AN: I'm glad you guys like it so far. Thanx much for reviewing! P.S. I finished the story-I'm just being torturous! (pretend that's a word if it isn't)

George rapped hard on Mason's door. She'd been so anxious to meet up with him that she'd left her umbrella in her cubicle at work. She smoothed her hair, praying that she didn't look like a drowned rat.

He opened the door to his unaffordably nice house, left to him by a gay couple he'd reaped. "Hey there, Georgie-girl!" He smiled, excited to see her; he'd thought about her all day and had nearly messed up his reap. Luckily, he managed to make it on time - pissing off Rube off further was the last thing he needed right now.

She immediately kissed him, her cold raindrops dripping onto his cheek.

"Well, hello," he smirked, a little surprised. He got her a towel and began softly wiping her face. With each stroke of his hand, she seemed to grow more beautiful to him. He dropped the towel and stroked her cheek with his ungloved hands. Her face curved, conforming to his touch like the arched back of a cat. "You are so fucking fabulous," he told her.

"Compliments will get you everywhere," George replied, uncharacteristically coy. She closed her eyes, awaiting, and Mason pulled her close and kissed her. George felt a jolt of electricity between their chests and bit her lip, as if signaling to Mason that she wanted to have sex with him tonight. For the first time in Mason's life, or after-life for that matter, he wouldn't let himself pull her into his bedroom. He wasn't sure what had come over him.

George's long fingers slid up his shirt, then pulled it off. She took off her own shirt and put her fingers on the button of Mason's jeans. He stopped her hands abruptly and re-buttoned it.

George was confused, "What?"

"Nothing, George; I just don't think we should-"

"I've done this once before, ya know."

"It's not that," Mason winced at the thought of how that asshole Trip had treated her. "I just-"

"Save it." She pulled her shirt on and turned toward the door. Now she was incredulous and embarrassed. She spouted out the first thing that came to mind, "I knew you were still in love with Daisy - just forget it!"

This comment through Mason completely off guard. He followed George swiftly and grabbed her arm, "What the bloody hell, George! This has nothing to do with Daisy!"

George was indignant and pissed off, add horny and it's always a bad mix. "So you just don't want me? That's so much better, Mason!"

"George, stop this! Calm down a tic, will you?" She glared at him. "Christ, George. I never really loved Daisy - I just wanted what I couldn't have! And I just want to make sure that I don't screw you up."

"Oh," George blushed, instantly calming herself. "Well, fuck whoever told you you would screw me up. God, Mason, I never said you had to prove anything." 'Why does it sound like I'm pleading for sex?'

"You've been doing really good-"

He stopped her mouth with a gentle kiss. "I want to make sure I don't screw this up."

His warm chest felt good, even through her shirt. "Damnit, Mason." He let her go, mirroring her thoughts. If she didn't leave now, he wasn't sure either of them could be trusted. He remembered how insatiable he became after his 'first time'.

Mason took a step back and George stepped up, kissing him passionately. He felt his pelvic bone shudder as her stomach grazed it and held her at arms length, refusing to look at the devilish gleam in her eyes. "George-" he began quietly, keeping his gaze over her left shoulder.

The girl sighed, "It's fine; you're right." She sat on his couch in a dissatisfied huff.

He shook his head and disappeared into his bedroom and grabbed clean pajamas for his girlfriend. He let her change in the bathroom, then took her by the hand into his room. They lay together, fully-clothed (minus Mason's shirt). George lay her head on his chest and he stroked her long hair as she drifted off to sleep. Mason didn'tfollow until after the sun came up.