fact that he hated to bring his work home and told her he wouldn't and their weekends would be theirs. But she couldn't fault him for it, she loved him too much.

His back looked tense, hair slightly mussed up from angry fingers running through it and his body slightly hunched over the small laptop that was before him. Despite his distressed mood, staring at him she still had to smile.

Two years, she ponders inside her mind, turning back to her reading, cup of tea in one hand. Two years have almost passed, she allows her mind to dwell on. The year had passed much like the first; tense arguments, heated debates, mostly over work; lazy mornings of sleeping in; and regular bouts of heated sexual pleasure. No matter how strained their conversations became at the start, in the end they always were quickly resolved because of their solid love for the other; this always ensured a rift never formed.

Almost time for another anniversary celebration. They had decided the year before to go the traditional route; to add some fun into their yearly gift giving ritual. Throughout the year, if either ever wanted to buy the other a gift, it was always fulfilled; neither lacked for material attention or affection. This year is cotton. Cotton what? Underwear? Her lips curl as she pictures Mac in his black boxers and her cheeks slightly flush. A year older and he's still the most handsome man she's ever known; the only man who with just a simple smile can ensure her heart skips a beat.

Her husband's lips emit another frustrated groan and she knows it's time for some much needed distraction. She casts her glance outside, the rain was still beating down upon the window pane, the skies dark; it was the perfect weather to stay inside and enjoy each other. She puts down her book, slowly moves herself up off the couch, heads over to the blinds and closes them before disappearing into the bedroom.

Mac finally looks up from his report and frowns when Stella walks past him in silence and then disappears into their bedroom. Is she mad at me? He had promised her when they got married he wouldn't bring his work home so as to keep the marital peace between them and work in its place; outside their home. But Sinclair was riding his ass and the report needed to be finished.

"Stella?" He lightly calls as he leans back in his chair, messes his hair once more with his hands and rubs his weary eyes. "Everything okay?"

"Yes," is her simple reply and he shakes his head; mad at himself for her supposed upset tone.

"I'm sorry to be working on..."

"It's okay Mac."

"I'm almost finished," he huffs as he pushes his chair back a bit and allows his ears to listen to the soft rhythm of the rain beating down upon the window panes outside.

"It's okay," Stella mentions as she nears him.

Mac was about to turn around when Stella comes up from behind and stops his actions.

"Just relax okay," she whispers in a soft tone as she plants a warm kiss near his ear. "I think it's time you had a distraction," she tells him as she slowly walks in front, displaying her body covered only in a small gown of satin.

"Wow," Mac whispers as his hands quickly tug his t-shirt over his head, his member already straining in his jeans for his wife's body.

"However..." Stella smiles as she produces a piece of black satin. "You need to be completely distracted."

"But..." Mac tries to protest as she gently wraps the piece of satin around his eyes and ties it behind his head, successfully ensuring her husband's mind will be on her and not work. "Trust me Stella, work is the last thing on my mind right now."

"Better be," she mumbles as her fingers tug on the waist band of his jeans, pulling his body down slightly before unzipping his pants and then tugging them off his legs, his erection now painfully straining the black fabric of his underwear. Then much to his delight his naked body is completely free, waiting for her to complete their union.

"I can't see," Mac moans as he feels her body slowly eases itself into position, allowing him to enter her.

"Oh Mac..." Stella gently gasps as her body feels new sentations from his entry. "Feels so good," Stella whispers as she starts to plant hungry kisses on his lips, devouring them with heated passion. Mac's hands wrap around her back, playing with the slippery satin that is heating up the longer their sexual escapade continues.

"You okay sitting like this?" She asks referring to their first time attempt at having sex on a chair.

"It's um...different," Mac lightly smiles as his mind races with wonder as to where his wife's lips will be next. Stella's body arches in Mac's grasp as he continues to thrust into her with loving movements.

"Is that...good for you..." she moans as he pushes into her once more.

"I like it...yes!" Mac gasps once more as Stella's body responds in kind, forcing his body to lightly arch off the chair.

