"Oh, goodness," Selina said as she stumbled into her and Elijah's bedroom after returning from another day of picking up King. "What a day." She kicked off her shoes and took a breath. "Thank goodness. Those were really pinching my toes!"

"I told you to go one size bigger," Elijah said dryly from the bed where he was reading a book.

"And I told you that they didn't have the shoes I wanted in a bigger size," Selina replied. "I spent years in a corset, okay? I'm willing to suffer to be pretty."

Elijah smiled and came to take her in his arms. "You know you don't have to suffer," he said. "You're beautiful without suffering too."

Selina hugged him. "Well, thank you," she replied. She started to undress and Elijah said, "Don't throw all your clothes into the closet. I was thinking that maybe we could play a round of Miss Stinson?"

"You think?" Selina asked.

"Unless you're too tired," Elijah said. "Then we don't have to."

"Oh, don't worry," Selina replied, removing her shirt and bra so he could get a good view of her breasts. "I'm not tired at all."

"Good," Elijah replied, pulling her into his lap. "That's just want I wanted to hear." He gave her a kiss and when he pulled away, she said, "Are we actually gonna play, or are we just going straight to business?"

"I don't know," Elijah replied, kissing her neck. "What would you like to do?"

"I kind of want to do the entire thing, if it's all right with you," Selina replied. She got up off Elijah's lap and he gave her a spank as she headed toward the closet to get in character.

"Are you ready?" Elijah called after a few minutes.

"I think the question is, 'Are you ready?'" Selina called back. Then, she opened the closet door and sashayed into the bedroom, looking Elijah over. He was just clad in his boxer shorts and was smirking.

"I feel a little overdressed," she said, her voice breathy. "You didn't tell me it was casual Friday, Mr. Richmond."

"I thought it should be a surprise," Elijah replied laughing a little, his lips going right up next to her ear. "I wanted to undress you myself, Miss Stinson."

"Oh, really?" Selina asked, unbuttoning some of the buttons on her blouse so he could see underneath. "Go ahead. I'll hold your calls!"

That's when he took her in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist as she kissed him and he ran his fingers through her hair. Then, he pushed himself forward so that she was lying down on the mattress and looking up into his eyes as he leisurely undressed her. When she was completely naked before him, he ran his fingertips over her torso and licked her nipples with his tongue. The latter made her squirm and nearly buck forward as her breathing quickened. "See anything you like?" She panted.

"Oh, yes," Elijah replied with a grin that made heat shot through her body. She whimpered as he gave her a rub and then leaned down to enter her with his tongue.

"Oh, sir!" Selina cried. "Oh, sir!" She gripped the mattress tight and let out a shriek as she climaxed, and then when it was all over, she looked at Elijah. "Well, that was fun," she said. "I think I needed that."

"Are you saying you're tired out?" Elijah asked. "I haven't even taken my pants off yet!"

Selina smirked. "Will you be able to, or do you need some help?"

"A little help wouldn't hurt," Elijah replied as Selina helped him out of his boxers and straddled him. "I love you, you know," she said.

Elijah reached up and touched her face. "I love hearing that," he said. "Cause I love you too. And not just because of your skills. Though you are very skilled."

Selina giggled. "Of course I am," she replied. "Think of all my experience!"

"Exactly," Elijah replied. "What you and I have done alone is remarkable, never mind anyone else."

Hearing this, Selina leaned down and kissed him lightly. "You're the only one who matters to me anymore, you know that?"

"Yes, I know that," Elijah replied and kissed her hand, then let out a noise as she moved a little to allow him entrance inside her. He let out a noise as Selina ruffled his hair and held his hand, letting out a yell when he nearly pushed her off himself.

"Better?" She asked when it was all over.

"Much." Elijah replied. Then he looked at the clock. It was just after six. "Should we keep going, or what?"

"We can later," Selina replied. "But I need to go prepare dinner. Unless you just want to have blood tonight."

"I could do with a little something," Elijah replied. "It's just going to be us and Ethan tonight, right?"

"Exactly," Selina replied. "No other guests.

"All right," Elijah replied as he and Selina both dressed. "If you need any help, just let me know. Otherwise I'll be in my office."

"All right," Selina promised as she headed out the door. "I'll remember that."

"Hey," Elizabeth told Charlie a few days later. "My parents are gone for the weekend doing all this stuff to fund raise for Dad's shelter projects. Wanna come over?"

"And do what?" Charlie asked sarcastically. "Play Pictionary?"

