A/N: I've been on a roll this week. Meowser helped with this one again because she's the best :) Also for those who notice the jimel parallels that I try to add for Katie and Ned… I adore you. I hope you love them as much as I do. 3 Mariah xo

Ages:

Ned — 38
Andrew — 36
Katie — 35
Olivia — 35
Hannah — 35
Brandon — 35
Scott — 32

The club was packed. It's hot and the music was so loud that you would have to shout to be heard, and bodies were pushed up against each other on the dance floor.

Katie sat with Andrew and Olivia at a high-top table, drinking the last sip of her second long island iced tea, and was tempted to steal Hannah's drink that was sitting untouched next to her.

But that was mostly because her best friend had been gone for over twenty minutes. She had been looking forward to spending the rest of the night drunk on the dance floor with their friends from college, but Hannah had disappeared.

"Where did Han go?" She asked, picking up her phone to text her.

Andrew shrugged. "Not sure. She's been gone forever though," he said.

"I think she ran off to the bathroom," Olivia said, sliding off her chair. "Want me to go check?"

"Sure. Tell her she's going to need another drink," she shouted, picking up the margarita and taking a sip as she received a text from her mom.

It was something about Willow throwing a temper tantrum and Katie replied quickly that brushing Willow's hair helped calm her down before she thought about it any more and ruined the buzz she had going.

She turned her phone upside down and moved closer to Andrew, who was swiping through Grindr. "He's cute. Went to high school with him." She pointed out after a few swipes.

"Eh. He's cute, but I'm only in Grandview for the weekend and he's looking for something serious." He shrugged again and swiped left.

Their friends made their appearance again with a tray full of tequila shots and Katie could already see she would hate herself in the morning for this.

It was one thing to drink one too many margaritas or long islands, but shots? She didn't have the same snapback from a night of drinking as she did when they were all in college.

"Would it kill you to find a nice guy that doesn't just play you?" Olivia snipped as she slid back into her chair.

Andrew made a face and so did Katie. "Very funny," he muttered and flicked Olivia off. "I just got dumped after five years, Liv. Fuck off."

"Yeah! Be nice." She said, kicking her under the table. "It's not like you're getting married anytime soon."

"I'm scared of commitment and am fine with my open relationship with Rachel. I'm busy enough being a lawyer, remember?" Olivia scoffed. "What are you doing soccer mom? Getting drunk off two long islands?"

Hannah clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "We're here to have fun and keep Andrew's mind off that scumbag and to see each other for the first time in over a year. Let's do some shots and be nice to each other!"

"Yeah. Yeah." Olivia muttered and grabbed a shot glass. "Here's to friendship."

"You sound so enthusiastic about that, Liv." She chuckled and the rest of them grabbed a shot glass off the tray, and there were still five leftovers. Katie knocked one back and then immediately grabbed her second one, trying not to think about the taste as it burned her throat, but had to suck on lime to keep it from coming back up. "Jesus Hannah. What kind of tequila did you get?"

"It cost me an arm and a leg, but I couldn't hear what the bartender said," Hannah said and slid over a second one to her. "On my way back from the bar I think I saw Ned though. Couldn't be sure I was focused on not spilling this tray."

She looked around the room but didn't see him. It was also very packed with people dancing and moving about so it was hard to see. "You saw Ned?" She asked and grabbed her phone again, swiping over to see when he'd last texted her. It was over an hour ago. Wouldn't Ned tell her if he had come to the bar? "Where? I'm going to investigate," she said, moving out of her chair.

"I think he was over by another hightop," Hannah shrugged, pulling her hair up. "Let's finish these shots first."

"You can have mine, Han. I'll pay you back and finish this instead because I'm a soccer mom now," she said, grabbing the margarita and flicking Olivia off playfully. "Be right back."

"Yeah right!" Andrew teased. "20 bucks she doesn't come back and fucks Ned in the bathroom."

The entire table laughed and she rolled her eyes. It was probably true though.

"Thirty bucks says she comes back to grab her purse and say goodbye, but fucks him in the car or back home because that bathroom is nasty," Hannah said, taking that deal. "I know my best friend a little better… thank you."

Katie ignored the rest of their banter and was on a mission to make it through the sea of people on the dancefloor and toward the bar, getting through in a matter of minutes to make sure she didn't spill her drink. Then she spotted a few familiar faces. Brandon, Scott, and Ned were all sitting at a hightop, each with a beer glass in their hand.