"You look sexy blindfolded Mac," Stella tells him as she gently tugs back the knot and plants hungry kisses on her husband's lightly sweat covered neck. Mac's lips curl into a wide grin at her aggressive actions, their rhythm increasing. One of the things that always ensured Mac never had to seek sexual fulfillment elsewhere was the way his wife made him feel wanted, needed, desired and loved more than any other man on the planet. He only hoped he made her feel the same in return.

Stella's mouth finally made its way back to Mac's, assaulting his lips and forcing her tongue into the soft folds between his teeth, taking much delight in the pleasurable moans his mouth was offering in return.

"Gosh Stella..." Mac groans as they nears climax.

"I can feel it Mac."

"Come to me Stella."

"Mac!" Stella gasps as he offers one last thrust and the room was still. Sweat lightly trickles down Mac's warm back, black satin keeping sweaty strands at bay, his loving wife still attached to him. Stella gently removes the blindfold and smiles.

"Well?" She lightly questions.

"Um what was I doing earlier?" He smirks and she's quick to taste his salty lips once more.

"Think you'll be able to concentrate now?"

"No," Mac smiles as his fingers play with some stray curls, before brushing some of the black satin where her erect nipple is still straining against the fabric; tempting him further. "Love how you feel."

"Love the way you touch me," she answers in truth as his fingers press against the pert nub.

"Thank you for this distraction."

"I love you Mac, my job is to look after you."

"I don't deserve you, you know," he lightly frowns.

Her warm finger gently presses against his forehead, ensuring the lines quickly disappear and his face is smooth once more. "I could say the same about Mac. No man has ever made me feel the way you do," she whispers happily as she leans in closer. "You are amazing."

Mac beams under her praise and allows them to linger a bit longer before he regrettably feels her pull away, his body instantly cooling from the separation.

"Now get back to work," she teases and he can't help but smile and comply. He pulls his black underwear back on and then watches her leave before turning back to his laptop; the rest of his clothes in a pile at his feet.

"Mac, you can't work in just your underwear," Stella groans as she walks back into the living room with a robe wrapped around her lightly clothed body.

"I'm at home," he protests.

"Yeah but looking like that makes me want to attack you again," she winks and his face flushes.

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Want to keep your job?" She teases.

"I'm almost finished," he insists. "But if you insist, I know I can be rea..."

"Don't worry Mac, we always have tonight. Just finish that report."

"Right."

Stella happily goes about finishing a few tasks while Mac hurries to finish his report and then helps Stella make dinner. One of the other things she had ensured was he takes an active part in household tasks when time afforded it for them; that included helping making dinner.

"Two years on Monday Mac," Stella mentions as she hovers around the stove; still dressed in her robe only and Mac only in his underwear.

Mac looks up from his task and smiles. "Two years..."

"So um..."

"Gifts right?" His eyes crinkle with anticipated delight. "What is this year again?"

"Cotton," Stella states flatly.

"Cotton?" Mac arches his brows. "Ok-ay...whose idea was it to go traditional?"

"Yours," she smiles as she leaves her task and wanders over to check on his.

"Cotton," he mumbles under his breath, not looking up. Her fingers gently brush his, forcing his eyes upward to lock with hers. "The only thing that is cotton is underwear and neither of us needs new underwear."

"You're right," she agrees as she pats his ass and he smirks. "Course we could buy a few items and then take turns modeling them for each other."

"I don't think so," Mac shakes his head in disagreement. "New bed sheets?"

"Can I wrap you up in them?" Stella teases as she leaves his side and heads back to her task to finish it up so they can eat.

"Clothing is cotton," Mac suggests as they start into dinner once again trying to think of suggestions for their upcoming anniversary.

"How come we leave these things to the last minute?" Stella inquires.

"Work?" Mac counters.

"Probably. Placemats?" Stella laughs.

"Yeah that's fun," Mac remarks dryly. "Towels?"

"Pillows for a pillow fight?"

"Kinda like the sound of that," Mac smirks. "Naked?"

"Of course," Stella agrees with a firm nod of her head. "Too bad we didn't go Modern, it would have been China."

"Stella, we can't afford to go to China."

"China as in dishes," she laughs. "Funny in modern, third year is still leather."

"A man must have made that list," Mac teases and Stella just shakes her head and chuckles. "Well if you can't think of anything, then I'll be lost for sure."

