AN: A little something longer to keep you busy for the next week. I am on the road at the moment so I don't know when I'll be able to post an update again. Safe hugs to all you loyal readers out there!

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Adam frantically knocked on the door to 9C. He just had to see Nate like absolutely right now.

Nate had always been the brother he didn't have, he could talk to him about anything and everything and Adam had to get the news this day had brought to light off his chest or he knew it would kill him. He just didn't know what to do with himself.

When his cousin opened the door in his downtime outfit he almost felt a little bad for disturbing him in his time off on a Sunday, but this couldn't wait.
"What's up bro?"

"Can I talk to you about something?"
He knew Nate would never say no, family and social worker heart and all. So the door was opened to him in a welcoming way.

They went into the kitchen, Adam immediately better off because in a little bit he would not feel so alone in this anymore.
Also the loft always had a soothing effect on him, it was so light and spacey.

As expected Nate offered him a cold beer, which he gladly took and downed almost in one. He was greeted with sky-high raised brows, when he looked up at Nate again:
"O-Kay… so…?" Giving the second bottle he had gotten for himself to Adam as well and getting a third one from the fridge, Nate already must have known something big was up: "Talk!" he ordered, while sitting down at the kitchen bar.

Adam had been racking his brain on how he should tell this to anyone, how he would phrase it, but he found there was no good way to do this other than:
"Kim's pregnant, it's mine."

"What? How, woah, what? " Nate ran his hands through his hair several times, gaping at him in disbelief.

"It's really early, about four/five weeks. I mean, I, I don't know what to feel here. She just told me and found out today."
Adam informed him how Kim's slight injury on a call had brought on the news unexpectedly. It still was so surreal.

"I didn't even know you guys were back together man! Rianne just suspected as much." Nate downed a whole lot of his beer as well.

"No, we're not. Not really! We just have been hanging out for the last couple of weeks and the night of your concert at Molly's, after that terrible virus case, I asked her to come home with me. It just felt right and like we needed this."
Never in a million years had he thought that this night might hold some surprises in the future for him.

"Does she know what she wants to do?"
Nate had kicked into social-worker mode: Clearing up facts and finding out all about everyone's point of view.

"I guess she was just as shocked as me… I'm glad she told me right away though and did not keep it from me. But now I don't know! First she made an appointment at the clinic for tomorrow and I said I'd support her whatever she would decide, and then at the end of the day she says she doesn't wanna miss out on the chance of being a mom and she doesn't wanna regret anything later. I think she still does not really know what she will do and I am kind of out of my depth here. What shall I do now? What does she want me to do?"

Having made that statement, airing all the thoughts he had on the matter for the moment, he went to the fridge himself, pulling out some left-over food.
There were always plenty of delicious things in this household. Also he got another beer for him and Nate.

He was startled when he heard a female voice behind him:
"Oh hello Adam, good to see you! I'm heading out you guys, let you talk man to man," Rianne suddenly stood behind him, patting his shoulder and then kind of left in a hurry.

Adam wondered how much of their conversation she had witnessed, but then again she wasn't one to run her mouth. He was only relieved that she didn't seem to be mad with him for telling her about the not pursue-worthy investigation on Andrea a few days ago.

"Wait, when's your flight tomorrow?" Nate called after her and Rianne stuck her head around the kitchen area again.
"Noonish, but I'm good, Matt offered to take me. He's going out of town tomorrow anyway."
She shouldered the backpack she'd been holding in her hands and turned around again to go.
"Okay. Are you coming back later?"
Nate asked kind of worriedly and as if he was a dad, checking on a wayward teenage daughter.
"I don't know yet…don't wait up!"
She rolled her eyes, shrugged and seconds later the two men heard the front door click shut behind her.

Although very much engrossed in his own problems, Adam couldn't help but register the expression on Nate's face in the wake of Rianne leaving the house without telling them where she'd go exactly.
Adam thought he had a feeling Nate knew where she was headed anyway and he could guess as well.
Somehow Jay had not been thrilled that Voight had ordered him to stay longer at the district to do leftover paperwork, and argued he had plans for the night.
It was odd that Rianne hadn't said a proper good-bye to his cousin, especially when she was leaving town for the week and didn't know if she'd see Nate before she did.

"What's bothering you?" Adam probed.

