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The next morning, Gordo awoke to a lonely bed. He looked about Lizzie's room and began to question all the things he's mind kept telling him happened. "Lizzie and I, we made love last night? No, it had to be another dream." He decided to ignore the voice within him, gather his clothing for the day, and take a shower. Gordo took his time; hoping the steam would clear his mind, as ever product he used (the shampoo, conditioner, soap, etc.) made him smell more and more like Lizzie. " I can spend all day with her scent following me," he acknowledged to himself.

After fifteen minutes, he ended the shower and; after dressing in a plain white dress shirt and black slacks; he wonder around the McGuire home and searched for Lizzie. He stepped into the kitchen and heavily sighed at his lack of ability to locate her. "Where are you, Lizzie?"

The slamming of the door jolted him from his pondering; followed by Lizzie entering the kitchen as well. She held a McDonald's bag in one hand, drink holder in the other, and; much to Gordo's delight; the brightest smile she'd ever had upon her face. "Mourning," her voice almost sang," Hope I didn't worry you about my not being here; I went to get something for breakfast." She sat both items on the counter and; after handing him and orange juice; started sorting through the bag. Gordo ate his meal heartily; as he was for some reason (*ahem*) unusually hungry that morning.

Once everything was thrown away, Gordo turned to go watch T.V.; but was pulled back. Lizzie stared up at him, with a look he couldn't decipher. "Where do you think you're going, Mr. Gordon?" her voice rang playfully into his ears.

"T-t.v., why?"

She smiled, " I have another idea; if you don't mind?" Before he could answer, their lips had meet and the distance between their bodies melted away. Gordo's arms went around her waist; as the wonderful realization that last night did really happen began to take over him. Still, this kiss; innocent as it was; drove him with a desire to take her again. Yet, he resisted it with a great deal of effort; wanting her to somehow tell him that she wished it as well. As if by magic; Lizzie lifted herself and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Lizzie?" he moaned out, half questioning her actions. Too concentrated on suckling his earlobe; that she rested his doubt by unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the ground. "God, McGuire," he moaned, "what are you doing to me?"

Lizzie leaned back slight and smirked. "That should be obvious, Mr. Gordon." She passionately kissed him, then whispered, "the couch is close enough, take me there."

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Sorry this chapter is so short, I was trying to get some of it done since you all seem to like it so well. Thanks for all the great reviews; and even if you don't like it; please review anyway. How else can I improve my skill unless someone tells me why I suck at something? *smiles* I'll update again sometime this week.