She made her way over to them quickly, but her whole body started to hum with energy when her husband winked at her and licked his lips as he looked at her outfit. She had gone for comfort over anything but still looked good in a red skirt and black tank top with a statement belt around her waist and a good pair of heels. Feeling empowered, she walked up and kissed him, his arm pulling her onto his lap.

"When did you get here?" She asked, smiling playfully at him when their lips parted. "Not too long ago, I hope. I didn't even see you. Hannah said she thought she did and so I came to check it out."

"We all got here not too long ago. Brandon texted saying to come by because he was checking in on Hannah. LeTrai let me and Scott go a little early, so he came with me." Ned explained, with a smile. "How much have you drank so far?"

"Well, I've had three drinks and two shots of tequila. Are you gonna arrest me, Officer?" She told him, holding her wrists out with a chuckle. "Or should Scott do the honors? It might make Mackenzie a little jealous though."

Scott was chuckling into his beer glass, his cheeks a little flushed. "I forgot how funny you are when you're drunk, Katie."

"So I'm not funny when I'm sober?" She asked, but was really just fucking with him and could see it was working.

"She's just screwing with you Scott. I think it's a good thing I came when I did," Ned said as he kissed her cheek, his arm snug around her waist. "Do you want another drink? But after that, you're cut off."

"I'll take another margarita and that's fine. I already know I'm gonna regret this tomorrow so better make the most of it." She said, finishing the last bit of the one she was still holding before hopping off his lap so her husband could stand up. "We should pull over that table though so Hannah, Andrew, and Olivia can migrate over here."

Ned had walked off to the bar before she realized, but Brandon was already pulling the table and chairs over with Scott. Katie texted her friends and by the time Hannah, Andrew, and Olivia got there, Ned had brought her a margarita and onion rings.

"I fucking love you," she said before devouring the food but gave him the last one before taking a sip of her drink.

"I love you too," he said and leaned in closer, kissing her and earning a scoff from the entire table.

Katie didn't care though. She couldn't help but love the way her husband knew her so well enough to get her food with another drink. Especially onion rings.

It was somewhere around when he'd ordered her another drink after some coaxing when her cheeks felt warmer and warmer, and so did her body. She was very drunk now. She looked up at him, biting her lip and raising her eyebrows suggestively as she leaned in closer. "Wanna get out of here?" She asked as she stood up and he pulled her closer when she stumbled as some guy tried to slip by at the same time.

Ned was still just as possessive as he'd been when they first got married. She liked it to an extent though. The way he'd pull her closer if someone looked at her too long or the way he'd kiss her when guys would stare at her ass was nice.

She stepped between his legs and her hands went to his face, caressing his cheeks as he smiled at her.

"I'm ready to go when you are," he said smoothly, standing up to kiss her forehead as he pulled her in for a hug, his hand resting on her ass. "I'm gonna tear this thing off of you when we get home."

She smiled into his neck as she held onto him, pressing a kiss there. "Hmm... I have an idea."

"What?" He asked.

"What if my mom keeps the kids overnight?" She suggested.

"Did she already offer?" He asked, knowing Melinda well.

"Maybe, but she always does." She shrugged, smiling at him. "But I was thinking, what if we spent a night in a hotel room?"

"What brought this on?" He asked as she shrugged. "No really. You never want to spend money recklessly like this."

"Life is a gift. We just went through so much stuff, Ned, but then again we always do, don't we?" She sighed, hugging him tightly again. "This time it was just with the car accident and now this horrible shit with Mack." She pulled his head down to look at her. Despite the wave of alcohol on her brain, she was making enough sense from him to understand her. She could tell that. "I want to live every moment with you."

"Okay. Let's go to a swanky hotel," he said smiling at her. "I'll just rip this off of you and fuck you there."

"No boys allowed except Andrew. That was the rule," Hannah reminded her as she moved away from Brandon reluctantly. "You promised me you'd stay out until the bar closed. It's only eleven o'clock, woman. Come with me to the bar or you truly have gone soft."

"No," she whined to her friend with a pout. "I'm going with Ned. Take me away."

"Gladly," he smiled and they left before anyone could say another word.

When they got to the hotel, Ned concluded for the millionth time that Katie was drunk. Really really drunk. Which had the potential to be fun, but also she could easily end up fast asleep. It could go either way.