"Nothing, it's just… no, forget about it. Let's talk more about you and Kim and…" His cousins face was anguished, but he tried to shake it off.

"Nate - just spit it out! I know something's been up with the two of you since your birthday party. I thought you would figure it out, but obviously you didn't. At least not really…" There was certainly still a strained vibe between them and Nate wasn't trying to hide his anger now, when he told him:

"Because she's still sneaking around with Jay and I don't like it…Something's just off about him…This week I caught them in his truck at midnight making out like some teenagers…"

Adam outright laughed at that:
"Nate seriously, do you even hear yourself talk right now? You're not her father! You know I can say a lot about Jay, but that something's 'off' about him? No! And for your information: they're not sneaking around with each other: They're seeing each other and if you'd ask her about it I am sure she would tell you and not lie about it. They are sleeping together man! Be honest with me, what's the exact problem here? Are you jealous, are you in love with her?" Sugar-coating anything at that point wasn't doing anyone any good here Adam decided.

"I don't fucking know! I feel stuck! I keep asking myself: What life do I wanna be living? Is this it? Am I the 30something guy living with a woman he's not in a relationship with, but who is the center of his world somehow? She's moving on in so many ways suddenly and I can only cheer her on from the sidelines because I have no idea where to go from here. Actually it's worse: I can't even cheer her on because sometimes I get so mad at her, that she can even do this. How can she move on at all? Andrea was the supposed love of her life — there is no one that should be able to take his place. And I know it's not fair and not rational, but I can't help but feel this way. I know she…" he stopped mid-sentence, obviously lost for words, but Adam thought he'd been more honest to himself than he'd ever been in months.

"Wanna hear my two cents about this?"
He cautiously asked and when Nate didn't protest he continued:
"I think you focused a little too much on getting her back on her feet and forgot about yourself in the process. Andrea was your friend too, man! He was your best friend since high-school. You lost him! You shared everything with him, so you held on to the next best thing: his wife. But she's not yours and I am not even sure you want her to be."

Adam felt it was time for something stronger to drink when Nate slumped down on the table, head in his hands, hiding his face from him.
He knew his cousin didn't like to cry in front of anyone but he was close to. As he knew where they kept the fancy liquor he took care of it and got them two glasses of vintage bourbon.

"You're right - I haven't dealt with a lot of stuff I should have been dealing with a long time ago. But it feels like I can't think straight here. I can't really let go of her, although I want her to be happy. And the more I see her moving on the more I fear I will try to keep her from doing so, because I am not ready for this. And I don't wanna lose her…" Nate said in his back quietly.

"Maybe you should take a break, go somewhere. Be on your own for a while. Take your personal time to grief."
It was what Adam had needed after Kim's and his breakup and when she'd joined Intelligence shortly after that. Maybe it would do his cousin some good as well.

"I don't know. I have honestly thought about that. But then: Isn't it ridiculous that I am like almost three years too late with taking care of myself? I should have been able to deal with it, I'm sort of a professional at this kind of stuff. And I'm worried about her, like always. Even right now! I worry about how much of our conversation she might have heard because of the baby topic. I think it's still kind of tricky for her. Man, you know what a mess she was!"

Adam hadn't been Rianne's primary caretaker back at the time, but he'd talked to Nate a lot after the accident and sometimes visited, even when she was still living with her in-laws in Berwyn directly after.
He knew for months it had been a long way to recovery; first physically and then mentally.
The last point naturally taking up most of the work. Some wounds would probably never heal. It had been difficult to get her to leave the bed and then the house in the beginning.
Even though she claimed she really wanted to and wanted to get back to work as soon as possible, her body just wouldn't allow her. In addition to the real physical trauma, the psychological one often had psychosomatic effects as well, they were told. It wasn't before her psychiatrist got her on antidepressants that things were slowly beginning to look up and she got back on her feet. Now Adam was sure she was managing without them completely.

"Yes, I know. But look at her now: She made it through! She's stronger than ever before I think. And that's your doing too, but in the end she had to go through the steps alone! Everybody has!" Nate and Adam clinked glasses, downed the golden liquid and Adam directly filled them up again:

"So what will you do about you now?"

On her way to her van Rianne shot a text to Stella, hoping her friend was all right.
This thing with the instructor's job had her really swamped almost to burn-out extend and Kelly's new job was causing all kinds of stir-ups in their shared time. No way Rianne was gonna go and lean on that poor one with her stupid problems right now.

