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As he felt warm, long fingers slowly curl around his waist, squeezing gently, nails skirting over his bare skin in that special way that gave him the best kind of goosebumps, Chuck Bartowski mused on how much easier it used to be to pretend he was sleeping with Sarah Walker in bed next to him.

Back before Paris, during the handful of times she'd slept over, he would pretend to be asleep whenever she woke up, letting her get out of bed and step into the shower before he even moved. But the truth was, he never slept a wink when she was there. The thought of accidentally brushing up against her in his sleep…Or worse, his sleeping subconscious causing him to crawl close to her and snuggle her…That had happened the night they'd been running away from the government. In Barstow. They'd woken up spooning, their fingers tangled, their legs intertwined. And it had resulted in the hottest few minutes of his entire life up until that point. He hadn't been pretending to be asleep that morning.

But every other time, it had been so simple. Don't move, breathe evenly, face away from Sarah.

He had no such defense now that he went to sleep every night and woke up every morning next to Agent Sarah Walker. Because she was his girlfriend now. Which also meant reaching over and stroking a hand over him, or snuggling against his back and dotting kisses on his neck, shoulders, down his spine. All she had to do was touch him and she'd know he was awake.

And then there was the other thing. Every man's curse. The inability to control just how awake his lower half was…or, rather, his male anatomy in particular. As Sarah's fingers continued exploring up his side, dipping into the grooves of his muscles, he could feel it hardening even more than it had when he'd first awoken a few minutes earlier.

Sarah's fingers skirted around to his chest then, and the bed shifted as she scooted closer, pressing her front to his back. He felt her lips against his shoulder and her fingernails tease his nipple. He knew she felt him shiver because her lips on his back stretched into a smile. She knew he was awake. She'd known all along, else she would have let him sleep. She was considerate like that.

But Sarah Walker knew what she was doing. As she usually did.

So he wasn't all that surprised when she dragged her hand lower and lower and lower, her fingers stopping on his lower abdomen just over the waistband of his boxers. She rubbed circles there and he couldn't stop the strangled groan in the back of his throat.

"Oh, you're awake?"

He had half a mind to glare over his shoulder at her for that snarky crack. He merely hummed in response.

"Good. Because I really feel like going for a run…and I need a partner." She propped herself up a little and kissed his ear with her lips, her hair tickling his neck and shoulder. "Will you be my partner?" she whispered, her teeth catching his earlobe between them gently, her tongue flicking over it.

He grumbled a little. "S'too early."

"It is not. And I can think of at least one part of you that agrees with me." Just like that, her fingers dipped under the waistband of his boxers and skillfully rubbed the base of his hardened member.

For just a split second, Chuck was paralyzed, and then he focused on the way she felt, holding him in her hand, her naked breasts against his back, the points of her nipples poking him…so fantastic.

"Hmmngg," he grumbled again. "Traitor."

That made her giggle softly, and she rounded his shaft with her hand in earnest, rubbing her thumb up and down the sensitive organ. "Come running with me, Chuck."

"Are you trying to seduce me into exercising? Because I gotta tell ya…" He finally opened his eyes and looked up at her, so adorable and cute with her chin propped on his shoulder, pouting, her hair so mussed and her face sleepy and beautiful. He almost lost track of his words. "…I can think of a better way to exercise that includes both seduction and a cardio workout."

"Is your way called sex?"

"Well…wake-up sex. But you were almost right." He smiled smartly at her and received another giggle.

"Oh, come onnnn, Chuck." She twisted her fist around him slowly and he shivered again, groaning deep in his chest. "Run with me."

"D'you know how painful it is to run with an erection?"

"It is not. That's biologically inaccurate."

Well, at least he tried.

"And anyways," she continued, and he couldn't help noticing the way she was working a little harder on what she was doing to him with her hand. She was squeezing and sliding her hand up and down. He was quickly losing track of the conversation. "I wasn't suggesting a marathon. Just a nice brisk jog along the beach."

She punctuated it by flicking her thumb over the head of his penis and he unconsciously thrust into her hand.

"I wanna stay in…Oh God, Sarah…" She was seriously so good at this. And she knew it, too.

"What was that, Agent Bartowski? You wanna stay in where…?"Sarah sped up her pace, beginning to pump him in her fist. Chuck turned his face into his pillow and reached up to twist one hand in the sheet in front of him and the other in the pillow. "Beeeed," he moaned, his eyes quite nearly crossing.