"Can you draw?" Elizabeth asked, feeling intrigued. "You know, I've never been anyone's nude model before."

"Well, it sounds to me like you want me to come over and have sex with you because your parents aren't home," Charlie replied. "Am I right?"

"Please tell me you didn't shout that at a level where your parents could hear?" Elizabeth asked.

"No, my parents are out too," Charlie assured her. "It's just me and Eli, and he obviously doesn't care."

"Damn!" Elizabeth swore. "You can't leave the kid."

"Oh, my parents will be back tomorrow," Charlie said. "I'll make up an excuse then, I promise."

"You better!" Elizabeth replied. "It's not any fun in this place by myself."

"Thank you so much for watching Eli while your dad and I were gone," Laura hugged Charlie as she and Edward came in the door. "I know you probably had things you would have rather done instead, so your father and I are very grateful."

"It's no problem," Charlie replied. "I have a thing I have to do now, so since you're here, can I head out?"

"Sure," Laura replied. "Where are you going? Is it to see Elizabeth?"

"Yes," Charlie nodded. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, of course not," Laura replied. "Just don't hurt her, all right? Be careful."

"All right, I will," Charlie replied. "I promise." He then took off while his father shouted a goodbye to him, getting in the car and driving to Elizabeth as fast as he could. She had been watching out the front window, so when he opened the door, she threw herself into his arms, knocking him to the ground.

"Hello," she smiled as she unzipped him and pulled at his shirt.

"You're not wasting any time, are you?" He asked.

"I don't see any reason to," Elizabeth replied. "Do you?"

Charlie shook his head. "I don't think so."

Elizabeth pulled off her dress and threw it next to them, clad only in her panty set as she straddled him with a wicked glint in her eye. She pushed his shirt up and kissed his naked chest while he said, "Are you sure you just want to do it here in the door way? Wouldn't the bed, or even a sofa be more comfortable?"

"I don't need to move," Elizabeth replied. "But if you do, I suppose we could." She got off him, took his hand, and led him to her bedroom, getting on her bed and unhooking her bra. "How about you come join me? I won't bite."

"Well, what a shame," Charlie replied. "Cause I literally can't. One of us should." He threw his shirt on the floor and joined her in bed, kissing down her torso before removing her panties and pushing into her. She let out a yell, and Charlie's eyes widened. "Did I hurt you?" He asked.

"No, silly," Elizabeth replied and nibbled his ear. "I'm fine."

"Okay," Charlie replied. "I was a little worried for a minute there."

Elizabeth then ran her fingers through his hair. "I know we've been through some rough times, and I know that compared to you, in some ways I can be thought of being a bit...delicate," she grimaced at the word. "But I don't want you to feel afraid to touch me or whatever. I'm not fragile, or made of glass or whatever. I can take it!"

"I know all that," Charlie replied and kissed her forehead. "But sometimes I can't help but worry about you anyway. I think I'll stay on the couch or something until your parents get back. I'm not comfortable with you being here alone at night."

"On the couch?" Elizabeth replied. "Look at how big my bed is! You don't need to be on the couch! And don't tell me you're uncomfortable about us sharing a bed after what we just did."

"Oh, all right, I'll share a bed with you," Charlie replied. "If you insist. I'll even draw you tomorrow. What do you think your parents are doing?"

"They're going to some costume party for the second day of fundraising," Elizabeth replied. "And I bet Dad's not having any fun at all."

"So, what do you think about this?" Katherine asked as she stepped out of the closet in front of Gregory that night. His jaw dropped at the purple gown she wore that made her resemble a medieval princess. She was squeezed into a very tight corset so he had a good view of her breasts. "Will this work for the costume party? Or is it too revealing? Should I picture elderly matrons staring at me in disapproval cause despite the fact that I'm way older, my figure is better than theirs?"

"No, no...you look wonderful," Gregory replied. "Really, really good!" He stared a long time and Katherine said, "You're picturing me naked now, aren't you?"

"No," Gregory replied, flushing a little. "Why would I do that?"

Katherine chuckled and kissed him deep. When she pulled away, his eyes were wide. "I think someone should get into his costume. Did you pick Tarzan like I asked?"

"Why should I wear that?" Gregory asked.

"Hey, you never know," she said. "You're hot. The sight of your abs could mean wads of cash for the shelter!"

"You're saying I should pimp myself out for money?" Gregory asked. "That's what you're saying. And you won't be jealous?"

"We all have to survive somehow," Katherine replied. "And why should I be jealous of old ladies anyway?"