"How about this, we leave a bit early on Monday, head to the mall and then just buy well...what we need?"

Mac looks at her, taking her hand in his and offering it a firm squeeze. "Are you disappointed?"

"I'm married to you Mac, doubt that'd ever be possible," she whispers and he can't help but lean over to her side and plant a warm kiss on her waiting lips.

"I love you."

"But do you love my deal?"

"Shopping for towels?"

"Or underwear," she throws at him.

"Or that," Mac agrees with a smile. They start back into their meal, talking about the report that Mac finally finished and what else might be in store for them come Monday; wondering if they'll even have time to go shopping.

"We could always go tomorrow afternoon," Stella suggests as they linger after their meal is finished. "And then just have dinner out on Monday?"

"Could do that," Mac agrees with a gentle frown.

"What?"

"Underwear?" Mac mentions and Stella just laughs.

"Come on, let's clean up and think about that later."

"We should do this more often," Mac states as Stella's body shifts and part of her breast is exposed, a small hint of olive, tempting his brain.

"Do what?"

"Eat partially in the nude."

"How about completely in the nude?"

"We wouldn't get much eating," Mac retorts.

"Well maybe not food," Stella winks and his face flushes. "But the sooner we clean up the sooner we can..."

"What?" Mac presses.

"Clean the house?" Stella laughs and Mac just rolls his eyes. However, knowing she is right, he's quick to push himself up from the table and start to help clean up. Mac starts into the dishes as Stella comes up behind, pressing her body into his, instantly awakening sexual desires.

"Stella..." Mac groans as his body continues to harden, his dark underwear starting to strain the longer her body continues to tease his with the promise of sexual fulfillment. But before his desire for her to tackle him right there can be realized she pulls away and heads out of the room.

"That's not fair," Mac calls out in protest.

"Then come and do something about it," she calls back and his smile grows instantly.

He quickly tosses the rubber gloves aside and goes in search of his wife. He rounds the corner into their bedroom only to be pushed to the bed and then tackled by his wife. Stella's laughter fills his head as he tries to twist himself around in her grasp. Clad only in her bra and panties, he takes much delight when her bare skin melds with his, his body already begging for another much needed release.

Stella giggles as she holds him down, loving play wrestling with her husband as a means of foreplay. She holds Mac's hands above his head and plants warm hungry kisses on his smooth back.

"Stella I need..." Mac moans as her tongue dips into the crook of his ear and his mind explodes with delight.

"Soon Mac."

He finally allows himself the upper hand, knowing his strength could easily over power her; but manages to get himself on top, holding her wrists above her head as his lips silence hers with hungry kisses. Stella's body hardens with his playful prowess, parts already wet in anticipation of her husband's union.

Mac's fingers fumble with his own underwear, his lips offering a grunt when he can't free himself as fast as he'd want. Stella lightly giggles when he looks at her with a frown but finally frees himself and then enters her in seconds, their passionate union well under way.

He once again holds her wrists above her head, his lips moving to her erect nipples and planting warm sucking kisses, forcing her lips to moan and her body to arch into his in sexual delight.

"Mac..." she moans as his tongue makes small swirls around the darkened nub of her breast before marking a warm trail to her mouth and hungrily devouring her lips. Her free hands finally grab onto his back as their rhythm increases; climax close at hand.

Mac's body arches into hers once again as her mouth nibbles his neck before making its way to his ear lobe and sucking it, forcing his body to buckle with delight; another powerful thrust of ecstasy.

"Stella...I need you..." Mac gasps as his lips find their way back to hers, his fingers lost in sweaty curls, the other gently gripping her smooth back, holding her rapidly beating heart captive against his.

"YES!" Stella exclaims as they reach climax, the last loving thrust offered by her husband and then the bed and the room are still; two racing hearts all that is left to add some harmony to the rhythm that just ended. Mac looks down at her with a warm smile, kissing her lips before he pushes some sweaty strands off her face.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers as her fingers brush some beads of sweat off his face, her fingers then resting on his back, teasing the nape of his damp neck.

"So are you," she whispers in return and his grin widens automatically.

"Love you," Mac tells her as he smiles at her lovingly.

"I'm buying you underwear," Stella teases and Mac just smirks.

"Cotton underwear isn't very sexy."

"Wanna bet?" Stella counters.

"I meant on me," Mac groans as he slowly detaches and slumps down beside her. Stella raises herself up on her side, her finger tracing small circles around his nipple.

"Trust me Mac, tight black cotton on you is very sexy," she whispers as she plants a warm kiss on the scar above his heart.

Mac looks sideways at his wife and smiles as his fingers rest on her lightly glistening shoulder. "How on earth did I end up with such an amazing woman like you? I mean out of all the men in this world you picked me."

Stella's eyes lightly water under his heartfelt words as she leans her head to his and kisses his lips. "I'm the lucky one Mac."

Mac very carefully pulls the covers over them, smiling as Stella's warm body presses further into his, her head on his shoulder, soft curls tickling bare skin. He offers her a warm hug, kissing the top of her head and allowing himself to heave a contented sigh.

"Goodnight Stella."

"Goodnight Mac."

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After years of not sleeping through the night, Mac more than takes happy delight when he wakes up after a solid night's rest; having Stella beside him during the night ensuring he wasn't alone. She had told him when they were first married the reason he never slept well was because he slept alone. Each morning is a fitting testament to the truthfulness of her words; he would never sleep alone again.

Mac slowly opens his eyes, thinking he'd gaze upon his wife, but frowning when her side of the bed appears empty.

"Morning handsome," her soft voice calls to him.

Mac quickly forces his eyes in the direction of her voice and smiles as he looks at her naked body leaning against the doorpost; waiting for him.

"Morning. See Cotton would be a waste for us."

"Mac even if our pajamas were silk, we usually sleep naked."

"Right," he gently stretches and then pushes himself upright. "Are you coming back to bed?"

"No. You are coming with me."

"Where?"

"Just get your ass out of bed already," she teases.

"Do I need to dress?"

"No.

"What?"

"Mac...move it!"

Mac's lips offer a slight smirk as he throws the covers back to hurry after her. "Stella?" He inquires when she doesn't wait but turns and disappears from view. With a quick shake of his head he hurries after her so see where she's gotten. He hears the shower start up and his lips curl upward.

"I almost had to wait," she gently scolds as closes the door behind Mac, the room already starting to steam up. Stella pulls open the glass door to their walk in shower, Mac quickly following. But as soon as his fingers close the door to the shower, Stella presses his body up against the tiles, her lips already silencing his with hungry kisses. It doesn't take too long for his erection to grow, her fingers teasing his wet skin, her mouth devouring his as hot water streams down around them; adding to the steamy atmosphere their morning love making was creating.

"God Stella..." Mac groans as her tongue dips into his ear, forcing his hands to grab her waist and pull her closer, allowing him to enter. Stella's fingers grasp damp hair as her body arches into his, his thrusting starting to gain momentum. Mac fingers gently dig into her lush thighs, pushing himself in further, forcing a gentle groan of delight from her lips before his mouth covers hers once more; the steam starting to make them both a little light headed.

"Ma...c," Stella moans as her husbands rhythm increases, her heart racing in time with his as they near climax. He gently pulls her head back, allowing his lips to devour her neck, but due to their position unable to reach her breasts.

"I can't reach..." he pouts as they near climax.

"Use your hand," Stella directs. Mac's fingers take delight as his right hand rests on her breast and gently fondles her erect nub, Stella's body arching as his actions continue. "Don't stop," she begs as his actions continue to tease her alert body, her nails gently digging into his soft back as they near the finish.

"Mac!" Stella gasps as he delivers his last thrust and then her body rests on his, his still pressed up against the fully warmed tiles. "Wow Mac..."

"I swear Stella...each time is better and better," he lightly pants as he brushes some pasted curls off her face and plants a kiss on her cheek. "I love you so much."

"You are an easy man to love Mac Taylor," Stella admits as she slowly pulls herself free from him, allowing his body to return to normal. She plants one more kiss on his mouth before handing him the soap.

"Better not smell like fruit after this," Mac smirks as he takes the soap.

"It's your soap."

"Ah."