"Get on your back," she whispered in his ear, and because she had complete and utter control over him in this very moment, he followed her suggestion and rolled over onto his back, lifting his ass off the mattress for her to pull his boxers out of the way. He held the edges of his pillow so tightly in his fists as she continued to pleasure him, using both hands to rub him nearly to insanity.

"Oohh, Saraahh," he groaned, watching her face, and flicking his gaze down the movement he could see against the sheet that covered the hand job she was giving him. "Oh, yes…"

There was a flash of something delicious in her blue eyes, and then her hands were no longer around his penis, and she was flipping the sheet up over her head, climbing between his legs. He immediately felt her take his member in her fingers then, and just like that, he felt the wet heat of her tongue press against the sensitive underside. Just as quickly, her whole mouth was around him, her lips moving up and down his length, her tongue licking the head.

He let out a strangled gasp of her name and slammed his fist into the headboard with a dull thud.

All he could see when he opened his eyes again and looked down the planes of his body was her head bobbing up and down, the sheet covering it. But he didn't need to see her, because he felt every last damn thing so acutely. Like she was stimulating each particular nerve separately from the last.

It wasn't long before she worked him to the edge, letting him teeter there for long enough that he wondered if she would leave him there forever. But that wasn't Sarah. Teasing him, sure. Drawing it out? Absolutely. But she wasn't one for purposeful torture.

And that was why she doubled down on her efforts soon thereafter, working him with her mouth and fingers until he exploded with a panting gasp of her name. He couldn't stop himself from sighing her name over and over and over, even as she crawled up his body and started kissing his jaw and cheek. "God, I love you so much," he panted, dropping a hand over his face and attempting to take a deep breath. It just felt so good.

"You do?" she asked between kisses dotted along his temple and down his cheek to his jaw again.

"Oh, yes. I really, really do."

"Prove it and go running with me."

He blinked his eyes open to see her face hovering over his, that look in her eye that said she'd already won and she knew it.

Chuck groaned a different sort of groan and held up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Get off of me, you—"

"Ah, ah." Her finger was pressed to his lips. "Choose your next words wisely," she advised with a raised eyebrow.

She was so hot.

"…Sexy sex goddess."

That made her laugh hard enough that she rolled off him. "Well that was a new one. Sexy sex goddess. Thank you for that."

He merely grumbled and sat up, rustling his hair a little with a hand as he climbed out of bed. He stepped out of his boxers and changed into something a little more confining, some briefs, tugging a pair of basketball shorts on over that.

When he turned to look back at her, she was sitting up in bed, her legs swung over so that her feet were on the floor, and she was completely and gloriously naked. Why oh why did she want to go for a "brisk jog" when they could instead stay in bed and do more of the whole wake-up sex idea he had? It didn't make sense.

And then, because she was Sarah Walker, agent with the CIA, super spy extraordinaire, and the strongest most bad ass person he knew…it did make total sense.

"Just so we're clear, I did not agree to this because of what you did to me. I am not that easy. I was already gonna say yes after I got a bit of belly achin' out of the way first," he said, turning away before he could get distracted watching her stretch beside the bed before strolling over to her suitcase and pulling her clothes out to get dressed.

"Excuse me? What sort of a girl do you think I am? I don't have to use sex to get my boyfriend to do my bidding. What you just experienced was a woman in love. But thanks for automatically assuming." She cut him off before he could say anything. "A blow job to get you to run with me, Chuck? Really?"

"I didn't mean—What I was saying is—No, not that. I was just trying to say that I planned to go with you when you asked. I was just being all grumbly to…be all grumbly."

"I know." She smirked over her shoulder before tugging her sports bra down over her breasts and straightening the band along her mid-back.

Chuck gaped. "You know? As in…you were just messing with me right then?"

She laughed and pulled a T-shirt over her head and down her torso, turning to face him. "Baby, no other person ever in my life has respected me even a fraction as much as you do. I know that, and you know I know that. And I love you, sweetie, but you're too much fun to tease."

Sarah was leaning down to pull her socks over her feet, stepping into her shoes, pulling her hair up into a messy ponytail. And just those simple things were making him feel a little crazy. He'd never met anyone who could keep him on his toes as much as she did. There was something so inherently sexy about that. About her.