Luckily, it was late at night, and there was hardly anyone else around. He was grateful the young girl working the front desk was actively avoiding looking in their direction once they got their room key as if she could sense what was going on.

It didn't help that Katie kept reaching for his crotch every chance she got.

"Katie," he warned, his voice a near whine when he pushed her hand away just as she squeezed his hardening dick through his jeans. "Do you feel what you're doing to me?"

"Mmm Ned," she purred in his ear, teetering precariously on her toes as they crossed through the elevator doors. "Yes, I can feel you."

His resolve weakened, hearing his name on her lips and he indulged her for a brief moment, reveling in the way she pressed her hand against him again when the doors closed before he pried her hand away and frantically pushed the button for the floor number multiple times.

Katie pulled him back toward her, pressing herself into his chest and tilting her face up to kiss his neck. "I want to have sex with you," she murmured, nibbling on his ear.

"We'll be in our room in a few minutes. Just hold on–" He chuckled, resting his hands on her hip.

"No, right now. In the elevator," she demanded, licking a wet trail from his collarbone to his ear lobe.

Ned sighed. "We can't… Fuck, Katie," he groaned when her hand rubbed against him again. "Trust me, I want you. We're almost to the room." He wanted to fuck her. To pin her against the wall and devour her, and she could tell.

He wasn't concerned about the public factor, but there was the issue of whether or not someone could walk at any moment along with the possibilities of cameras, and he wasn't about to pull the emergency stop.

There was just no way they could have sex fast enough in an elevator to finish before they reached their floor, especially not when he had some alcohol in himself, too.

Instead, he pushed her up against the back wall, hungrily claiming her mouth with his own. She moaned around his tongue and fumbled with his belt, but he grabbed her hands and pinned them down at her sides.

"No," he breathed heavily, pulling back. "You're gonna have to wait for that until we get to our room."

Katie pouted. "Ned, please. I just–" She whined.

He kissed her again and she slid his hand under her skirt. She gasped into his mouth as he rubbed her teasingly over the satiny material of her panties before pushing them aside. "You are wet," he mused huskily. "Let's see if I can't make you come before we get to our floor."

He punctuated his words by sliding two fingers inside her, before dragging his thumb up to her clit to stroke it deftly.

"Yes," she breathed as he curled his fingers inside her and continued swirling his thumb against her exactly the way he knew she liked it. "Fuck."

His fingers worked quickly; he knew this would be a challenge, considering how drunk she was, but he was determined. Just then the elevator slowed to a stop, and he cursed angrily, jerking his hand away and trying to adjust his pants hastily.

Katie groaned loudly, her head thudding against the wall. "Ned, please..." She whined in disappointment at the absence of his hand.

"I don't care what you have to do. Don't make a sound," he warned her just before the elevator doors opened on the sixth floor and then smiled tightly at the stranger who stepped on and hit the button for the tenth floor. With the man's back to them, he shielded her body with his own and reached back between her thighs again, returning his fingers to their previous places. However, she couldn't stifle her gasp quickly enough before she buried her face against his shoulder. "Sorry. My wife isn't feeling too well. Too much to drink." He apologized half-heartedly because he really didn't care.

They were outside of Grandview and no one would know them. He wanted to get his wife off and was determined enough to do it. The man fled as soon as the doors opened to the tenth floor and he laughed to himself because she was completely oblivious to this all, holding onto him tightly as she came.

He could decipher his name in her suppressed moans; his hand was cramping, but gritted his teeth, watching the floor numbers light up once the doors closed.

10… 11..

Come on, come on…

11… 12..

Ned removed his hand when he felt her sinking into him and he tenderly scooped her up into his arms, carrying her out onto their floor when the doors opened. Her head lolled against his shoulder and she groaned his name sleepily.

He quickly shifted her in his arms so he could grab his keycard from his back pocket as he made his way down the hallway. "Don't fall asleep on me now," he whispered into her ear, rubbing his hand up her back as he swung the door open.

"Mmm, I won't," she muttered, but he didn't quite believe her as he walked into the hotel room and she tucked her face into his neck more.

"Come on, babe," he whispered, laying her down on the bed.

Katie grabbed him by his shirt, their lips touching again, and it was the sexiest thing. It always was. "I'm awake… I'm awake," she told him in between kisses on her neck, feeling her arms wrap around his neck and her hands run through his hair.