Both finally their showers, Stella working on taming her wet, tangled curls as Mac heads into the kitchen to start breakfast. Stella had taught him a simple pancake recipe; one he could easily follow without becoming frustrated and sticking with instant oatmeal even on their days off.

"Are we going out for supper tonight or tomorrow?" Stella queries as she heads into the kitchen, making a beeline for the coffee maker.

"Are we still going shopping?"

"Yes."

"Then we'll need to eat out."

"Why?"

"Because my nerves will be shot after surviving the weekend mall shoppers," he smirks as he follows her to the table and both sit down to enjoy their breakfast.

"Think you'll need some nursing after we are done?"

"Do nurses costumes come in cotton?" Mac arches his brows.

"Not the adult ones," Stella giggles and he just frowns.

"I think we should make a new list."

"Okay. But let's stick with fabric. What would you choose?"

"Satin or lace? I mean a woman must have written that list," Mac moans. "Cotton?"

"You really have it in for cotton dont you," Stella shakes her head.

"Death to cotton," he teases, taking another sip of his coffee.

"Yeah well the fifth is wood."

"What?" Mac gulps his coffee and looks up with a frown. "As in the stake for my coffin when I can't find you a present?"

"You're idea remember."

"And fifth in modern?"

"Silverware," Stella laughs. "Eleventh is steel. As in the handcuffs I'm going to keep you in if we have to get by another year with these silly gift ideas," she states with a mock moan and he just has to laugh.

"Wood?"

"Lace is lucky number thirteen."

"Wow."

"Twenty five years is silver Mac. Mac?" She finally asks when silence starts to build.

Mac takes her hand in his and holds it firmly in his, his blue eyes fixed on the warm band of gold on her ring finger. "Twenty five years," he whispers, a small lump in his throat as he looks up at his wife with a weak smile. "Almost hard to believe I'll love you more than I do now," he mentions and it's her eyes that water. "But I know I will."

Stella's free hand covers his as she leans in and receives a warm kiss from her adoring husband. "I love you so much Mac."

"I love you too. Let's go shopping."

"You sure?"

"What did I buy you last month?"

"A silver bracelet."

"If we need to buy Cotton, we buy Cotton. Besides we could always use new underwear right?"

"Trust me Mac it'll be a trip that even you'll enjoy."

Mac gives her a firm nod before both push themselves away from the table, casually talking about their day and if they do get the chance to go out on their official anniversary date or if work will indeed interfere. Finally deciding to get a few things and then come back and go out for their dinner a night early, a few hours later they are dressed and seated in a cab on the way to the mall.

The cab deposits them outside an entrance and Stella takes Mac's hand, holds if firmly as she leads him into the masses of people.

"This is insane," Mac grumbles as they slowly navigate their way through crowded throngs of early holiday shoppers. "Why didn't we get married in the summer?"

"The mall is busy any time of the year," Stella smiles as she looks at the tense expression on her husbands face. "But if you want to go home we..."

"We need gifts right?"

"Towels or sheets?"

"Well we do need new sheets," Mac mentions softly.

Stella wraps her arm around his waist and offers him a loving squeeze, pulling him closer into her body and smiling at his tense expression. "You will survive this Mac."

"I get to pick out your underwear right?"

"Can I pick out yours?" She counters and he just shrugs. They head into the clothing department and then finally into the men's underwear area. Mac's eyes dart around before locking with Stella's and his lips producing a timid smile. "Would you even survive if we went into a sex store together?"

"What?" Mac asks weakly and she laughs. "See told you, men's underwear is boring."

"Naysayer," Stella smiles as she picks out some black underwear.

"I don't mind white."

"You look better in black. And before you argue, how much time do you spend looking at your ass?"

Mac just shakes his head and laughs as she puts a few packages of black underwear into their basket and then head for the women's department. Mac feels his core starting to warm as they near a display and Mac's mind races as he pictures his wife in the lacy garment before his eyes.

"It's not cotton Mac."

"Damn it," he gently curses and she chuckles.

"Come this way."

They near another display and Mac looks at the items with a slight frown.

"Like them?"

"Stella, anything would look good on you."

"Want me to try it on?"

"Here?"

"No?"

"Sure. But you can't show me."

"Why not?" Stella arches a brow in wonder.