Of course she had overheard what Adam had just told Nate. Their voices really carried and she had been in her room, door slightly open, packing her stuff for her trip to LA.

Rianne had known that the day would come when one of her friends would be a parent and she'd thought she was well prepared for that.
But hearing Adam tell Nate that Kim was pregnant had caught her off-guard and touched a sore point for her. She would go crazy staying there with them while they were talking about this.

Thankfully she had planned on going to see Jay anyway tonight, as it was their last chance to spend some time together before she would leave tomorrow.
Judging by Adam being at the loft right now, she hoped Intelligence had wrapped up their thing for the day and Jay too was on his way home already.
She certainly could use being distracted by him now more than ever.

She dared herself not to think too much about it, not think about what she would do if Jay wasn't home, and not think about how it would feel if he wasn't really into the whole idea of spending the night with her after she'd sent him home alone on Thursday. They hadn't really specified their plans for the evening.

Concerning the reason for Thursday night, Rianne felt more sorted out, clearer. Having dwelled on it for most of her weekend she'd come to the conclusion that for now she could put the matter aside. After all, racking her brain about wether or not Andrea had been more criminally involved than she'd been speculating, when there was just no answer at the moment, didn't do her any good. And she had sworn to look out for herself more. This would be about Andrea. Just like too many times before it had been all about Andrea, not what she had needed.

Would she have loved him less if she had known then? Probably not. Would she have been able to stop it or would she have broken up with him? Rianne had often been thinking about for what reason her 28/29year-old self would have ever broken up with Andrea. There were plenty she could think of objectively, but she would probably have never gone through with it. She had loved him just so much, unconditionally, sometimes maybe to an unhealthy extent, closing her eyes at things she should have opened them wide for. Holding on to her believe that circumstances often were like they were for a reason, she urged herself to move forward and not backwards now.

When she arrived at the red brick house with the little bay windows, she couldn't see Jay's truck anywhere. This didn't have to mean a thing. He would at least have texted her if he had to cancel.

Rianne went up to the entrance. Nobody opened up though, she'd rung the bell three times. While she stood there deciding wether to call him or declare the mission unaccomplished she heard footsteps behind her:
"Well hello stranger. I almost thought you ghosted me." At hearing his teasing voice relief washed over her and got her feeling a bit excited. Not that she was liking how easy it was for him to get to her without even trying to.

Rianne turned around, a flirtatious smile on her lips as Jay went up to meet her.
"No, of course not. Just wanted to keep things exciting and unpredictable..." she answered him, as usual sounding more confident than she felt. He stopped in front of her and let his bag he usually carried his change of clothes for shift in fall to the ground.

Jay smiled charmingly before he pressed a sweet kiss to her lips:
"Sorry, I got stuck doing paperwork… I'm glad you decided to stop playing around though when I got your message today. So, what did you have in mind?"
He fished his keys out of his jeans pocket and opened the door for them, not even waiting for her answer, just assuming that she didn't just stop by to give him a short info. She followed him inside.

"I promised I'd be in touch before I left for LA! I was wondering how you'd feel about spending some quality time together, kind of like a 'last supper'…"

They went inside Jay's apartment. Rianne felt she was already accustomed to its kind of manly style and a special Jay vibe greeting her, although she only had been inside it once. His furniture was simple and comfy, hard-wood floors and plain colors, nothing too fancy besides his giant flatscreen with matching sound-system and a big poster of a vintage motorcycle on one of the living-room walls. It was nice to be let back in, even though she knew he probably still felt conflicted about what had happened here last time.

He threw his keys on the chest of drawers near the door, kicked off his black boots and left his bag in the hallway, then turned around to face her again and wink at her:
"I am honored you'd want to spend your last supper with me of all the people in your orbit."

"It was a figure of speech."

"I know, but anyway, I like it. Was almost afraid you'd leave for California without a good-bye…" Jay said it in a mocking voice, trying to not let her see that he meant he had actually been doubtful.