She giggled, low and sleepily as his head turned to kiss her neck, and then she was out. Eyes shut and mouth slightly open. He groaned, just staring at her for a disbelieving minute, hoping that she was playing around.

But she wasn't.

Ned carefully lifted her and slid her under the blankets, looking cozy as could be. "I told you that you would fall asleep," he finally said, falling to rest his head on the pillow next to her. "You always do."

He kissed her cheek and brushed her hair from her face before he moved out of the bed. It was time for him to take a cold shower.

It's an effort to get her eyes open, sleep crud gluing her lashes together, but as soon as Katie did she immediately regretted it. The traitorous morning light pierced her unsuspecting eyes, and she groaned as she sluggishly lifted her hand to block it out.

It was like her head started pounding all at once and she got stabbed in the eye at the same time, and she whimpered pathetically. How much did she drink last night?

Forcing her eyes open again, Katie squinted at her hand. A lot. She struggled into a sitting position as her stomach turned. She definitely overindulged a bit too much. "Oh god I wanna die," she muttered.

After a moment, she felt Ned's lips against her side. "Are you okay?" He kissed her shoulder next, rubbing his hand up her blanket-covered form. "Katie?"

She grunted slightly before actually answering. "Yeah," she sighed, her mouth feeling slightly dry. "I'm dying."

Really, how much did she have to drink last night? She remembered having a glass of wine at dinner and two cocktails at the bar, but she couldn't quite remember how many shots Hannah and Olivia had brought over after that.

She couldn't remember anything after that. At all.

Blurry fragments of Katie's memory from the previous night started piecing together. She remembered nearly fucking her husband in the elevator in front of some stranger and wanted to die of embarrassment.

"I really did drink quite a bit last night, didn't I?" She muttered with a bit of a laugh as she turned around to look at him, squinting against the light to see him smiling down at her. "It was so much fun though."

"You did, and it was," he agreed, kissing her forehead and then her nose. "Fortunately for you, I put aspirin and water on the table last night. We could even order room service if you can stomach it. Unless you want to get more sleep."

Katie didn't know if she could eat too much right now, but it might be good for her to try. "What time is it?"

"Nearly half-past eight," he replied.

She closed her eyes then. Why was she awake so early? "Hell... can you close the drapes then?" She asked sleepily. "I just… it hurts my head."

Ned kissed her cheek as he sat up in bed. "I'll close the drapes for you. Just take the aspirin and go back to sleep," he said as he moved off the bed and then pulled the drapes shut, making the hotel room darker, which helped quite a bit with the severity of her headache.

Katie slowly then sat up a bit and before she realized he was by her side as he held out the pills and water glass. She tossed them back and swallowed them, drinking more of the water than she needed to because it helped make her mouth feel less dry.

"Thanks. I know I must've been a hassle last night," she told him as she rubbed her eyes and yawned, covering her mouth in case of morning breath when he leaned in to kiss her lips. "Don't. Trust me."

"I've dealt with my fair share of drunken nights and morning breath with you," he said and moved her hand slightly, stealing one peck before saying, "And we're married. A morning kiss is in the vows."

"Is it?" She said, her smile growing wider as he kissed her again. "I think getting in bed with me is in the vows."

He smirked and then climbed back into bed with her. She loved lazy Ned; these oh-so-rare mornings when they got the chance to sleep in and snuggle with each other. In this case, they had the rare opportunity of being completely alone in a hotel room without their children.

Ned was a cuddler on these mornings, bent on keeping her as close to him as humanly possible and enjoying every moment of her presence near him.

And he was so warm.

Humming contentedly, she squirmed slightly in his embrace, noting with a smirk that her closeness was affecting him already, her ass fitting into the crook of his crotch creating that tension that sent a shiver of anticipation all the way down her spine.

It had been so long since they'd woken up this way.

Katie rocked her hips just slightly, just enough to create a bit of that friction she craved, her breath hitching in want. Damn, but he was already so hard, his morning erection rubbing her most delightfully as she began to grind her ass against his crotch in earnest.

His hand began to tighten around her waist. She continued, arching her back and feeling him – even through her clothes – hot and desiring her. This would never, ever get old, this flirtatious preamble to a much more carnal moment between them.