There was no other person in the universe like her. And he didn't want to be with anyone else. She was extraordinary. Better than normal. Better than any and all "regular" girls. She was a woman. His woman.

He didn't want to go out there and run for however long she meant to torture him (because this was the sort of torture Sarah did like to subject him to), whether it was a half hour, an hour, two hours even. "God forbid."

"What was that?"

"Uh…you did."

"I did what?" she asked.

"You did…really get me. Ha! You got me good."

She gave him a look that said she was unconvinced, but because she was lovely and wonderful, she let it slide.

Before he could even get his last shoe on, though, he felt a hand slap him right on his ass. He yelped and stood up to watch her laugh at him over her shoulder and sprint out of the room.

"You little…!" He raced after her, barreling down the hallway while finishing tying his shoe, which really was a feat in and of itself. "Take that, spy school," he thought to himself proudly.

Her blond ponytail disappeared around the staircase and he followed, almost catching up to her as she left through the front door and slammed it in his face. "Damn it, Sarah!" He heard her cackle on the other side of the door, and he ripped it open, shutting it behind him before grinning and taking after her again.

They moved down the steep path, Chuck going a lot more carefully than Sarah was. Her grace was mystical, honestly. The way she took each slope, each unsteady bump, each clump of weeds, so easily without slipping even once.

Finally, he made it down safely and hurried his pace to catch up with her, but she managed to stay at least a few steps ahead of him.

A minute went by. Then another. And another five. And she didn't slow down even a little. But then again, neither did he.

"Hey!"

"What?" she asked over her shoulder, and he saw how sparkly her eyes were. And the way her face spoke of some sort of mischief brewing inside of her. Maybe it was ridiculous to be this turned on by her while they were on a run, for God's sake, but it didn't make it any less so. He was seriously turned on by his sprite of a girlfriend.

"You're not gonna let me catch up, are you?"

She turned and jogged backwards, not slowing down by much. He matched his pace to hers, playing along with her game. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Think you can catch me, Bartowski?" Save him, but she was doing her own attempt at his eyebrow dance and it was so endearing. Because of the mood he was apparently in, that translated to sexy. She was incomprehensibly sexy.

"No," he said with a snort. "Who do you think I am, the Energizer bunny?"

He shouldn't have said that. Oh, he shouldn't have.

She looked downright naughty. "If last night was any indication, I'd say yes."

Her mouth formed an "o" and her eyes sparkled mischievously, before she spun back to face forward and sped up a little. Chuck took a deep breath and surged forward in a burst of speed until he was next to her, ignoring the slight cramp in his side from talking while running. He would take the cramp if this flirtation would only continue. Running was torture for the new spy, but it was a lot more enjoyable like this.

Even as Sarah reached out to shove him to the side, laughing bawdily and racing ahead again, Chuck found himself grinning like an idiot as he chased her along the water.

"I wasn't aware this was a race, you cheat!"

She spun to face him, still laughing happily, the sun glinting in her beautiful blue eyes. "That's what the loser always says, Chuck," she panted, grinning cheekily and bouncing an eyebrow.

"Did you just call me a loser?" he chuckled breathlessly.

"You know what they say about when the shoe fits, baby."

"Hey!"

She giggled, her face lighting up. "Or at least, you might be a loser…when you lose."

"Oh, I'm not losin'," he promised.

"Oh, yes you are."

"Oh, no I'm not."

"But I think you are."

Suddenly Chuck stopped, clutching at his side and wheezing, doubling over, a wince on his face as he held his other hand up. "Cramp, cramp, cramp," he panted in a quick stream of words. "Cramping. Cramp."

Sarah was at his side immediately, a hand on his back, her long, smooth, toned legs on display right next to his face. "Just take deep breaths. Stand up straight."

He followed her instructions, straightening up, touched by the concern in her gaze, but not letting it stop him from his mission. And then he grabbed her arms, the cramp "miraculously" gone, and yanked her behind him, tearing away from her and laughing uproariously at the frustrated growl she emitted behind him.

"You cheater!" she called after him and he stuck his tongue out over his shoulder, seeing that she was gaining on him. He sped his pace as best he could, his laughter threatening to give him an actual cramp.

