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"darling!", Joe moaned impatiently, " it's 9am, we're leaving in two hours and predictably you still haven't packed!"

"I know but I'm getting ready", she answered pointedly.

"fine!", he said, throwing his hands up in resolution. Stuffed his hands in his pocket, turned in the door way and threw himself on the couch. He picked up the "Genovian times". His wife's face shone back at him, beautiful as ever. She sauntered out the bathroom, in her bathrobe leaving a trail of perfume behind her. God, she even looked wonderful in nightwear.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you", she said, picking up the phone.

"hello. Olivia? Yes, I would like your help packing, please?…. thank you."

He rolled his eyes at her, earning himself her best queenly glare. She always had a solution.

"have you eaten?", he questioned from behind the paper. He always checked if she had eaten, he always worried she hadn't. she was forever skipping meals.

"come to think of it, I haven't", she said, suddenly feeling hungry. " thank you for reminding me".

"no problem at all, darling", he said.

"will you order me breakfast, Joey?", she said moving towards him.

"Joe."

"Joey", she said, standing in front of him, running a well manicured finger down his cheek. He swallowed involuntarily, the effect she had on him was quite amazing.

"Joey", he sighed. Suddenly, without warning her grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap. Earning himself a squeal.

"Joseph!", she laughed. He trailed kisses from her jaw to her neck. Kissing her delicately on the lips which soon, as he expected turned into a passionate kiss.

Joe opened his eyes only momentarily to the sight of a rather shocked Olivia.

"err. Clarisse?", he whispered, " we might want to stop this".

"well that's a first!", she teased.

"yes, Clarisse's right Olivia, it's defiantly a first", he laughed, indicating to Clarrise's poor ladies maid.

"ahha", she said turning bright red, " I'll be getting changed now". she made a quick exit into her dressing room. She was joined shortly by Olivia.

"err, your Majesty?", said the girl timidly.

"yes?", Clarisse smiled, despite her embarrassment. She was not helped by the fact she could see her husband buckled with laughter out the corner of her eye.

"what-what should I pack?", she asked.

"oh, all the things are on our bed. Just put them neatly in the cases", she smiled.

"yes your majesty", she bowed, turned on her heels and went to fulfil her orders.

"cases?", Joe questioned walking towards her room and leaning on the door frame, " it's plural?".

"oh what a fantastic flare you have for stating the obvious, Sir Joseph", she mocked pulling on her trousers.

"how many cases?", he question, dreading the answer. She always, always brought more clothes than she needed.

"you'll be proud", she laughed, swiping her eyeliner across her eyelid.

"how many, Clarisse?", he laughed.

"here.", she said handing him her chain. A present from him years ago. He fingered it idly, remembering the day he gave her it. She turned away from him and he clipped it at the back of her neck, kissing just below her hair line. He was completely lost. She was so beautiful.

"eight", she whispered.

"eight!", he grumbled, coming out of his dreaming.

"come on Joe, I'm ready. I'm not standing around waiting here on you all day!", she teased and walked towards the door.

"you're more trouble than your worth", he sighed, catching up.

"I know you do not mean that!", she laughed.

"you're right, I don't", he laughed, wrapping his arm around her waist, they headed for the lobby.

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Yours,

M