The "High T"-continuation of "A Game For Two" (Chapter 15)-Romance ensues between Effie and George post-ep on "The Future is Unwritten"
Definitely doesn't merit a "M" and it wouldn't leave me alone. Call it another experiment as to whether or not I can write romance. :)

She turned and kissed him so fast and so soundly he nearly fell backwards. Or, perhaps not. When she finally broke off the kiss, they were both breathing heavily. Fingers trembling, George turned her back around slowly and returned to work on her corset. "It's um, it's been awhile, but I think I remember how this goes."

"I hope..." Effie said quietly, playing with her hair, "I hope that it gives you something else to concentrate on. I'm sorry I said anything."

"Don't be," George countered quickly. "You couldn't have known."

His light touch on the laces of her corset left her tingling. She let out a sigh of happiness as he loosened them. "I missed you, too. Next time, you're not allowed to be gone nearly as long."

"Next time?" George said thoughtfully, pausing on the laces so he could kiss the back of her neck, "I'll just take you with me. That way, my 'modern woman' can protect me."

She gasped and whirled to face him. He grinned at the look of shock on her face. "What?" he asked with a smirk. "After all, I was the one in distress," he reminded her.

Effie reached for a pillow and whacked him in the chest with it. "Hey!" he protested. "I'm still in distress, mind you!"

She smirked back at him. "Then save yourself," she told him. "You're good at that."

George laughed, pulling her down onto the bed with him. "Not tonight. Tonight, I'm perfectly happy to leave that to you." He continued to work at the laces on her corset until the cursed thing finally came loose, and he tossed it onto the floor, running his hands up and down her back as his lips met hers. "God, I missed you," he breathed, letting his hands drift over her, lips running a pattern from her lips to just behind her ear, down her neck.

Effie sighed contentedly as his touch roamed over her. "Toronto just wasn't the same without you, George," she assured him breathily. Her fingernails drifted up his arms and around to his back, lightly caressing him over his undershirt. He moaned softly at her touch, and she paused a moment, thinking they'd jostled his foot somehow.

"No. Don't stop," George begged her. His fingers left hers to pull his shirt over his head, flinging it to the floor somewhere. Effie's hands returned to his back, her touching becoming quicker, harder as she gripped his back, pulling him closer to her.

He responded in kind; a hand drifted down her thigh and made its way under her skirt and up her leg, first along the outside and then to the inside and-

"Oh!"

George paused. "Too much?"

Effie crashed her lips against his. "No," she gasped. "Just right."

He nodded. "Good," he whispered against her lips, and continued to let his hands explore. Effie's hands found their way to his hips and trailed underneath his waistband. George shivered. It was incredible, he thought, what a woman could do with just a touch.

The two of them lay there what seemed like forever later, intertwined, Effie careful to keep her long legs wrapped around George's from the knees up.

"How is your foot?" Effie asked him, fingers lightly running up and down his arm.

George was playing with her hair. "Ah...I think it's still attached," he said after a moment. "And if it isn't, it's fine, I don't need it." He bit his lip, a gesture that sent heat racing through Effie's middle. He felt her tense and chuckled softly. "Actually, to be quite honest, it does hurt," he admitted. "As much as I hate to end this before it begins... Perhaps we should make a stop at Toronto General."