"Ugh." Paige groaned as the phone continued to blare it's shrill ring. She buried her face against the crook of Spinner's elbow whining, "Spin, would you please get that."

"You're kind of on my arm." he muttered, not even bothering to move. "And besides, it's your phone."

"So?"

Spinner laughed, and given that she was snuggled up against him from head to toe, Paige could feel it vibrate throughout the length of body. She smiled at the sensations coursing through her.

The phone stopped and they both sighed. "Good. Now I can go back to sleep." Paige mumbled. Spinner didn't hear her. He was too distracted by the way her words felt being said against his skin. It felt new and famaliar and intimate and right all at the same time and he couldn't explain why. He began skating his fingers up and down her spine, from the small of her back to the nape of her neck, back and forth, over and over again.

"Mmmm. That feels nice." she whispered. Scooting up slightly, she buried her face against his neck, placing a small kiss directly where his pulse was beating. She breathed deeply, inhaling that familiar scent that she always associated with him. Ivory soap, sweat, sunshine, fresh air, and something a little spicy just below the surface. It made her feel like a kid again and a million happy memories flooded back to her. Memories of days at the beach and nights in the park and snow days in his parent's rec room. The best two years of her life were wrapped up in that smell.

Spinner chuckled as she continued to sniff his neck. "That tickles."

Settling her head underneath his chin, Paige began playing with one of his hands, comparing her own fingers against the much larger ones. "Spin ..." she trailed off, unsure of what to say. After all, this wasn't suppossed to be happening.

"Yeah?" He was playing with the ends of her hair like he used to when they were alone. Paige had always loved it when he did that. He never understood why. He'd assumed that she liked that he was appreciating how much time she spent on it every day. Then she told him Terri had read in some body language article that when a guy touched your hair it meant his feelings for you were really deep.

And Paige noticed. His doing that used to make her melt. Then when she told him what it meant, he would blush when she caught him doing it and that just made her love him all the more. "I was just wondering ... "

"Yeah?" he prodded. He was now running his fingers through her hair from root to tip, masssging her scalp. She felt all the tension in her body melt away until she was afraid there would be nothing left of her but a pile of mush.

"Keep that up and I'll go back to sleep." she warned.

He increased the pressure. "Go ahead."

"Spin." She pulled back enough to look him in the eye. His expression was tender, affectionate. Known. "What now?"

"I was thinking about another nap myself." he answered. She smiled. The same honesty. Almost innocent in it's frankness and completely Spinner.

"Not that. I meant this. Where do we go from here?"

Realization dawned on him and he nodded slowly. "Oh. Where do you want it to go?"

"I don't know. I'm only in town until Sunday." She didn't want to hurt him. She'd done that enough in the past, but she had to tell him the truth. Better to know now than be suprsied later, that was her motto.

"Then we'll worry about it Sunday. Right now let's just enjoy it." he said, pulling her back to her previous position, nestled against him with his chin on top of her head.

"When did you get so wise?" she asked playfully, tracing patterns across his back with her fingertips.

"Oh you know, just here and there." came the reply. She nodded.

They lingered in that hazy little world in front of the fire for awhile longer, Spinner lulling Paige to sleep with his hands in her hair and her tickling him slightly by ghosting her nails along his back and neck in a way that made sense to no one but her. Then withouth warning, the phone began to ring again.

"Nooo." she moaned, pressing her face against his chest. "Make it stop."

It did. And his began to sound the next second.

"It's a conspircy." he joked, still amused at Paige's attempt to hide from the noise.

There was a beep as the answering machine picked up. His own voice rang out, instructing the caller to leave a message, followed by another beep.

"Spin." Marco's voice echoed through the apartment. "If you're there pick up. Dylan's having a meltdown and he can't get a hold of Paige. I know you two had plans today, so if you see her tell her to call him." One more beep and then there was silence.

"You know," Paige's voice cut through the awkwardness, "I love my brother, but he has the worst timing of anyone on the face of the planet." She rolled away from Spinner, grabbing the large shirt he had given her ealier, and yanked it over her head.

"What are you doing?" he asked, sitting up.

"I'm gonna call Dylan and see what the drama is." She said, dialing the numbers on Spinner's phone with astounding speed. He answered almost immeadiately, in the midst of a full fledged panic attack. Spinner could hear him from the other side of the room. "Dylan, just calm down." Paige said. It obvously didn't happen, for she held the phone out from her ear for several seconds, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Dylan," she said calmly, bringing th phone back when the yelling had calmed a bit, "it's going to be fine. I'll take care of it." She paused while he spoke. "I don't know yet, but I'll call you back when I do." Her eyes landed back on Spinner and she grinned brightly.

"What's wrong, and what's that look?" he asked suspiciously. He knew that smile and it was never good.

"The banquet hall where the party was suppossed to be just got flooded. So now we have a hundred relatives flying in and no venue."

"That explains Dylan's tantrum, but I don't get the smirk."

"Well," she said, sidling back over to him slowly, deliberately, "I was just sort of hoping that maybe," she settled herself on his lap, delighting in the minute widdening of his eyes at her actions, "this certain restauranteur friend of mine could help me out."

Now it all made sense. Shrugging, a half-smile quirking the corners of his mouth upwards he replied "That could possibly be arranged. For the right incentive."

Winding her arms around his neck, fingers disappearing up into his hair, Paige leaned in closer until her lips were a breath away from his, letting her breath mingle with his. "What kind of incentive?"

She delighted in the audible gulp that eminated from him. "You're the big ad exec," he drawled, "be creative."

"I'll show you creative." she murmured, and kissed him soundly, giggling as he pulled her back down to the floor.