Rifiuto: Non Miriena

"Hey Zane, I found her... Yeah, look, she's... she's acting like a teenager... could you... look up any sort of disorder or... okay. Well, let me know. We'll be down there soon. Thanks."

He hung up just as the bathroom door opened and Jo slipped out in a black silk bathrobe. Her hair hung down her back in damp waves, and she went to him, crashing her lips against his. He tried to speak, but decided against it as they moved back to the bed and tumbled atop the covers. He looked up at her as she sat up, excitement in her eyes.

"I've never done this with my husband before." She said, giggling. Her hands moved down and undid the tie; the soft silk of the robe pooled around her body, and she tossed it to the floor with the other discarded items of clothing. He sighed, reaching up to cradle her hip. Her hands worked frantically on his shirt as her lips crashed down on his. He couldn't control the rational side of himself anymore. Laying in bed with his gorgeous wife nude in his arms was too much to bear. He gave in to his desire and sat up, allowing her to take control as the rest of his clothes fell away.

"I love you, Jojo." He whispered against the shell of her ear. She wrapped her arms tight around his shoulders as she lay back against the pillows.

"I love you too." She replied, looking into his eyes.

They lay in each others' arms, basking in the afterglow of the last two and a half hours. He ran circles on her back, thinking back on what they'd done. She was acting like a high schooler who'd been given alcohol for the first time. But in those last two hours, he'd seen glimpses of his wife, and he wanted her back. He was pulled away from his thoughts by the sound of his phone ringing. As he reached over to grab it, Jo snatched it up.

"Hello?" She asked, putting the phone to her ear and laying back against her husband's chest. "Oh, hi... Yes, he's here... I know because I'm in his arms, and we just had wild sex... and it was amazing..." She giggled, burying her face into his chest. When her head snapped up, he watched her dark curls fly back from his face. "What? Oh... okay..." she held the phone out to him. "He wants to talk to you."

She climbed out of bed, removing herself from his arms as he took the phone. "Hello? Hey Zane... Yeah, I found her... Yeah, she was at hom... what? You... you think it was a flower... but... oh... okay, we'll be right down. Thanks. Bye." He hung up the phone, setting it on the nightstand and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Let's do something fun." He looked up to see his wife in a lace bra and panties set.

"Like what?" He asked. "Like what we did before? Because that's not going to happen. I have to take you down to GD. Zane thinks he's found out what's causing you to act this way. So finish getting dressed, and we'll head to GD and get you back to normal." She glared at him, but reluctantly got dressed, pulling on a pair of worn old jeans and a tank. Once she'd pulled on her shoes, he took her arm and led her downstairs.

"I don't want to go to GD!" She cried, pulling away from him once they'd reached the living room. "I want to have fun!" She crossed her arms over her chest, thinking. Suddenly, her face lit up. "Let's go dancing! Or drinking! Let's do that!" She cried, wrapping her arms around his neck. He removed her arms and held her back at arm's length, looking into her eyes.

"Jojo, you're acting weird. We need to take you down to GD and get everything straightened out, and then we can come home and have all the sex you want. Okay?"

She reached out for him, but he forced her back again. "You know what sounds really good right now? One of those caramel cappuccinos with the whipped cream and the cinnamon sprinkles. I can make a run... and then we can go upstairs and... share them." She whispered into his ear. He once again pushed her away.

"As wonderful as that sounds, we need to fix this. And fix it now. Come on." And he dragged her to the door, despite her digging her heels in.

"You are no fun!" She cried as he took ahold of her wrist and dragged her to the car. He groaned as he unlocked the car.

"Not this again." He muttered, taking her around to the passenger side and opening the door. "You know what would be fun?" He asked

Her eyes lit up and she cried,

"Ice skating!"

"No! No ice skating! Getting you back to normal."

"How is that fun?" She demanded.

"Get in the car." She planted her feet and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him. He sighed. "Oh my god, I'm arguing with our daughter." He muttered. "Get in the car! Now!"

"No!" She snapped, turning to go. He grabbed her arm and shoved her police style into the car, shutting the door behind her as she argued and struggled against him. "You don't let me have any fun!" She said as he got in beside her and started towards GD.

"The sex was fun, wasn't it?" She thought a moment.

"Yeah, it was." She giggled. "Can we do it again?" She asked, turning to look at him.