Gregory took a deep breath as Katherine dug the Tarzan costume out of his suitcase and wiggled it in front of him before he snatched it away. "This is so embarrassing," he said to himself. "I'm never gonna live this down."

"Oh, you'll be fine!" Katherine replied. "You'll be making lots of people happy. Just grit your teeth and think of all the money you and your hot body will be making for the shelter. You think you can do that?"

"Yes," Gregory sighed and headed to the closet. "I think I can."

Katherine watched him dress and then threw his coat at him. "Now, we have to go," she said. "Don't want to keep all those old ladies waiting, do we?"

"And as a point of interest," Gregory asked as they made their way to the chauffeured car that would take them to the costume party benefit. "If old men take a fancy to you, you'll take one for the team, right?"

"I suppose," Katherine replied. "If I have to."

Gregory was very aware of all the donors who had come and who had the biggest bank account, so when Gregory saw that a silver-haired man with a moustache had his eye on Katherine as some music began playing, Gregory brought her over to be introduced, and then shoved her into the man's arms for a dance while he walked off and schmoozed the other people.

Much to Katherine's chagrin, there weren't as many old ladies as she thought there would be, and she felt herself get angrier and angrier as, dance after dance, these young women danced with her husband when the old coot she was dancing with wouldn't let her go!

"Hey, hey," she said when the music ended. "How about I have this next dance with my husband. Do you mind?"

The old man looked at Gregory who looked very pleased to be dancing with a pretty blond in a nude leotard and hose. "What the hell is she supposed to be?" She mumbled under her breath as the man replied, "looks to me like he's busy."

"Not for long he's not," Katherine replied. "Excuse me." She pushed the older man gently aside and strode over to Gregory and his partner. "Excuse me," she said again to the woman. "Just who the hell do you think you are?"

"I'm Candy Schiller," the woman replied. "My father owns a bank. With Gregory's talent here, I could tell Daddy to give him lots and lots of money. And I'm Eve, too. You know, from the Bible?"

"Yes, I've heard of it," Katherine replied dryly. "Now, can I have a dance with my husband, please? From the looks of things, you've had your turn already."

"Oh, but I think I'll stay right where I am," the woman replied, pulling Gregory to her and even rubbing up against him a little.

"Seriously?" Katherine asked, staring at her husband. "Is any amount of money worth being treated like this, Gregory?"

Gregory then took a deep breath and pushed the woman away gently. "I've had a lovely time," he told her quickly. "But I think it's time I sought out other partners. You understand, don't you, Candy?"

Candy's jaw dropped as Gregory let Katherine take him away and they went to dance in a far corner of the room.

"You know, I'm proud of you," she told him. "You did the right thing."

"I'm proud of you too," Gregory replied. "You could have killed her, but you didn't. Thank you for exercising self-control."

"You're not going to be mad if you don't get any of that woman's father's money, right?" Katherine asked while they danced.

Gregory sighed. "I can't say I won't be disappointed cause her father has incredibly deep pockets, but my self-respect is worth more."

"And you know who else's father has deep pockets?" Katherine reminded him. "Yours! And I'm sure your mother has funds hidden around somewhere too. Any funds you lose for standing up for yourself, I'm sure they'd be willing to cover."

Gregory groaned. "You know I don't like to ask Father for extra money," he said. "But maybe just this once, I could." He then gave Katherine a kiss, they had one more dance and then a glass of punch before Gregory had to give his speech about the shelters to all assembled. While he talked, Katherine sat next to the older man she'd danced with, giving him subtle sensual thrills by moving her hand up and down his thigh and giving his knee a squeeze. Afterward, before she and Gregory left for the night, he handed her a check for ten-thousand dollars.

"Do I have to ask what you did to get that money?" Gregory asked her, eyebrow raised. "No clothing was removed, right?"

Katherine made a face. "Gregory, he's old!" She cried. "And besides, I love you too much to do that to you. There was no kissing. There was no nakedness. I just...I might have pulled him close when we danced and felt up his leg during your speech, and if that's worth ten-thousand dollars to him, I'm okay with that!"

"Me too!" Gregory replied. "I'm not even jealous. How was my speech?"

"It was great!" Katherine replied. "Everyone was really with you! Well, except for the man I was feeling up, that is."

Gregory took her in his arms and kissed her. "What do you say to some touching when we get back to the hotel that will be a hell of a lot more enjoyable?"

Katherine grinned and reached under his costume. "I say, why wait until then?" She whispered, and kissed him before he could protest.