Instead of continuing their conversation she grabbed him by the waist and pulled him to her, yearning to feel him near but also still intimidated as always by his demeanor.
He kept himself in check so much sometimes it was difficult to read him. She found when she had contact to his body though it was easier. Close to he looked tired and beaten, god knows what he was dealing with at work right now and how he was feeling concerning the Marcus West case. Rianne took his face into her hands and curled her fingers up in his hair, just looking into those eyes, which as she had noticed could pretend to switch colors from one minute to another. Kind of blue one moment, and green the next. Funnily enough it depended on what color of clothes he was wearing she had found out. As he was sporting an olive ripped long sleeve tonight his emerald eyes were at the top of their game.

"What is it?" he chuckled and seemed a bit uneasy under her intense scrutiny.

"It might sound weird: but I missed your face!"

"Now that you say it – I kind of missed yours too. Especially with your bruises almost all healed up already…"
He kissed her real tenderly at first and when things got out of hand as it usually did between them, he stopped the kiss and gently pushed her away a little.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, I'm actually starving and wouldn't mind changing into something more comfortable."

"Okay."
Rianne was a bit disappointed. She wouldn't have minded climbing him right then and there. She was asking herself if he still felt guilty about their last encounter in these walls and didn't trust himself to not loose control again. Or if it was her fault and that he didn't trust her enough to stay with him afterwards. Maybe she had yet to make good on that promise to not disappear. She'd been bad at it the last few days.

"Also, I actually might begin to enjoy spending time with you apart from having sex which, don't get me wrong, is of course a revelation. So I could offer you cold beer, some food for your 'last supper'…though we'd have to order that, and the game just happens to be on. What'd you say?"
Rianne sort of snorted and laughed at the last part of his suggestions.

Jay looked taken aback: "What's so funny?"

"It's a thing I still don't get even though I've lived in the US for so long now: How is one supposed to know which game is on I keep wondering. The way you people say it, it seems that there is only one game on television all the time, but in reality there are so many and so many different varieties of sport. But every time it seems that everybody is supposed to know which sport you even mean and what you wanna watch. Y'all always just say: 'Oh look, the game' is on."

"I don't get that," he laughed at her, "but yeah, maybe it's an American thing."

The plan was almost was a little too "couple" for her taste but she let it go for now and told herself to just ease into it.
Snuggling up with him on the couch couldn't be that bad.

Jay changed into his sweats and a fresh shirt while Rianne studied the take out menus pinned to the fridge.
There was nothing to turn into something edible in there, there almost never was. He kept almond milk in it because it was lasting longer than fresh milk.
He really didn't live in his apartment very much. Either he was spending time at work, at Hailey's, at Molly's, at his brother's…
If he was off for longer than 24 hours he often just slept here as much as he could, trying to load his batteries. It wasn't much of a home he realized when seeing his place through her eyes or how he thought she must see it. Compared to her own, which was so unique and lived in and well arranged and taken care of, with a breathtaking view one might add, this was a bachelor's pad minus the space.
Jay thought about how since he moved out of Erin's he never really had gotten to making a nice home for himself. It just hadn't been that important to him.

The longer he thought about it he always was visiting other people more than that he entertained guests. That never had been his thing much.

His head was still a little stuck in the case they had just closed.
A sick bastard had kept two abducted girls in a cellar for years, raping them and getting one of the women pregnant. He had kept them hidden from the world for seven years. The amount of evil people where capable of never seized to amaze him. That house where they had found the victim in had been a well-ventilated house of horrors he thought.

In a way he was glad he wouldn't have to spend the evening alone, musing about that. And he didn't know that he had been subconsciously holding his breath since Thursday night, if Rianne would contact him again or if this "giving her space thing" had been a bad idea. Turned out it had not and he was relieved, if a little nervous too. It somehow felt like them taking another step towards a relationship, being home together on a Sunday evening…

After having ordered he fetched them drinks from the fridge and they settled down on his couch, Rianne surprising him by not leaving any space between them.
Quite the opposite: She waited until he had gotten comfy on his usual spot and then sat down on his lap, legs swung sideways over his, cradling his neck with one hand and clinking bottles with him with the other. Jay wasn't complaining, but this was dangerous territory he felt. Her scent was already way too intoxicating for him to keep thinking straight.
He must've given himself away somehow, because she directly said: "Oh, I'm sorry, did you want more space?"

"No, it's fine," he grinned and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Is your family gonna be there too at the wedding of your cousin?"
He was honestly interested, but knew he had to start up a conversation quickly or all his restraint would be forgotten in a second.