And when he turned to run backwards, he saw an opening in her defenses. Sarah Walker was nothing if not competitive. When it came to anything having to do with sports, video games, racing…the woman went into beast mode. She wanted to win. She had to win. Even in a race that was flirtation more than anything else.

Chuck halted suddenly and lunged at her just as a wave was rolling up behind her. She'd be wet, yes. And mad at him, maybe. But the look on her face would be worth it. Plus, he imagined a shower might be in their near future, and he had absolutely no problem with saving water and time by doing it just that split second, he was incredibly distracted by the prospect of being shut inside that shower with Agent Walker of the CIA. And it was long enough for said agent of the CIA to exploit his lack of concentration and turn his attack move into her own. She used his momentum and stepped aside, tossing him behind her so that he was the one who ended up wet.

The resulting splash was massive enough to cover a good portion of Chuck Bartowski's body. His shorts were soaked through. His shirt hem soaked, his hair damp, his shoes sopping wet…

He jumped up from the water as Sarah covered her face with her hands, eyes wide, barely able to contain the explosive laughter and instead making little choking sounds. He could tell she sincerely hadn't meant for him to get so wet…and he really deserved it since he'd meant to get her wet. But he was wet now, and walking slowly towards her, meaning to exact his revenge on the beautiful woman as she backed away.

"I didn't think the wave was so big, Chuck…"

"Don't gimme that baloney," he warned, closing in on her. "Get over here."

"No." She stepped out of his reach.

"C'mere."

"Nope."

"You're going in the water."

"I am not!"

"You are!"

"No!" She yelped and laughed at him, dodging his attempt to grab at her, and she ran back the way they'd come. Chuck cracked up himself as he chased after her, yelling about how he was going to get her.

And when he finally did, they wrestled and laughed, struggling against one another until Chuck and Sarah ended up in the sand, rolling around grappling.

Sarah ended up on top. Because why wouldn't she, Chuck thought to himself wryly. She was Sarah freaking Walker, the best spy in the world, the strongest person, and the smartest person, and so many amazing things that he was experiencing firsthand at the moment as she straddled him, pinning his arms to the packed sand beneath him.

Neither said anything as they met one another's eyes, brown meeting blue, small smiles on their faces as they panted. Sand clinging to their skin and clothes. Chuck especially since he was also wet.

She was so close, her chest heaving, her teeth showing between those kissable lips, her face set in a look he recognized well. Not just because he knew her tells, but because he felt the same way. The electricity between them, the pure, unfiltered energy and heat drawing them closer and closer. She moved down another few inches…

Sarah's lips were so close. And she slowly dragged her crotch down his body until it pressed against the bulge under his shorts and briefs. She rocked ever so gently against him and his breath left his body immediately. He couldn't breathe…his heart stopped beating…

And when her lips finally crashed against his, her hips rolling into his, her breasts pressed against his chest, Chuck felt a desire rock through him that was so powerful he felt like he might just burst into flames.

But just like that, the kiss was done, and Sarah Walker was scrambling away from him, sprinting down the beach cackling like a madwoman.

Chuck blinked once, groaned, and clambered to his feet, tearing after her as fast as he could.

Something else was spurring him on, this time. Something more intense than what he'd been feeling trotting after her not thirty minutes earlier when they first started out. He could tell she knew exactly what was going through his mind…probably because it was going through hers, too.

That kiss was incredibly hot. And it had set his lower body on fire.

This time when he caught up with her again, his fingers curling around her wrist, spinning her back towards him with a quick yank, she cupped his face between her damp hands and smashed her lips against his. They came together so ardently that they staggered a few feet, clinging, grappling.

Chuck had never felt like this before. He lost complete control of everything, handing the reins over to his own lust. Her fingers combed through his hair at the back of his head and she held onto him in a vise-grip that he wouldn't be able to get out of if he tried. He wanted so much more of her though, their lips opening, tongues meeting. She whimpered into the kiss wantonly and he had more than half a mind to dispense with any and all decency and just press her against the nearby rocks.

But it took every last shred of sense he had to let Sarah pull back when she did, her hair wild from being recklessly pawed at by Chuck during the kiss, her eyes flashing in intensity and desire, her chest heaving. She pressed her fingers to his lips. "We can't here…"

"No, I know."

"Race you to the house."

And she was gone, taking off at a full sprint along the water line.