"Feeling better then?" He shifted slightly, kissing her shoulder and groaning softly as she rocked against him again, feeling the way she was aching to have him already.

"A little, but I think you know what helps my headaches go away." She said teasingly when she felt his hand start to slide down her stomach, reaching the waistband of her skirt she hadn't cared to take off the night before and slowly making his way between her thighs.

"Mmm that I do," he murmured against her skin before lightly tracing his fingers along her clit, teasing around it, but not quite touching where she wanted him so badly already.

She pressed her ass against him and he hissed, his dick almost painfully hard as she resumed her rocking against him. He continued teasing, his touch drawing light circles in random spots, but still neglecting that one place she needed him so desperately.

"Ned," she warned, grinding against him, the heat of him against her ass intensified with only the barrier of his boxers between them.

"Slowly," he whispered against her cheek, and she turned her head just enough so that he could kiss the corner of her mouth, their position too awkward to fully kiss each other. But oh the feeling of him pressed against her, into her skin, was just… oh.

He removed his hand from between her legs and she stilled, missing the contact. Just as she was about to reach for his hand and put it back where she wanted it, she felt him shifting behind her and realized he was removing his boxers, needing that skin-to-skin contact as badly as she did.

Katie could not wait to feel him. She sighed contentedly when he fitted himself back against her, his hardness leaving a hot trail against her ass as he moved and she lifted her leg to let him slide between hers.

She settled her leg back down again and rubbed him against her core, feeling him so close but not quite there yet, enjoying the tease as she resumed rubbing herself so enticingly against him that the friction was almost unbearable.

She heard Ned gasping, "Fuck!" under his breath as he started to grind against her, too, his dick almost painfully hard between her legs and this intimate, slowly torturous foreplay threatening to kill him as he pressed torturously close to home, so close but not quite there, and she turned her head to meet his gaze, looking at him intently as she slowed.

"I'm ovulating." The realization hit him that she was here, and grinding against him with need, and he knew. They could… they'd talked about it but hadn't been officially ready to try since the car wreck the year before. Not yet.

"Katie," he gasped, stilling against her and tightening his arm around her simultaneously, finding himself at a loss for words, the moment overwhelming him, both the warmth of her heat radiating against his almost painfully hard erection and the weight of her words spoken into the morning air.

She began to rock again, needing to feel him again and work herself into a frenzy of need and desire. He was so close but not quite there, and it was the kind of torment she'd chase again and again and again. "I want to make another baby with you," she said softly, and was filled with the urge to kiss him, to pour all of the things she was feeling but couldn't quite verbalize at the moment into him, but she turned as he leaned over her and his lips crashed down on hers, causing him to growl hungrily at the way she melted into him.

Ned could likely feel her trembling as he plundered her mouth, his lips and tongue taking and tasting as he pressed tightly against her, devouring her anew and feeling her delighted moan in his own desperate mouth.

When they pulled away and he met her eyes, he finally spoke, asking the question he almost didn't dare to voice. "You're sure?" It was a whisper, a prayer, and she answered it, nodding vigorously.

After any loss, it was hard to look forward to happiness, but she had faith. "I'm sure and I love you." She told him with a smile.

He kissed her again, a short, soft one before pulling away, settling back on his side and sliding back between her legs. He was intent on picking up where they'd left off, his hard length between her legs as she rocked on him, working them both into such a frenzy that when he finally slid into her they'd both be panting for breath.

Sensing his intent, Katie shifted away as she lifted her tank top off of her body and tossed it aside before settling back against him. He began to explore the newly exposed skin of her breasts, licking and tugging the pink peak of her nipples and thrusting his dick against her, and groaning as he did so.

"Ned," she moaned, arching her back again as the friction increased, and she was begging him, begging him to slide inside her and fuck her senseless, begging for it. "Please, Ned…"

He pulled out from between her legs, letting her lift her leg to give him access. She was ready, leaning against him and awash with desire, and god, she wanted him.

He shifted forward slightly and began to press into her, finding that their foreplay had made her slick, deliciously so. They'd been using condoms since she'd had her contraceptive removed, not entirely sure they were ready yet again but wanting to be prepared, and feeling him– all of him– again was worth it.

They couldn't move fast in this position so they rocked their hips unhurriedly, taking their time and feeling each slow drag of him filling her, a gasp falling from her lips each time he thrust himself deeper into her. "You… feel… amazing…" she managed to say between thrusts, and he grunted in approval, too worked up to manage words.