"You mean my parents?"
Jay nodded yes.
"No, my uncle's eldest daughter is getting married, this is my dad's side of the family, so originally from Argentina as well, but they have been living in LA for years. I think they are planning a second, bigger wedding in Buenos Aires next year. My father doesn't like to travel anymore, so it's just going to be a small family circle. And my mother isn't even talking to this side of the family, so she's not invited anyway."

Rianne was quiet for a moment, sipping her beer: "My parents didn't even attend my wedding come to think of it."

"Uh, why not?" This was news to Jay. It hadn't come up in their earlier conversations about her family.

"Oh, for various reasons. Mostly because they didn't approve of me marrying Andrea I guess. Or more precisely put: They didn't approve of him at all, said he was a lazy Italian who would make me unhappy and didn't get anything done like a real man would… And my parents can't be in the same room together without being at each other's throats, so…"

"Wasn't that hard not having any family present at your wedding day after all?"
It had been at least disappointing for him that his father hadn't attended his graduation ceremony from the police academy, not officially. But a wedding without family of her own?

"I managed. I think Andrea's family has always been sort of my family too and at our first wedding there only was Nate and an Elvis impersonator in a Vegas chapel anyway…" She bit her lip and scrunched up her face, gauging his reaction to this new piece of info. Jay sat up instantly and grabbed her knee, thinking she had to be kidding with him.

"No way! Didn't peg you for a Vegas marriage type…"

Rianne just shrugged and Jay's face changed from amused to pensive.

"What?"
"Just reminiscing about my Vegas wedding I guess…" He decided to go with the truth of what was going through his head.
"No way?! You? You can shake hands on that with Kelly too!"
Jay had heard the story about Severide getting married in Vegas for a short amount of time as well. He guessed there had been some of the same and some different reasons for that.
"I'm intrigued… so spill… !" Rianne urged him to go on, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

So Jay told her about Abby and the shotgun 24hour wedding as a repercussion of his time in Afghanistan. He couldn't believe that this had happened over ten years ago. He talked about how they had met while she was running cultural support on his last tour with the Rangers and Kandahar and how they had gotten married one night whilst they were very drunk, after a fellow soldier's funeral in Vegas.

"She actually came back to visit, telling me we had to get a divorce. That was a little over two years ago. I always thought we'd gotten that taken care of right after we sort of woke up the next day realizing our mistake. So I was completely shocked. It was just one of the many things I did when I got back from the war that I wasn't proud of. I hadn't known that I was still married all this time."
He continued that Abby not only revealed that she hadn't filed the divorce papers all those years ago, but that she'd been in love him all along and that she still loved him and wanted a relationship. Opening up about that led to him telling Rianne all about Erin as well and how this episode with Abby started a downwards spiral for him and his girlfriend and partner at work in the end. Even though he got the divorce finally settled and wasn't in love with Abby, him and Erin couldn't make things work again and then she suddenly left for New York and never came back. He realized that somehow this must have happened just shortly after Rianne Andrea had been in that fateful accident. He found the timing somewhat odd...

"Well, I think you can't blame Abby for that." Rianne finally commented.

"For what? Being the beginning of the end of me and Erin?"

"No, for wanting you back. You're not a bad catch…" she pinched his cheek playfully.

"Why do I always end up telling you so much?"

"Maybe it's my therapeutic genes…" Winking and raising her eyebrows at him she remained sitting calmly on his lap.
Jay was seriously wondering why it was so much easier to admit to all these things from his past in front of her, when he'd been with and known Erin for much longer. Yet communication and talking always had been an obstacle in their relationship they had not been able to tackle successfully. Somehow with Rianne he was sure she could handle it, could handle him. And most importantly: there was no judgement there.

"Okay, time do redirect the attention: Why did you get married in Vegas then?"

