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U2's "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" was playing over the stores speakers as Faith pushed her cart through a store in Miami. After Ian had
wiped the floor with Ralph and his buddies, her and Ian had had to leave town. Turns out Ralph was in business with the local police. That had been fine with her. Since she had first laid eyes on Ian she had been smitten. They had decided on Miami because it was as good a place as any to go.  As Faith pushed the cart through the store she reflected that Ian might be the light of her life. Ever since they had started on their little adventure he had been a perfect gentleman. She never felt pressured into doing anything. In fact, they hadn't even been intimate with each other. He treated her like a queen.
Plus, he had a cute ass.
As she walked down the aisle she saw two hands take the cart on either side of hers. Grinning, she leant back into Ian.

"What took you so long?"
Ian smiled. "Had to find a parking space. You know, I am seriously considering buying a motorcycle just so I can park easier."
They went like that for a while, Ian pushing the cart and Faith walking between his arms. This was the place that she felt safest. No matter what, she
thought, I can take whatever the world throws at me as long as I have these arms.
Smiling, Faith decided to have a little fun. She rubbed her denim covered ass across his groin. She was rewarded with a groan from Ian. She giggled and
kept on walking like nothing had happened. The picture of innocence.
Oh no, Ian thought. Your not getting off that easily. Knowing Faiths body from their make out explorations, he knew her buttons. He slowly started
kissing her shoulder, working his way up her neck. The sounds she was making were an indication that he was getting close to her sweet spot, a place just inside the hollow of her collar bone. Just when he was about to touch it, he switched shoulders, beginning again. A disgruntled groan escaped Faiths lips and she whipped around, playfully slapping his chest.
"What'd you do that for? You know my spot."
Ian laughed. "That's what you get when you play with fire, little girl. You get burned."
Faith stuck out her lower lip and pouted in that way she knew would make him give her anything. "But I've been such a good girl."
Ian just shook his head. How could a girl dressed in overalls, a white t-shirt and combat boots look so damn sexy. Letting go of the cart he took her
face in his hands and lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss wasn't particularly passionate, it was a comfortable
kiss, and just a little shy. Both knew that this was the person for them but both also were afraid to take it that last step, not knowing where it would lead.
Letting her face go Ian nodded his head for her to continue on.
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Ian was faced w/ a dilemma that had plagued man for years.  The right decision would lead to happiness, the wrong decision could lead to destruction. He looked around for Faith, but she was off getting those womanly products that he really didn't want to know about. Sighing, Ian asked himself the question again.
"What kind of cereal do I want?"
He looked from one end to the other, starting to get frantic. He wanted something tasty but not too sweet. He had enough dental problems as it was. He was about to give up and move to the oatmeal when he saw it. His old standby that had never let him down. Bending down he picked up the last box in the store. Putting it in the cart, he merrily went looking for Faith.
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Faith was starting to get annoyed. Three young hoodlum looking fellows kept eyeing her, following her from aisle to aisle. She had tried her best to ignore them as she looked at the magazines. She had actually found herself enjoying Cosmo, although she would always be a Maxim girl. She chuckled.
"Next thing you know I'll be wearing the latest skirts and worrying about my weight."
"I think you'd look rather cute in a skirt."
Faith turned to find Ian standing at the end of the aisle, leaning against the shelving. Faith just could not get over that this man was in her life.
"Har har."
"Hey, if you want to continue wearing skintight jeans, I won't complain." Ian gave her that grin that bordered on naughty but didn't quite cross over.
Dropping her things into the cart, Faith caught sight of Ian's cereal selection. She gave him a `you've got to be kidding' look.

Ian furrowed his brow. "What"
"Cinnamon Life?"
"And what is wrong with Cinnamon Life? It's safe and reliable."
Faith couldn't help it. The look of indignation on his face started her giggling.
      "You are so damn adorable."
Ian's look changed to a grin. "Only you would find my liking Cinnamon Life adorable."
"And the problem with that is....?"
"Wouldn't have it any other way."
Leaning down Ian captured Faith's lips, burying their hands in each other's hair. Neither particularly cared if anyone was offended by their PSA, too busy trying to devour each other. When Ian pulled away, Faith's lips were slightly bruised and she had a dreamy look in her eyes. Hearing grumbling, Ian looked up to see the three hoodlums glaring at him.
"Something I can help you three with?"
The lead hoodlum, a man who just personified the word `bully', sneered.
"Yeah, motherfucker, wondering what a fine piece like that see's in a runt like you?"
"First, I'll have you know that I have never done anything like that with my mother." And second, I ask myself that question every day." Ian turned to Faith. "What do you see in a runt like myself?"
Faith tilted her head and pursed her lips, looking as if she were actually considering the question. "I think I stay with you because of your head giving
skills."
Ian had to turn his head and cough to hide his laughter. Of all the things she could have said, that never entered the ballpark.
The hoodlums started snickering. "I get it. Your one of those girls."
Ian's head whipped around. "What do you mean one of those girls?"
Leader smirked. "You know, a whore."
A familiar stab of pain went through Faith's chest. Try as she might, a tear escaped her eye. She turned toward Ian in time to see his arm whip down. Hearing a thunk she turned to see the hoodlum laying spread eagle on the floor, the contents of the can of creamed corn that had impacted with his face covering him.
Ian looked at the other two, red tinting his eyes. "Just try something. Come on, I dare you."
The other two looked like they were about to piss their pants. This big man had just knocked their boss on his ass with a can of corn. They honestly didn't know what to do.
Ian's eyes narrowed. "Take your friend and run."
As they dragged their groggy leader away they heard Ian yell. "I told you to run."  They slammed into the front doors in an attempt to get away from the
menacing figure.

Ian pulled Faith into his arms. "Don't let those assholes get to you. Hey, if you smile I'll buy you an ice cream."
This got a small smile out of Faith. Ian also noticed something else cross, her face, like she was remembering something. He'd ask her later.
"Can we get tootie fruitie?" Faith knew how much Ian hated tootie fruitie.
"I don't know Faith. You know how I feel about that." A tiny grin was on Ian's face. This was a game of theirs. He knew what was coming next. 

      Faith stuck out her lower lip, pouting. She looked for all the world like a little girl.  "Please???" She said in her best little girl, fluttering her eyelashes. They both knew that he would give in to what ever she wanted, but they game was fun.
Ian nodded his head towards the registers. "One of these days, I'll learn to resist your charms."
"And that will be the day you sleep on the couch."
Ian swatted Faith on the ass.
"Mouthy siren."