Writer's note: This story has taken on a life of it's own... There's more to come but I was bored this morning so I decided to post this chapter of PURE adulterated fluff.

Chapter 4

Della pushed her plate away and sighed in contentment. "Mmmmm, THAT was the most delicious dinner I've eaten in" she paused, trying to remember, "maybe ever. And I certainly can't remember the last time we were able to do this. Thank goodness for a slow week," she grinned playfully knowing it had been anything but slow and Perry had purposefully planned this evening for her.

Perry laughed. "It has been a long time since I've gotten to exercise my culinary skills for you, hasn't it? Way too long in fact," he said softly, reaching out and caressing her fingers gently. "I'm happy you enjoyed it, but I do hope you saved room for dessert."

"Mmmm," she grinned wickedly, "there's ALWAYS room for dessert, Counselor."

A short few minutes later, Perry lay writhing beneath Della Street as she teased him mercilessly and pushed him to the brink of sheer insanity. This hadn't been his original plan for dessert, but thank God he was great at improvising. He had little control over the way his hips lifted from the bed; his hands clutched the sheets, or the way his mind begged for mercy while his body begged for more. "Del….la," he exhaled, partly out of desperation, partly in pleasure and completely in surrender.

Della, for her part, smiled wickedly to herself and continued to tease him without the least bit of guilt from his whining and begging. She wanted nothing more than to give him total and complete satisfaction. She slid her hand over the luxurious fur covering her body to remember the night he presented it to her and let it spur on her own actions tonight. She relished the control he allowed her to have over him. She suspected, without asking, that she was the only woman who ever held him in such sway. She was the protector of his heart, his mind, his body and his soul and he of hers. He was the yen to her yang; the Alpha to her Omega and she the same for him; the two parts of one heart and one whole sharing the most intimate acts of love.

When at last his mind came unhinged, along with any semblance of control over his body, he sang out her name in the finest baritone she'd ever heard. He did have the soul of a romantic, after all, and all of him was hers alone. With a playfully smug smile she moved to lie next to him, propped on her elbow and watched as the pleasure she had given him continued to course through every fiber of his being. This was the Perry Mason that no one else had ever seen of that Della Street was certain…including the two most conniving, manipulative women who had previously tried to lay claim to him. At last his breathing began to slow and she trailed a perfectly manicured nail lightly over his chest.

"You…you're …trying to…kill me, aren't you," he whispered through a radiant smile and still closed eyes?

She leaned closer and let out a sultry laugh in his ear as she kissed it. "Mmmmm…not a chance counselor," she whispered. "I KNOW what you can handle. Besides mister, turnabout is fair play. Remember the LAST TIME I wore the mink coat…the night you gave it to me.

Indeed he did remember. SHE was the one that was putty in HIS hands that night. Now, the tables were indeed turned.

He shivered and laughed at her, bringing his hand up to rest on hers. "Well, when I do die…many, many years from now," he said, his grin growing by the moment, "THIS is how I want to go…sinning away with you." He opened his eyes then and turned toward her, kissing her full on the lips. Collapsing his head back to the pillow and closing his eyes he groaned, "Mmmm…Is tomorrow really Monday already? I don't want it to be Monday. Can we just hide away here forever?"

"Afraid it is Monday, Chief and no we can't hide away," she grinned, reaching over to turn off the lamp that had been ignored when she had chased him into the bedroom after dinner with a sinfully delicious look of desire in her eyes. "And since we don't have a new case yet, that means it's mail day."

"Ugh. Way to ruin a mood Miss Street," he answered, but he was still grinning.

Before she could utter a reply, he had rolled over and kissed her. "however, it's NOT Monday yet, and I think it's high time this sinner got you out of the remainder of your scant coverings and this magical coat so that my Monday morning trip to the confessional is completely worthwhile," he chuckled, proceeding to deliver on his promise.