Rianne contemplated lying or stretching the truth, but seen as he had opened up about his past relationships just now, she took a deep breath and just spit it out. Funny enough that the topic she had wanted to avoid by coming here tonight had caught up to her anyway and it somehow had been her own fault, bringing up her wedding:

"It wasn't my idea I want to say! We were on a holiday trip across the country, Andrea, Nate and I and the van. We wanted to get to San Francisco finally, but of course the guys liked to party a few nights in Vegas on the way. I had not been feeling well before this trip and found out I was pregnant a day before we left. So when we arrived in Vegas I just had to tell Andrea, because it wouldn't have been credible that I just opted out of drinking and partying hard without a good reason. And the minute he knew, he got it into his head that it would only be right to get married right now, so I guess we just did that…"

Jay didn't ask any stupid questions like: "What happened to the baby then?" or "Did you even want to get married like that?" She guessed he already knew. His patience and calm, his warm and strong arm around her midst, made her continue although it was not easy talking about all of this:

"Andrea kept saying that we couldn't have a child without being married, sometimes his traditional senses kicked in and he could be pretty persistent if he wanted to, so I was like 'whatever, we belong to each other anyway, so let's do it!' We didn't tell his parents though that we'd gotten married without 'la familia' present. That is why we did it all over again when we got back from the trip: Engagement party, baby shower, quick wedding before I was showing too much…" Relationship-wise it had only gone downhill from there, but she didn't share that with Jay, yet. Rianne couldn't help the tears stinging in her eyes now, remembering that time vividly, like it had been yesterday, but also like it was a different life.

"If we hadn't been in that accident… " the tears were streaming down her face now, "I would have been a mother to a two year old son today."

"How far along were you?" Jay asked softly, squeezing her waist tighter.

"Six and a half months…" Her throat tightened and it got really hard to breathe.
Jay closed his eyes briefly. He knew what that must have meant, what she had to endure on top of being injured and loosing her husband. He took the bottle from Rianne's hand and place their drinks on the coffee table without making her get up from his lap. Then he pressed her to his chest and she let herself weep freely, wondering how sometimes pain could flare up so easily again. Even if it all had been a whole while ago and she'd thought she was relatively fine about it, it still hurt.

"I am so sorry you lost them both…" Jay mumbled into her hair, his voice a little wobbly itself. That man was so compassionate sometimes it touched her deeply.

"See, I don't know why I told you that either…" She sat up after a while, feeling it was over, it was off her chest. Rianne wiped at her face and looked into Jay's eyes for a minute, trying to read what he was thinking, but she only saw empathy, no judgement. He quickly pressed a kiss to her hand he had caught in his along the way:

"Wanna watch the game?" he winked at her.

"Yes, please!" Rianne nodded her consent and let Jay get up.
He went to fetch the remote and pulled her back into him when he sat down again. Rianne was tremendously thankful that he didn't push any further or did not freak out about this new piece of information about her past, didn't make a whole ordeal out of it. It felt okay to be not okay about the pregnancy thing, because she had lost her child and its father.

She wouldn't have thought that it was possible to have fun watching a baseball game after having that heart-to-heart, but they had. After having fed each other the Chinese takeout that had been delivered in the meantime, joking around because neither of them was able to eat their food with chopsticks properly, Rianne surprised Jay by being a very passionate sports-watcher.

"I thought you had no clue who is playing against who and what this is all about?" Jay asked her at some point.

"I don't, but I guess I can pretend to be fully invested like a pro and I picked up on a thing or two while living in this city and being around men most ofl the time…"

After the Cubs lost by far and Jay was pouting a little, they switched channels and landed on a rerun of "New Girl" episodes, which got Rianne excited, because she absolutely loved this series, so Jay finally gave in.

"I've probably watched it 5 times, but still love it. That's like my dream household," she gushed. Also it was nice to watch it with someone not familiar with it again.

Noticing they often spontaneously laughed at the same jokes, Rianne found herself relaxing more and more into this. With her head on Jay's chest, legs stretched out on the couch, while he had his feet propped up on his coffee table, it was cozy and cuddly to an extend she could tolerate. Her concentration on the series was then soon forgotten when his hands did not only rest warmly on her hip, but slowly wandered up and down her thigh and under her shirt-dress, his fingers drawing circles on her back and ribcage. Her heart was thumping wildly and she was afraid she would soon begin to purr like a cat, because it felt so good.

"What do you think you're doing there?" She looked up at Jay out of the corner of her eye.

"Nothing, I'm just watching. I really wanna see this, so if you could keep quiet it would be highly appreciated…" he feigned innocence and kept his eyes fixed on the TV, but let his hands wander even deeper down her back until he had reached her behind.

"Yeah, right… I think it's called slow torture what you're doing…" But two could play this game she thought.