Chuck only allowed for enough time for a half grin, before he tore off after her, once again ignoring the cramp and powering through it. And ignoring the ache in his crotch. An ache she'd fostered with the way she'd just made out with him like it was their last few seconds on this Earth.

It almost reminded him of that first time, almost three years earlier, when what they'd both thought was a bomb had mere seconds left on the countdown, and he'd closed his eyes, only to be grabbed and kissed so thoroughly…It wasn't like any kiss he'd felt before. And he was sure at the time that he'd never feel it again.

But he was wrong. Sure, the circumstances would never be the same. But desperate kisses seemed to be Sarah Walker's forte.

Also, making really good time.

Since he saw their sweet little house sitting up on its sweet little hill much sooner than he'd figured on.

If at all possible, his desire for the woman a few feet ahead of him increased the closer they got to the sloped path that led up to the yard. He was sure he'd never wanted anything or anyone as much as he wanted her at this moment.

And he was also sure he looked like a damn fool as he scrambled clumsily up the side of the hill. Of course, she moved up the path with her usual grace and skill, laughing over her shoulder at him as he desperately clambered after her.

Every last movement of her muscles in her back, her biceps, her long, beautiful legs…He was going to go insane before he got to the top. He just knew it.

Until he finally stood to his full height on solid ground, meeting Sarah's swirling blue gaze as she turned to look at him.

They grabbed each other again, kissing and licking and nipping at lips, cheeks, jaws, necks, shoulders, ears…Hands sliding under shirts, nails gently stroking patterns on skin, over hard pecks, fingers twisting in hair…

Somehow Chuck ended up being shoved hard against the door, his shoulders crashing into it first as he caught her when she threw herself at him. They continued to make out, Sarah pinning him to the door, one of her hands sliding around to squeeze his backside. He groaned and followed suit. But then her hand was gone and he heard the creak of the door handle. Before he knew it, they were inside, the door was slamming again, and they were kicking off shoes and grappling at pants.

His shorts were at his ankles with one quick move of Sarah's hands, and he grabbed the waistband of hers, pulling them down. They kicked them off even as they continued to kiss, grabbing at one another, panting desperately.

Chuck pushed his hands under her panties and squeezed her ass tightly, yanking her front against his and grinding himself into her. She let go of the shirt and grabbed her own underwear, yanking them down her legs and stepping out of them.

She surprised him by leaping at him, expecting him to catch her because he always did. Her legs wrapped so tightly around his waist and she kissed him so hard…but he still staggered backwards quite a way, nearly tripping over the couch and barely catching himself against the wall that separated the living room from the kitchen.

Sarah's voice was flooded with intensity and desire when she whimpered his name, her legs tightening as she rolled her groin into his briefs-covered cock.

"Jesus, Sarah," he gasped.

Chuck could see in her face that she was more than ready. Because he was, too, he rushed forward until he bumped his knee into one of the chairs pressed up against the kitchen table. He barely felt it. He didn't think. He couldn't think. Not about anything other than what it would feel like to be inside of her again, pressed against her.

But the chair was in his way.

So he grabbed it by the wooden back and spun it out of the way. It might have tipped over in the process. He didn't know for sure. But he didn't care either, because he was lowering Sarah onto the tabletop, kissing her throat, her jaw, her cheek, and down over her collarbone, which he gently nibbled because it usually made her squirm happily.

She did, and then she leaned up just enough so that she could snap the waistband of his briefs, almost as if to remind him to get the show on the road. "Oww," he chuckled breathlessly. But she didn't return the laugh, or even give him any sign of mirth.

Sarah Walker was lost to her lust demons. And he was on the brink of losing to his own.

Giving in to his demons, he shoved his briefs down to his ankles, kicking them away and grabbing Sarah by her hips, tugging her close until her ass was at the very edge, before situating himself at her entrance and pushing himself incredibly slowly.

The high-pitched gasp that came from her made him feel a little crazy, and he officially let his own libido take over from there.

Chuck lowered his torso's weight onto her chest and pushed his cock as far inside of her as was biologically possible. He nibbled her jawline in the meantime, concentrating on the feel of her clenching around him. And then he began.

He was slow and powerful, each thrust causing her backside to lift off of the surface of the table before thumping back down against it again. Over and over and over.

Sarah bent her knees and squeezed Chuck's torso between her legs, clinging to the edges of the table with her fingers attached to white knuckles.

