Hello friends, if you're looking for a new hobby to try, I've recently taken up composting (I garden), worm farming, water-color painting, and wood carving. All fun and I highly recommend them!

I've also switched to a new job that is midnight shift (hoot owl shift). So I've got lots of daydreaming time! And believe me, Fraphne lives in my head most days!

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If Daphne thought before that Fred's hands were magic, she now knew it was nothing short of sorcery. He was incredibly quick at pushing her shirt up and over her head. Guiltlessly, she whimpered out loud when his mouth left hers to travel down her jawline, neck, and every inch of newly revealed skin.

His fingers pulled at her bra strap, followed by his lips across shoulder.

And by God his kisses burned, sending a fire straight to her center.

These few months with little to no touch from Fred - let alone anyone else - unleashed a beast deep within herself, a monster that craved one and only one thing. Friction.

She pulled his body flush along hers, grinding against him, feeling his own excitement through his jeans. It still wasn't enough to slate her need and only added fuel to her growing fire.

Fumbling at his belt, she clumsily pulled it open, finding his flesh as aching as hers. His loud groan was muffled, as his lips were already over her nipple.

Space, texture, and the passing of time tends to lose all meaning when one is eclipsed in a passionate embrace, as Daphne would later attest to.

Neither seemed to recall exactly when they each became completely naked. This coupling was explosive, all tongues, teeth, and skin; much like their first time together.

She briefly remembers Fred grasping her hips and heaving her to the small counter, the roughness of the wall at her bare back, his mouth sucking at her breasts, and the feather-light feeling of being carried to the tiny camper bed.

Fitting snugly between her legs, his cock nudged expectantly at her thighs. Wanting him closer, she brought his forehead down to touch hers as he slid smoothly inside her warmth.

Hissing at the intrusion, she needed to adjust to his girth as he brushed lights kisses along her jaw, mumbling "missed you" and "so much" as he went.

"I think I'm good to go faster now," she said after a few moments.

"Mmmm, I wish I could say the same," he answered, trying his earnest not finish after the first few thrusts.

Drifting her hands over his back, she arched into him, trying to communicate that her patience was starting to wane.

Jeepers, if Fred didn't move soon she was going to up in flames and burn alive!

This time, she rocked her hips to encourage him, but it only made him growl, "Daph!" He begged through gritted teeth, burying his face into her neck, "Give me another second or I'm not gonna last."

"If I remember right, you usually liked it when I did this," she teased, sliding her legs higher up on his waist. Daphne couldn't fight back a throaty moan as their angle changed and he sunk into her even deeper.

"Creepers in masks be damned. You will truely be the death of me, Daphne Blake."

"Hmmm, but what a way to go…" her words drifted off as he finally began to move.

They easily settled into their old rhythm, flesh moving against flesh, as if they had never been apart or with anyone else.

His mouth claimed hers, his kiss needy and fierce. And she returned it, with just as much zeal.

Fred continued his slow pace, ignoring her soft pleas to go faster. She didn't know if he was doing it on purpose, but it was all such delicious torture.

Bringing their attention together again, they both looked down in unison at where they joined, watching him disappear into her. The sight was intensely intimate, and made sparks churn deep in her stomach.

She could feel the pleasure building tight and knew she wouldn't last long. Apparently, Fred could read it in her too as he bent down to lavish her breast with his tongue.

"You're so close…already, Daph." He panted between thrusts, "You must have…missed me…something awful."

Feeling the tension building in his muscles, she gave him a knowing smile, "Likewise…I'm sure."

Increasing his speed, he was going hard and fast now. Daphne was meeting him at each thrust, moans and whimpers flowed between the two.

Their eyes met and her heart nearly exploded with all the affection she had for him in that moment. The words came easily and freely, without any hesitation, "I love you, Freddie."

His own eyes grew wide as he absorbed her words. His brain didn't seem to be processing anything unrelated to an orgasm at this point, so he grasped Daphne's hand instead, lacing their fingers together.

His pace was becoming erratic and desperate, the muscles in his legs and stomach growing taut. Reaching between them his fingers found her clit, and as deftly as setting the strings of a trap he pushed her to her peak.

She had never died, of course, but if she was incredibly naive she would have assumed this is what heaven was like. Every nerve ending of her body seemed alight, and every movement of Fred's body against hers fanned those flames. Pleasure on top of pleasure.

She watched, entranced, as his vision clouded over with ecstasy, his lower half spasming, spilling himself inside her. He moaned his release as she tried to calm her breathing.

Rolling to their sides so they could both fit on the tiny bed, Fred pulled her close. Feeling him nuzzle his face into her hair, everything seemed so complete. Both in her heart and in her soul.

"I love you," she said out loud again. The words no longer containing any dread. She smiled at the soft puff of air that hit her ear in response, knowing that Fred was snoring softly.

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The sound of rustling blankets slowly roused Fred from a deep slumber. it was easily the best sleep he's had in months. He couldn't recall why he felt so light and happy until a familiar scent of lavender reached his nose.

With a massive effort, he creaked his blue eyes open and saw an unabashed nude Daphne reclining in the camper window, gazing outwardly at something.

Fred spent a few moments visually tracing down her curves, the slope of her ass, and just the barest hint of her breasts. The picture she was presenting before him was tantalizing. The urge to reach out and touch her was strong, but instead he asked, "Whatcha doing?"

Twisting from what she was looking at, she laughed, "I told you the view from here was absolutely picturesque. Especially of the sunrise."

"Hmmm, I'll say," his gaze lowered to her breasts, "Beautiful view…"

Blushing a little, she giggled and picked up a pillow to toss in his direction. Putting on his charms, he opened up the blanket in invitation, "I don't know about your Blake mansion on wheels, but my camper doesn't heat very well."

Sliding out of the window, she took her time sauntering over before cuddling into the warm nest of his blankets, letting him spoon against her back.

He wasn't at all trying to hide his erection as it brushed across her buttocks. Flashing a side eye and a grin, she asked,"Already, Freddie? So soon?"

"Mmmm," he purred aginst her cheek, planting a soft kiss, "You have no idea how much I've daydreamed about you these long months. I've got a lot of creative material to work with. It's going to take some time to exercise it all out."

Slipping her hand back, her fingers teased his length and the light blonde hair she found there, "Well, I am thinking of taking a mini vacation at one of my parent's estates on the west coast. Pretty soon, actually. If you're not too busy…maybe you'd like to join me?"

He cupped her bottom, gently tugging her around and up to straddle his lap, "Since I have a different boss now, I'll have to consider your offer. But I think I can be persuaded," he added with a wink.

Maneuvering his hardness to guide it back inside, she watched his eyes flutter closed, his face the picture of pure bliss as they joined again.

With no need for foreplay this time, she began to ride him in earnest.

With a mischevious smirk, Daphne wondered how many times she could make him say her name in one day.