"Your sister is coming home tomorrow," Jim said, as he set the tray down on the counter. "Are you going to be a gentleman and call her up to see how her trip was?"

Leonard snorted, "Why the hell would I do that?" he asked, washing the knives in the sink. "I don't need to know how my sisters two week fuck fest went."

Jim rolled his eyes, "Let me just ask you a question," he grabbed the dishtowel off the counter. "Say your sister needed like.. an organ transplant and you were her only match. Would you do it?"

"What the hell kinda question is that?" Leonard frowned. "Of course I would!"

"Ah ha!" Jim pointed at him. "So you'll give her a kidney or part of your liver, but you wont ask her if she had a nice time in Puerto Rico?"

"Dammit Jim!" Leonard growled. "I don't have time for this bullshit!"

Jim snickered, "Dude, I'm just trying to understand your situation here," he shrugged. "And how you will only talk to your sister if it came to her needed organs."

Leonard set the knives down on the dish rack and turned to look at him, "If I didn't give her a organ or something medical related, that would be on my conscious for life. My Mama taught be better than that."

"That's so fucking ridiculous and you know it," Jim snorted. "She taught you better than that?"

"She did," Leonard nodded.

Jim stepped away from the counter, "Correct me if I'm wrong," he held his hands up. "But if your Mama taught you ANYTHING about being proper, then you would either pick up the phone or when you drop Jo off, ask her how her flight was and how the trip was. No one said you needed to know the details of what they actually did."

"You have some set of balls tellin' me what to do, you know that right?"

He nodded, "Yes, I do. I've been told that they are quite big," Jim said innocently.

Leonard rolled his eyes, "You are a pain in my ass," he muttered, moving to the fridge.

"Just your ass?" Jim asked, mocking shock. "Well, I'll be goddamned!" he snickered, as Leonard cursed from the fridge.

…..

Melanie dug through her suitcase, shifting clothes around to pack away the many things she bought during their two-week vacation.

"Why are you packing now?" Chris asked, coming into the bedroom. "We don't leave until tomorrow afternoon."

She shrugged; "I don't want to rush around tomorrow morning trying to find all my things?" she looked at him. "I'm only putting the dirty laundry in, because I can't stand looking at it."

Chris sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as she shoved the laundry at the very bottom of the suitcase, laying a shopping bag over it. "Must kill you, huh?" he asked. "Not being able to do any laundry?"

"You're cute," she shook her head. "Be lucky that you have a cute face, that keeps me from hurting it."

"Ouch, threatening spousal abuse," he shook his head. "Thought I married a nice girl."

She gave him an innocent smile, "But darling," she batted her eyelashes. "You did marry a nice girl."

Chris laid back across the bed, "Well, can I take my nice girl out for dinner?" he asked. "Considering this is our last night here before we go back to our rainy home in the Northwest?"

Melanie closed the suitcase and moved it to the floor, before climbing onto the bed. "I think you could," she laid her head on his chest. "What are we talking about? Fancy or casual?"

Chris shrugged, "Something quiet," he wrapped his arm around her waist. "I'd like another quiet meal before going home to see the damage Kirk has placed upon my kitchen."

She snorted, "I heard he was doing pretty good," she poked his hand. "I called Nyota this morning and she said that Jim's been holding the fort down for you."

"I'll believe it when I see it," he snorted. "Jim's a good kid, he knows what he's doing."

Melanie rolled over and nodded, "He's a good guy," she kissed his cheek. "Now, lets go get some food."

Chris watched as she hopped off the bed, moving to grab a clean set of clothes. "All you think about is food," he said, as she went into the bathroom.

"You forgot sex in that equation," she said, rushing back out to grab a pair of underwear. "And you for that matter."

She gave him a sweet smile, which he returned. "I'll be out in ten minutes," she promised, closing the door to the bathroom.

…..

"What are you doing Jo?" Gaila asked, as she came out of the kitchen. "Are you doing homework?"

Joanna shook her head, "No, I'm making a picture for Aunt Mellie and Chris," she smiled at the redhead. "They come home tomorrow!"