"You'd come out half naked and expect me to do nothing?" He frowns.

"Come on Mr. Lack of Self Control," she teases as she grabs his leather jacket and drags him toward the fitting area; a few things already in hand. "See we are the only ones in here," she tells him as she leaves him by a small bench and heads for the last change room in the empty area; the last one being the largest.

A few minutes later Mac hears nothing and starts to wonder. "Stella?" He calls out softly.

"Want to see?"

"Yes," Mac states eagerly as he pushes himself off his chair and slowly heads toward the private room. He pushes the door open and catches his breath; his body starting to harden instantly. He gazes hungrily upon the fitted black cotton tank top with delicate lace edging; the matching thong in the basket.

"And um this too?" Mac holds up the matching thong, his face red.

"Yes. See we bought you black and now me too. You like it?"

"I'm hard right now," Mac whispers. "Does that answer your question?"

"And what should we do about that?" Stella urges, her body pressing into her husbands; as his fingers gently grasp her warm sides, gently edging up the soft cotton as he gently pushes her up against the wall. His fingers snake up the soft fabric, resting on her pert breast, his lips already on hers.

"I should um...leave," Mac mumbles as Stella's hand grasps his hair and forces his lips to hers.

"No you should take me right now."

"What?" Mac gently gulps. "We can't," he tries as her lips tempt his and then pull back; forcing him to offer a small curse. "Not in here."

"It'll be a first for us Mac."

"Yeah first arrest."

"Take me Mac."

"I..." he starts as her mouth starts to assault his further with warm devouring kisses. But when she looks into his hungry blue eyes she knows she too couldn't deny him even if she wanted to; but her body was also begging for his touch and with no one else around, if there was ever going to be a first like this; now was the time.

"Just be quick," Stella whispers as her fingers fumble with the zipper of his jeans; his hard erection begging for his wife's body; his mind longing for another sexual release. Feeling her already wet and ready, his lips curl as her hands gently push down his jeans, freeing his member; the door locked for privacy.

Mac's lips try to offer a moan as he enters his wife's waiting body. However, Stella's hungry mouth keeps his covered, ensuring that their muffled sounds are kept to a minimum, not wanting to alert anyone outside to what they are really doing inside the change room.

"Stella!" He gasps as quietly as he can as he thrusts into her once more, the pace starting to quicken as climax nears. Sweat starts to lightly snake down Mac's clothed back, his face on fire from their sexual adventure, the confined space and his clothing.

Stella was just about to call his name just as they climax, but Mac's lips quickly ensure her muffled sounds are kept to a minimum as he hungrily assaults her flushed mouth. One more thrust and the room is still, hearts racing that they could be caught.

"I can't...believe..." Mac half pants, half swallows as he slowly pulls himself out and then quickly stuffs his deflating member back into his underwear and jeans, allowing Stella to clean herself off and then regroup.

"Can't believe we just did that either Mac," she whispers as she plants one more kiss on his cheek. "Told you it'd be a shopping trip you'd never forget," she smiles and he nods his head in agreement.

"Damn it someone's coming," he mentions in a panic as they hear footsteps approaching. His hand quickly reaches for the handle but Stella stops his actions and he stays put.

"Mrs. Taylor? Everything fitting as it should?"

"Everything in here fits me perfectly," she winks and Mac's face flushes once more. "I'll be right out; I'm taking all the items."

"I'll meet you at the check out," the clerk calls out as they hear her footsteps take their leave.

Stella looks at Mac and gently touches his flushed cheek. "Next time I'm walking in on you."

"Deal," he smiles as he leans in and kisses her on the lips. "Ready to go?"

"I don't mind eating in. Ordering in right?"

"If you'd rather."

"Less dishes means more underwear modeling."

"Like the sound of that."

"Good."

"Anything for my wife. I love you Stella Taylor. Happy Anniversary."

"I love you too Mac Taylor. Happy Anniversary."

THE END!


A/N: Okay so what did you think? Still smexy enough? Want year three? Please let me know and thanks so much once again!

PS: I'll try to post these on a Friday so it'll be your SMexy weekend reading! But might not be every Friday (sorry in advance!) but I'll try.

Preview: Year Three = Leather