In Which Mr. Sanders Gains Control?

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Greg lazily surveyed the naked sleeping woman curled up to his side. The morning sun was creeping in through the curtains across the room, letting in enough light that he could clearly make out her form beside him. She had pulled the sheet up to her chest, effectively covering her breasts, but leaving her shoulders bare. He smiled at her, and brushed a stray curl out of her eyes gently. He dropped a few soft kisses to her shoulder blade before sitting up, and attempting to lean over a pick up his boxers from where they had landed when she had unceremoniously rid them from his body last night, but accidentally tumbling ungracefully from the bed, and landing with a soft thump on the floor.

Sara felt his lips brush against her shoulder, and was about to open her eyes, stretch out like a kitten in the sun, and pull his body on top of hers when she felt his weight shift, and heard him land on the floor. She opened her eyes reluctantly, observing Greg as he stood and pulled on his boxers, getting the briefest of glimpses at his backside, which she had grown to love dearly in the past months. She tried to close her eyes, pretending to be still asleep, but he had turned around and caught her.

"Like what you see, Sara Jane?" His tone was purely in jest, but she squeezed her eyes shut and snuggled into the pillow.

"Mmmsleepin." A grin spread over her face, however, knowing full well he didn't buy a word of her lie.

"Oh. You're sleeping." She felt the bed dip slightly under his weight, heard the laughter in his voice. She turned so that her back was to him, in a vain attempt to hide her smile.

"Mmmhmm."

"Right then." She gave a valiant effort to keeping a sleeping expression on her face as she felt his breath hot on her neck. "So that's a 'no' to an array of unspeakable activities?" His voice had dropped to that hoarse whisper that sent a chill through her whole body.

"Mmmalreadynaked." His chuckle made the hairs on her neck stand up.

"I see that." His hand roamed lightly over the side of her body, slipping under the sheet. His fingers moved from the side of her abdomen to her hip to her thigh, and back up again in a slow ticklish manner that turned her on almost instantly. "So that's a 'yes' then, is it?"

"Mmmhmm." Her breath hitched as his fingers roamed across her middle, and circled around her nipple, and she arched her back only just, and he kissed that soft spot beneath her ear, causing her to moan. He trailed his hand down the middle of her abdomen with one finger, lightly brushing against her skin. He pressed another soft kiss to the underside of her jaw as his fingers found the sensitive nub between her thighs.

"Greg."

"Mmmhmm." He had worked his way to her collarbone. His fingers found a rhythm that made her hips squirm restlessly, not wanting to give in to him just yet.

"Gregory."

"Yes love." He felt a hand tangle itself in his hair, and he shifted lower, paying diligent attention to the nipple he had touched moments before. Her hips were squirming frantically, and he laughed quietly as they involuntarily parted, and he settled in between them. Never in his life had he been so glad that he had minored in anatomy and physiology. He grinned widely at the tortured moan that escaped her lips; he loved mornings like these. No work, no phones, no inhibitions, just them. He really only did it every once in a while because he love to watch all the civilized, reserved walls that Sara had constructed crumble at his touch. She might boss him around all day, but he liked to gain control every now and then, too.

She took his wrist, pulling it away from her, and in one swift movement, flipped them over so that Greg lay on his back, and she straddled him. His fingers accepted the change, settling on her hips, and she leaned down to press a deep, slow, loving kiss against his lips. Then again, control was always her forte. She pulled away, teasing his earlobe between her teeth.

"Shouldn't have bothered with the boxers."

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A/N: thanks for all the love. :grins widely: