A/N: AHEM – You know that MMMMM rating I have this marked under? Well here is where I finally earn my stripes….Sort of, almost, maybe, but still: NSFW

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Wyatt's fingertips brushed from the swell of her bottom to her shoulder blades. Her bare skin tightened, forming goosebumps. She looked over her shoulder at him from where she was lying on her stomach, reading in bed. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked at her from his place further down the bed.

They were sprawled out on her huge king size bed, DG lying lengthwise, facing the headboard, and Wyatt lying diagonally so that his feet dangled off the bed and his head was pillowed on his arms near her waist.

His offending fingers walked their way back down the curve of her back to the top of the sheet resting scandalously low on her back. They began to drag the material lower but DG rocked her hips from side to side, wiggling farther under the sheet.

"I'm almost done with this chapter."

Wyatt's smile faded and he frowned at her bare torso stretched out before him just begging for attention. His eyes inevitably trailed back down to where the sheet cut into what he would deem the most tantalizing view he'd ever encountered. He looked sideways at the back of her head at how her face was obscured from his view by her messy dark tresses.

Well if she didn't want to come out from underneath the sheets…

His smile was back as he reached behind him for the part of the sheet covering his lower half. DG continued reading until he suddenly whipped it over his head and pulled himself closer to her with his elbows.

"What-"

She barely got the syllable out before his hands were running over her backside, squeezing, massaging, and pulling. She let out a breathless moan and Wyatt could tell she was about to protest again. He nipped at her closest cheek with his teeth before sliding one hand underneath her. He shifted until he was on his knees and then he gripped her far hip and pulled her towards him, pushing on her closest one at the same time so she flipped over.

She gasped and made a noise of protest, snatching at the sheet so she could presumably cover her chest.

"Wyatt!"

Her annoyance was half-hearted. He grinned.

"Go ahead and keep reading if you want…" he lifted one of her legs and draped it over his back. He blew a puff of air at her center, making her flinch. "If you can concentrate that is…"

She moaned and felt her hands thump down on either side of her on the bed. The book, he heard in triumph, was sent tumbling onto the floor. He was eager to reward her.

Many torturous and fulfilling minutes later Wyatt was crawling up her body, placing kisses on her torso along the way. He lifted the sheet so he could see out from underneath of it and see her exasperated and sated smile.

"Hmmm," he considered her with the slightest of smugness. "How was your book?"

She rolled her eyes at him, and tugged the sheet back over his face.

"You're ego knows no bounds."

He pulled the sheet back, smiling.

"It does get in the way sometimes, doesn't it?" he asked leaning forward to kiss her. She hummed into the kiss, placing her hands on either side of his face.

"DG?" A voice from outside of her bedroom broke through the moment. DG jerked back from his lips, eyes going wide.

Sweet Papay!

There was absolutely no time to do anything about their situation before the owner of the voice was turning the handle on the door and knocking gently.

"Your Mother and I were wondering if you were ever going to get out of bed to-"

Ahamo must have been brought up short by the sight of his daughter's bare shoulders and the lump of what was clearly a man lying on top of her beneath the sheets.

The following three seconds of silence were the longest of Wyatt's life as Ahamo must have only been able to blink at DG.

"…day," Ahamo finally managed to finish his original thought, albeit a bit less cheery than before.

To say that DG's face was embarrassed and panicked was an understatement. Wyatt watched her face turn four shades of red as she tried to figure out a way to extract them from this terribly terribly awkward situation.

"Yeah, we'll be right down. I'll be right down," she quickly amended but not before Wyatt's eyes widened and he pinched her side. "I…I mean…" she looked at him, lifting a shoulder with a 'help me' look. He shook his head with a bewildered, 'your guess is as good as mine' look. She looked to Ahamo again. "Could you give us a minute?" Wyatt dropped his head to her chest and gave a sigh of defeat, fighting the urge to groan and give himself away.

After another few tense seconds Wyatt heard the door close and DG let out a huge sigh of relief. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and started shaking with laughter. As he tried to roll off of her, she clung to him, taking her with him. She lay sprawled over him, her hair fanning over his shoulder as she shook with laughter, face pressed to his chest.

"I'm glad my life passing before my eyes amuses you, Darlin'," he said dryly making her giggles reach a more vocal level. He brought a hand up to rest on the back of her neck, the other resting just above her knee where it was bent to wrap around him and peaking out from under the sheet now twisted and tangled around their middles.

"My father just caught us in bed together…" she gasped between chuckles.

"Yes thank you. I hadn't noticed."

Another fit of helpless laughter erupted from her and she raised her head to look at him. Her hair was flipped the wrong way and her eyes were glittering with relief and mirth, face flushed with embarrassment.

She was beautiful. He let out a sigh and brushed her hair back.

"So much for Saturday."

Her smile brightened.

"I know, right?" She laced her fingers together, palms down on his chest, resting her chin on top. "No grand announcement at the end of the Ball."

His finger brushed against the chain around her neck. Her eyes strayed to his forearm. He tugged at the chain and she lifted her head so that he might pull it into view.

A beautiful silver ring, holding a sparkling diamond, winked at him.

"Hmmm…so how should we go about announcing it?"

Her grin made him regret the question almost immediately.

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A/N: Yes yes…*peaks out from under a rock* School blah blah adult life blah *retreats under rock* I miss you guys. But apparently not enough to write full on smut (for this story…)