Katie rocked her hips expertly against him, taking him readily into her warmth as he thrust against her, slowly building that delicious release she'd been wanting since she'd awoken. She turned slightly toward her stomach, reaching to his wrist and pulling him with her, wanting him to roll with her, to take her from behind, a position she'd only ever trusted Ned enough to allow.

He followed her as she rolled onto her stomach, keeping himself buried between her legs, and she raised her hips just enough to slide a small pillow underneath, giving him the access he desired. He leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck as he continued rocking gently into her, hovering above her and pressing his chest against her back, picking up speed, delighting in the way she began to move against him, rocking her hips up and into his waiting thrusts.

She loved this position, loved the way she was at his mercy, the way he surrounded her and she could feel him with every inch of her body. She gasped as he sucked at the nape of her neck, turning her head just enough to kiss him thoroughly, lifting her hips and matching each delightful thrust with a rock of her hips, the position not affording her much room to move.

She was so close, and he was hitting her just right, and soon she was falling, her pleasure washing over her, the warmth of her husband enveloping her as she trembled beneath him, each sensuous push prolonging her pleasure and causing her to gasp as she saw stars, words failing her as she came down from her high, delighting in the way he slowed to allow her recovery.

He kissed her shoulder as he slowed, her body still tightly wound up, and knowing her husband, she would come again. "Katie," he gasped, pulling away slightly, and she smirked, knowing exactly what he wanted from her. "I need–"

"To see me," she finished, turning around and lying on her back, settling her hips on the same pillow as before. Ned was visual, and he loved to see her face as she came. He gazed at her, his eyes dark with his desire for her, and she added, "I want to see you, too," her voice sultry and seductive, and he growled as he surged forward, sliding back into her, and tracing his hand down her leg as she lifted it up and around him.

"Oh yes," he breathed as he stilled within her, reveling in both the sight and feel of her. "Fuck…" The way Katie arched her hips to take him into her, the way she looked at him with both lust and love, and the way she'd tighten around him – all of them were tricks that she'd learned over the years. They were entirely intentional and meant to drive him absolutely crazy.

He stayed within her for just a moment, leaning forward to kiss her thoroughly, his mouth thirsty for her, hungrily nipping at her bottom lip and tasting with his tongue. She lifted her hips against him as if to urge him to move, and without pulling his mouth from her he began to, slowly building the pressure again.

As he plundered her mouth, her fingernails tracing lines of possession all the way down his back and she clung to his ass, urging him deeper. He loved that she could never get enough of him, that she always wanted more.

Finally dragging his mouth off of hers, he pulled away slightly, enough to really fuck her and make them both overcome with desire. He wanted her to come again, needed her to come again, needed to see her face as she fell apart around him, needed to feel her clenching him and her eyes falling shut as she moaned and cried out his name.

Just the thought of it had him needing it more, and he began to pound against her, giving everything he had to her, and she writhed and screamed with pleasure, expletives falling from her mouth. "Shit! Oh… fuck! Ned! I'm…"

She was about to say she was almost there, but he was right there with her. Katie could tell he was getting close, sensing his concentration, and she clenched around him as he thrust deeply into her. She gasped as he groaned, and soon she was right on the edge again.

"Come for me, baby," he croaked, his voice desperate and needy. Oh, he wanted to come so badly, but not without her, never without her, and when he leaned down to kiss her once more, hard, his fingers joined them and she felt herself falling again, pulling away and gasping for breath.

She was both flying and falling, her limbs trembling with relief, and soon he was grunting his own release as he came, thrusting erratically as he spilled into her, falling on top of her as they both came down from their high, spent and utterly surrounded by bliss.

They were breathing hard against each other, panting as they clung to each other, connected on the most primal and precious level. Their lovemaking was always intense, a fire building until passion burned them both, and it was always like this in the afterglow, fatigued and fulfilled as they lay together, limbs tangled and sheets rumpled around them.

After what seemed like an eternity, Ned finally slid out of her and settled against her, pulling her close. He turned to kiss her gently, a slow, languid kiss, his jaw flexing as he opened her mouth to his, delighting in her moan as she allowed him to deepen the embrace, sighing contentedly as they settled back into the pillows, deciding that they could stay in bed for a while longer.