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"Roger!" Jessica cried running towards me for a hug. Her strawberry blonde locks had grown almost to her shoulders now and had a hint of curl. There was a warm pink tint to her skin and her eyes glowed. She looked so healthy!

"Hey sweetheart. How's the new school?"

She beamed, showing a space where a baby tooth had been.

"It's so amazing! I'm going to be in a concert soon, you have to come see me play. I'm getting really good but there's lots of kids who are better than me."

"I'd love to come hear you play sometime. I bet you've learned a lot."

While Jessica and I were catching up Mark had invited Mrs. Oliver in, and they were putting the new red teakettle she brought to good use.

"It's a beautiful little apartment." Mrs. Oliver said when we joined them at the table.

"Thanks. Mark picked it out, it was a great surprise."

"I hope you don't mind us dropping by like this. It's just that Jessica missed you so much and we thought bringing you some nice housewarming gifts would be a nice way to thank you."

I nodded. "Just seeing Jess so healthy is thanks enough."

"That's very sweet of you."

The four of us chatted for a bit longer before Mrs. Oliver made their excuses and Jessica promised to call when her next concert was scheduled.

I hung the new curtains up immediately. They were black with silver plaid and fit the windows just right.

"Now we've got some privacy." I muttered.

"Roger, we've got to get the rest of this place unpacked!" Mark said turning his attention to the stack of boxes that still filled the living room and kitchen.

"They're cardboard boxes, they aren't going anywhere." I whispered in his ear, tracing the ridges with my tongue.

The filmmaker moaned softly and pitifully tried to push me away.

"No, we have to get this stuff put away."

"You'd rather unpack boxes than kiss me?" I pouted.

"That's not really a fair ultimatum. Why can't we do both? It'll be like strip poker. For every box you unpack, you get another kiss. The bigger the box, the bigger the kiss."

Sometimes I hated the logical side of his brain.

"I'll play your game but only if there's a grand prize at the end."

"I'll make it worth your while."

I didn't know Mark was capable of sounding so sexy and seductive. I was ready to explode.

"You are a terrible tease, you know that?"

"Roger, all this whining isn't getting you any closer to finishing."

I grinned as I opened the first box. Only Mark could make the tedious chore of unpacking boxes into a sex game.

"How many is that?" I asked adding the box I had just emptied into the closet to the pile.

"Twenty-five." Mark said from the bed.

"How many are left?"

"Twelve."

"Why aren't you unpacking any? This was your idea."

"I'm telling you where to put stuff. How would I be able to organize the boxes you're unpacking if I'm unpacking my own?"

I shook my head. He was so annoying sometimes but I loved him anyway.

"Brat."

"If you're going to call me names, I guess you don't want your kiss from that box." He said nodding towards the messy stack.

"I didn't say that, did I?"

I perched on the edge of the bed and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. Mark leaned over and pecked me on the lips.

"I thought they were supposed to get more intense as I went." I protested.

"Then be nice to me."

I pretended to glare then leaned over and gave him a deep kiss.

"I'll try."

It took me another hour to unpack the remainder of the boxes and an hour after that to finish arranging the furniture to Mark's liking. He had the nasty habit of changing his mind over and over.

"Finished." I said falling on the bed.

"Not quite. I think I liked the dresser on that wall instead." Mark said pointing.

"Too bad. It's full of clothes now and I'm tired."

"I was hoping you'd say that. I'm sick of bossing you around. Being a bitch isn't as fun as it looks."

I laughed. Good old Mark.

"I think you owe me a little something now."

Mark nodded. "I think you're right."

He started to kiss me softly but I was too charged to wait. I flipped him over so he was pinned beneath me and ravaged his soft lips with mine.

"I need you."

It was my turn to be in control and I was going to take advantage of it. I stripped him of his shirt and covered every inch of exposed skin in hot kisses. Even though my muscles ached from hours of working I couldn't feel anything but love and desire.

"Roger?"

I woke up with a start. Mark wasn't in bed.

"Yeah?"

He came back into the bedroom and handed me a cup of coffee.

"I've got to go to a premiere in Hollywood next week, my agents other client cancelled last minute, had a baby. Want to go?"

My mind filled with images of Mark, the moonlit beach and me.

"Hell yeah."