"Oh yes, Chuck!" she gasped, arching her back.

He took the opportunity to grab her under her back, his long fingers curling around her waist, and then he hoisted her up to sit.

Her beautiful eyes still had that purple drive-by-desire look in them, so he let go of his inhibitions and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head as she lifted her arms for him. Then he yanked his own shirt off and tossed it behind him.

And then he was holding onto her hips and driving himself into her, with Sarah's back tilted up from the table and Chuck pressing his forehead to hers.

Sarah's hands were so strong. He'd found this out very quickly, years ago, on their first date probably. When she'd danced on him at that club and touched him in all the right (but confusing at the time) places. Now, she was holding onto his biceps, throwing her head back with a whimper of his name.

Her fingers gripped him so tightly and he wondered if her climax was approaching. So he wound his arms under the small of her back and re-situated his feet against the floor, arching his back so that he could close his mouth over one of her nipples. After a few moments of sucking and flicking, Sarah's voice full of wonder as she gave him words of encouragement, Chuck moved his lips up to kiss her neck, burying his face in her hair and continuing his hard thrusts.

With the tight grip he had around her waist, his knees a little bent, Chuck found it much easier to make his strokes powerful, making sure every last inch of him disappeared inside of her every single time.

She gasped into his hair, one hand slapping onto the back of his neck and the other rounding his shoulders, pulling him closer. He loved the way she massaged his neck, her fingers kneading at him, rubbing over his hair. She just felt so amazing. She was perfection personified.

And he needed her to know how important she was.

He whimpered her name just below her ear quite by accident, not that he cared, and a wide grin exploded on her beautiful, awe-filled face. "Oooh, Saraaah," he groaned, and she replied with a lusty chuckle, tugging him even closer so that their chests ground together.

"I'm almost there, Chuck," she panted, moaning softly and pulling a little on the hair at the top of his head.

So he gently guided her back onto the table again, cradling her head so that she didn't hit it by accident, and then he gripped her hips and went to town. His thrusts were hard and fast, and he reveled in being able to watch the look on Sarah's face. It was like she didn't even know what to do with herself, whimpering and digging her fingers into the tabletop. She scrunched up her face in absolute pleasure and he could feel her walls starting to squeeze him gently.

When she told him to touch her in the most beautiful, demanding voice, he reached up to grab her breast in his hand, kneading it, flicking the nipple with his thumb.

"That's it, baby," she breathed in a tight voice. "Keep going."

He did, and he didn't relent for even a moment, draping one hand onto her lower belly and moving even faster. When she started vibrating a little beneath him, he knew she was on the brink, so he moved his thumb down to press against her clit, rubbing it in circles.

She gasped and lifted her torso off the table, looking down her body at what he was doing with her mouth wide open.

And when she came, he had to let go of her breast and grab her by her shoulder to make sure she didn't knock her head on the table by slamming her body back down like she looked apt to. Again, he lowered her to the tabletop carefully, feeling her squeezing his cock so deliciously as she climaxed. His name was on her lips as she tightened her legs around him and thumped her fist against the table beside her hip.

Every single breath she took came out as a whimper as her orgasm ebbed, and he made his ministrations against her clit gentler, stroking it instead of rubbing it, and in fact stroking the rest of her body with his other hand as well.

"Oh, Chuck," she panted. "Chuck. Oh, wow."

Still hard and not caring that he hadn't climaxed, he gently pulled out of her and leaned down, draping his body over hers and pushing his arms between her back and the table, hugging her tightly. He pressed soft kisses over her face, to her hair and temple, and finally he caught her lips in a passionate embrace.

Sarah's hands oh so tenderly cupped his face, her thumbs stroking over his cheeks.

And when they pulled back, she breathed a wonderfully meaningful, "I love you," against his lips.

"I love you, too," he said, hugging her tighter.

After what seemed like a few minutes, he hoisted her up from the table and into his arms, hearing her giggle into his hair as she rounded his shoulders with her arms and his waist with her legs.

Chuck didn't really have a plan for where he wanted to go, so he just stood there, cradling her, enjoying her soft kisses against his neck and shoulder, wondering what he could have ever possibly done to deserve this amazing woman he had in his arms.

All I have to say is I'd exercise more if it was like this. ;)

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