Gaila smiled, "They do," she smoothed the back of her head with a genital hand. "But I don't think your dad will be happy if you went home with none of your homework completed."

"I know," Joanna shrugged. "But Daddy is being a grump and I don't like listening to him."

She snorted, "Oh," she nodded. "I can see reason to that."

Joanna pulled the box of markers closer, digging around to find the color she needed. "Do you want something to eat?" Gaila asked. "Scotty took the day off and he's coming over soon."

The little girl looked up quickly, "Is he bringing shortbread?" she asked.

Gaila giggled, "I think he's bringing enough shortbread cookies for the two of you," she nodded.

"Okay, then we can have dinner!" Joanna set the marker down, scrambling out of her chair. "What can you make? Aunt Mellie says you don't cook."

"Well Aunt Mellie has been feeding you tales, Miss Joanna," she followed her into the kitchen. "I've been learning from Scotty and his friends."

Joanna helped pull the refrigerator door open, "You should let Jim and Daddy help you," she said, as Gaila shifted through her recent grocery purchases. "Or Chris! He makes yummy food for me and Aunt Mellie."

Gaila pulled the package of mozzarella and the bag of tomatoes out, "Aunt Mellie is going to get fat if Chris keeps making all that food for her," she said, carrying the items to the counter. "Do you think her butt will fit in all those jeans in her closet?"

Joana shook her head, giggling. "Nope."

Grabbing a box of pasta out of the cabinet, Gaila grabbed the pot and filled it with water. "How about we have pasta tonight? Then shortbread cookies for dessert?"

"Yum! Yum! Yum!" Joanna chanted, bouncing on the heels of her feet.

…..

"When we go home, I'm going on a diet," Melanie huffed, throwing her body down on the bed. "None of my clothes are going to fit right now."

Chris snorted, "You're clothes fit fine," he said, shutting the blinds on the sliding door. "And you don't need to go on a diet."

She grunted, rolling onto her side, "Says the man who can eat whatever he wants and doesn't gain a pound," her eyes scanned him. "How do you do that by the way? I thought your metabolism slowed down between thirty-five and forty?"

He glared at her as he made his way over to the bed, "I'll have you know," he started, moving to lean over her. "I have a perfect metabolism."

"You do?" she asked. "Or is the constant sexual activity and yelling at your co-workers the reason why you're in shape?"

Chris propped himself up on his elbow, "You know, maybe I'll keep feeding you an array of exotic foods," he said, brushing his hand down her side. "I like to see a little meat on you."

Melanie squealed as he tickled her, curling up into a ball. "Stop!" she cried, as he relaxed his grip on her.

"You really think your fat?" he asked, growing serious.

She shook her head, "No, but I feel…" she trailed off. "Bloated? Maybe I had too much salt in the last two weeks."

He sat up, keeling next to her. "I think you look sexy," he grinned at her, making her giggle. "I like this," his held her hips in place, lightly squeezing them through the light material of her dress.

Melanie bit her lip as his hands moved up on either side of her body, "You're soft," he said quietly. "I like that."

"You do?" she asked, shivering as his fingers danced across her clothed belly.

He nodded, "And I especially like these," he said, cupping her breasts. "Probably my favorite part."

She squealed, "You are unbelievable!" she exclaimed; as he dropped down to kiss her neck. "You really know how to- Ohhhhhhh."

Chris smiled against her neck, pleased at how he could make her melt. He took great pride in being the only one to turn her into a blabbering mess, just by the touch of his hands or his mouth. The fact that he could give her that much pleasure, was enough to keep the smug look on his face when they were out in public.

"You were saying?" he asked, smiling innocently down at her.

Melanie growled, "I was saying," she wrapped her leg around his waist. "You better stop talking and do that again."

"What? This?" he asked, before nibbling lightly on her neck; just below her ear.

Melanie bucked underneath him, letting out a deep moan as his hand moved up the skirt of her dress. "Holyshitmotherfucker," she gasped.

"Thank you, I guess?" he chuckled, as she gripped his arm tightly. "More?"

She nodded furiously, "Oh god, don't stop," she whined.

"I won't," he promised, before placing a quick kiss on her lips.