Disclaimer: All players and portrayers © themselves. Based on the movie © Disney. Lyrics © Sugarland.

I don't want to go to work today or even put my make-up on
I've got better things to do than my to do list anyway
Hide under the covers and waste away the day
Let's just lay here and be lazy, baby, drive me crazy

"It's the eyes. It's always the eyes," he stated, responding to her question. She laughed.

"For you maybe. I'm just fantastic in bed," she replied, adding his laugh to hers as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"That so?" He murmured into her hair. She nodded, turning her head to get a glance at his smiling face. She returned it with a smile of her own, looking down again with a nod, running her hands over his bare chest.

"Yes," she started, "I can sleep for days on end." She grinned, closing her eyes as she leaned against him, she could feel his laugh rumbling underneath her.

"Yeah, you're pretty amazing at sleeping through some great moments," he murmured down at her. She could hear his grin. She rolled up to where she was balancing herself above him.

"That was one time," she lifted her right hand to point a finger at him. "And it wasn't important, anyway, because I heard all about it later. If I had been there, I wouldn't have slept through it, by the way."

"I'm kidding," he laughed, sitting up and taking her with him. He took her hand, placing kisses to the tips of her fingertips. She shook her head, biting her lip.

"You're just too much," she pushed him back on down to their previous position, keeping herself propped up. "You know what I think girls find the most attractive about you?"

"What's that?" He asked, watching the smirk draw at her lips.

"I think it's your goalie skills that won you that sexy gold metal," she leaned down to meet his lips. He responded to her kiss with a certain amount of obvious hunger.

"It's always the hardware with you, isn't it?" She gave him a smack to the shoulder. He laughed, pulling her down to his lips again. She let herself relax back into his side, no longer bothering to prop herself up. She laid her head down on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart and reveling in the feeling of his arm wrapped securely around her shoulders and his fingers drawing shapes on her bare arms and shoulders. She sighed, closing her eyes.

"Unfortunately, that lovely piece of hardware is not going to keep us on our feet all by its lonesome," she murmured. She opened one eye to give the clock a glance and let out a grown as she noticed the time, closing her eyes again. "And I've got to get to work." She planted kisses along his jaw and down his neck and collar bone.

"You don't have to," he replied, letting the index finger of his free hand coax her chin to look up at him. "There are more important things than going to work, you know."

"Sometimes," she answered. "But I need to go, or there's no way we're going to be able to afford a real wedding."

"You can take one day off," he fought back, grabbing her wrist as she made to get up. She sat back down, looking at him. "Or do you not like spending time with your sexy goalie?" She laughed.

"I didn't call you sexy, I called your metal sexy," she let herself fall back into his open arms.

"But you meant to say that I was sexy," he twisted her around to where she was laying on top of him. She lifted her head to let her eyes meet his. "C'mon, you've got your whole life to work yourself to death."

"But I've only got now to spend time with you, hm, is that where you're going with this?" She lifted her eyebrow, but locked the fingers of one of her hands with his.

"Actually I was headed in the direction of 'you're only young once,' and that sort of stuff," he grinned. "But honestly, don't tell me you could argue with these eyes?" She shook her head, kissing his lips once again.

"Fine. Maybe your eyes are attractive," she relented. He laughed, blanketing her lips with his, and then hugging her to him, preparing himself to waste the day away.

This is short, I know. And it's a back to back Jimmy Craig chapter. But I can't help it, because I love Detective Don Flack, Jr. ;) I realize I haven't updated in forever, but, you know how it is. I said it once, though, and I'll say it again, I never intended to abandon this story. Because it's the best one I've had (not that I know why, some of my writing was pretty terrible). And, uh, the line about bed is from an icon on livejournal and some of the conversation about his eyes probably belongs to CSI: New York. I don't remember exactly what he said in that episode..

I hope you like him anyway. :)

-Piper