Part IV: Streamline

Chapter: Anniversary

"Hey sleepyhead, wake up already!"

Myers woke up to the voice that penetrated the fog of his dreams, to the scent of freshly boiled coffee. He yawned, stretched and opened his eyes, just to see an angel standing by his bed. An angel, illuminated by the morning light that entered the room through the white linen curtains, with a halo of golden red hair around her.

He blinked a few times, to shake off the remains of the dream.

Margot, holding a cup of coffee in her hands, looking her with a quizzical look.

Why had he thought she was an angel? A weird dream. Yeah, she was beautiful as always, but an angel?

He didn't even know if they existed, though he suspected they did. Demons were real, so.

"You look like you need some coffee."

Margot took a seat on the bed, and offered him the mug, which he accepted gratefully.

"Thanks. You've been up for long?"

"Not long." Margot replied with a smile. "Just long enough to make you coffee. Forgot what day it is today?"

"Our anniversary." He remembered instantly. "21 years of marriage."

"Yeah. 21 years." she breathed, and moved closer to him, sat on his lap, her thighs both sides of his hips. "And I know just how I want to celebrate it."

"You do?"

"Oh, yes. I have some things in my mind."

She was purring now, and she took his coffee mug, to place it on the bedstand. Her weight was on him, her slender legs on both sides of his hips, and he knew the look in her eyes, oh so well. He laid his hands on her hips, to feel the feminine shape of her curves, to pull up the hem of her silky nightgown.

21 years married, and he still wanted her like crazy.

21 years of marriage, everyday together, every day feeling her skin on his own, her thoughts on his, her lips on his, and still he hadn't gotten tired of her.

He knew he never would.

Not a day went by, without him wondering that a woman like this had agreed to spend her life with him. He still felt like the luckiest bastard ever to walk on this earth.

He had turned 50 already, and even if he was in excellent shape, there was no denying that he wasn't young anymore. There was some gray in his dark hair, and a lot more wrinkles in his face than he liked to admit - but with Margot he never felt old.

He ran his fingers through her hair. It was just as curly and thick as it had been when they had first met, but she had a shorter haircut now - a more adult look. Her skin was still smooth to touch, her figure firm and athletic like a one of a long distance runner, her eyes still sparkled with the fire that burned inside of her soul, and the lines around her eyes only emphasized the depth of her smile.

"21 years." he sighed. "I wouldn't change a day, you know? Not a day."

"Not even the day when I was kidnapped by an evil Goddess?"

"Okay, maybe that day. But the rest has been pretty good."

"Or the day when some dumb-ass managed to summon a demon of musicals or whatever, and you had to sing the whole day?"

Myers made a face.

"Yeah, maybe that too. Kat still won't shut up about it."

"She never will."

"And I am painfully aware of that." Myers muttered, letting his hands move to Margot's gorgeous backside, to feel the feminine curves that called for his touch. "And I don't want to think about that right now. I have something else in my mind."

"I know you do, lover." Margot purred and her body bent against his, her perfect breasts brushing slightly his chest and making him high headed. "So do I."

"Just let me say, that-."

But she kissed him, her arms around his neck, and in the kiss was the same heat that had swept him off his feet more than 20 years ago. It took his breath away, and he forgot what he had been about to say.

It probably was something about the way he felt.

That he still thought she was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to him.

That he wanted her like crazy, and that he longed to make love to her a thousand times more - preferably right away.

Or that he loved her, even more ferociously than before. And that he knew, as a fact, that he would keep on loving her till the day he died, and if there was an afterlife he'd love her there as well.

But she knew that already. And that was one more thing he loved about her.

A half an hour later, they lay on the bed side by side, naked, their hair ruffled, and the blissful afterglow of lovemaking was on them like a warm blanket.

Margot cuddled close to Myers, her hand resting on his chest. The coffee had long ago gotten cold in the mug on the bedstand.

"That was a nice way to celebrate." Myers murmured, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

"I plan to have you a dozen times more today." Margot grinned.

"Yeah? Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Work?"

"Yeah, but since it's Saturday, it can wait. But I was referring to our offspring, whom you asked to come home for the weekend."

"Oh! You're right, Sean and Amy." Margot said, and her face lit up on the way it always did when she thought about their children. One more thing he loved about her. "But they won't be here until afternoon, so we have plenty of time."

"You made the reservation?"

"Uhhuh." she nodded. "At Papa Giovanni's, 8 pm. That okay?"

"That's perfect. You know, it's nice to have them home." Myers admitted. "Even if it's just for the weekend. I've missed them."

"Yeah, me too." Margot replied. "Sometimes I miss the time they were small. I can't believe they're 20 already. I cannot possible be old enough to have kids that age!"

"You are absolutely right." Myers laughed. "You look about 25, so it's biologically impossible that they're yours."

"Hey!" Margot protested, but with a smile. "I was present when they were born, I might remind you. And flattering will get you nowhere with me."

"Experience has taught me otherwise." Myers turned so that he could kiss Margot, to roll on top of her, and feel her slender figure under him, the heavenly softness of her bosom on the bare skin of his chest. "Flattering will get me anywhere with you. And I'm ready to give you what you wished for - a dozen rounds of mind blowing sex. It's not like we have anywhere to go right now."

"A dozen?" Margot grinned like a vixen. "Is that a promise?"

"Am I a man or a mouse?"

"Mice are sex maniacs, you know."

"Well, then I'm a mouse. But so are you."

"You talk too much. Did I ever tell you that?"

"Never." he replied, but his lips were already on hers, and he felt how her body bent under his touch, her lips opened for him, and he fell into her mind.

21 years of marriage, and he wanted at least 50 more.

And he wanted to make love to her, every day, every night until the death would part them, when they'd both be 100 years old. He wouldn't let her go before that, if there was anything he could do about it.

But as always, there was little he could do.

Maybe it was for the best, that he didn't know he would never hold her in his arms again.