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"Is that what it looks like?" she asked.

"What did you expect?"

"I've never seen one up close; I guess I've never given it much thought. It looks…um…odd." She tried not to offend him.

"Would you prefer polka dots? Stripes? Bold checks?"

"How could something that looks like that feel so…good?" she crooned.

"That could be said for many things!"

She initiated and kissed his chest, down to his navel, sliding her hand along his side and resting it on his hip. She

began to handle him gently, then a little too aggressively. All at once, he yelped! Startled, she jumped back eyes

wide.

"Good God, woman! What're you doing?" He sat up, grimacing, shrieking, his voice almost cracking.

"I was pulling it back."

"Not that far! And not like that- gently!" he cried; he fumbled at himself, wincing, eyes watering, "Oh, God! Ow…

ow..ow."

Her shoulders slumped and she pouted, "I'm sorry, Stephen, I didn't mean to hurt you; I didn't know." She was

on the verge of tears.

"I didn't mean to yell; you didn't know," he exhaled loudly, cheeks puffed out, "You didn't do any irreparable

damage. I just panicked a little. Come here."

He pulled her to him and held her in his arms, gently kissing her. He manipulated himself, "See? This is how far

back it goes…"

"It's just peeping out a bit!" she exclaimed.

"Yes. It just peeps out a bit," exhaling, he tried to chuckle.

"During…you know…doesn't it slide back over?" she asked bashfully.

"Sometimes, but that adds to the sensation," he smiled and raised his eyebrows.

"Oh!" she cooed.

He recovered and lay back, "Where did you get the idea to…take charge?"

"One reads magazines," she informed him matter-of-factly.

"We shall have to buy a subscription to said magazine! Carry on."

"Oh! It's shrunk down..."

"Well, after that incident, it's no wonder. You may have to give it a little kiss…like Sleeping Beauty!"

"I was thinking more along the lines of the Little Frog Prince!" she tee-hee'd, grinning.

"Hey! Watch it with the word 'little'. He's very sensitive!" he warned in his Royal Signals voice.

She returned her attention to his chest. She took one of his nipples in her mouth and rolled the other between

her thumb and forefinger. He raised his head to watch her. He let out a long, deep guttural moan. She continued.

He breathed hard; toes curled, and put his hands on her shoulders. She moved to the other nipple and flicked it

with her tongue; he writhed in ecstasy, moaning louder, trembling slightly. He threw his head back and she

quickly moved to his neck, kissing him passionately. He slapped his hands down on the bed, his fingers curling

around the bed linen, digging his heels in. He grabbed her around the shoulders, wrestled her onto her back,

and mounted her.

Self-satisfied she looked up at him and smiled. His eyes were blazing, his nostrils flared; his jaw was squared,

his breathing came in deep puffs.

"OOoohh," she trilled, "I didn't know it was going to have that effect on you!." She enjoyed his loss of control,

"You're like one big erroneous zone!"

"Erogenous zone!" he exhaled, correcting her.

"Have you always been like this?"

"I didn't know I was! No one has ever done those things to me before," he humbly admitted.

"It's nice to know there are some things that haven't been discovered yet!"

"More tricks from your magazine?"

She nodded, "Now, if you don't mind, I was in control here! I don't appreciate being flung flat on me back when I

was in the middle of something!"

"What were you planning?"

"I've got a tin of Altoids," she tantalized, gently licking her lips.

Tea For Two, Minus One

Stephen stumbled in the front door, almost 7.

"Is that my sexy husband coming home?" Betty playfully called from the kitchen.

"It's me; I don't know about the sexy part! Where's my beautiful wife? Usually she's here by the door when I come in," he flirted.

Betty entered the lounge and hugged him round the waist, resting her hands on his buttocks, "I like your bum. It's nice and firm!" and she gave him a little

squeeze, "How was your day?"

"Busy. I don't remember a Wednesday ever being this busy. The lorry we were supposed to have on Monday was delayed; it came today, so we had

Monday's delivery and today's as well. It all had to be sorted and put on pallets for each department," He kissed her softly, "Ooh, I am tired. I'm going

to have a sit-down on the couch," he yawned.

"Would you like a cuppa? I made a fresh pot."

"Mmm, yes," he nuzzled her neck; she giggled and hugged him, "How was your day?" he asked.

"Alright. So far I've made about 25 pounds in commission this week."

"Well done!" he exclaimed, "That's why I married you! So you could support me."

"You set here and I'll bring your tea to you," she turned her face to his and he gently kissed her. He removed his shoes, placed them in the shoe cabinet,

took out his house shoes and slipped them on. He held her hand as he walked to the couch and sat down.

Betty returned within a few minutes with two cups of tea on saucers and a few biscuits. He sat there motionless, head slumped, chin resting on his chest,

eyes closed, and soughing. She set the cups down on the coffee table and watched him. He was so peaceful. She leaned over and kissed the top of his

head. He stirred a little, his eyes fluttered and he smiled slightly in his sleep. He opened his eyes, struggling to keep them open and focused on her.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart," he mumbled, "I'm really tired."

She sat down next to him and snuggled him, "Do you want anything to eat?"

"No, I'd like to go up to bed now, please."

She stood up and offered her hand to him to help him pull himself up. She climbed the stairs with him and they

entered the bedroom. He sat down heavily on the bed.

"You need help?" she asked him.

"I think I can manage." He kicked off his slippers and began unbuttoning his braces. He couldn't maneuver his

trousers while sitting down. She knelt in front of him and unzipped them.

"Lift up a little so I can slide these off." He obliged and she pulled his trousers down and took them off him. She lightly ran her hands up the sides of

his thighs and kissed them. He smiled at her. She stood up, folded his trousers over her arm, and draped them on the back of the chair of her vanity.

"I thought I was going to get lucky!" he sighed.

"All right, You!" She unbuttoned his jacket, "Slip your arms out of this."

She hung his jacket on a hanger in the clothes cupboard. He clumsily removed his waistcoat, unbuttoned his

shirt, and handed them to her. She sniffed the shirt and dropped it in the laundry basket, "Mmm, you always

smell so nice," she said lovingly.

Going over to the chest of drawers, she retrieved a vest and handed it to him, "Do you want pyjamas?"

"No. I'll be alright in this." He reached his arms out to her and she stepped into his embrace. He rested his cheek

on her belly. He sleepily kissed her and leaned back, pulling her with him. Losing her balance, she fell on top of

him, straddling him.

"OK, Loverboy! Don't be startin' anything you can't finish!" she teased.

"If I start it, will you finish?" he laughed groggily, punch-drunk.

"Some other time! Come on; let's get you to bed. In you go."

"You come to bed with me. Come on, just a quickie. Ten minutes at the most. I just want you. Come on," he purred, looking at her from below his brows.

"I thought you were tired!" she laughed.

"He's not!"

"Was this just a plot to get me into bed?" she scolded.

"I am tired, but something has come up!" he started giggling.

"You're a mess! Good night, Stephen!" she chuckled and snapped off the lamp.

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Stephen boarded the bus in front of Woodward & Lothrop. It had been a long day and upon settling into his seat, he leaned against the window and shut

his eyes. The bus hummed along, its engine droning. Within a few minutes, he was fast asleep.

A few stops later, Betty climbed on in front of Grace Brothers. She dropped her fare in the till and looked for Stephen.

"He's back there," Charlie motioned, smiling.

"Thank you," she said as she made her way toward Stephen's seat.

She slid in next to him, handbag on her lap, as the bus lurched forward and rolled on; he slumped slightly in his seat. She leaned over and pecked him on the

cheek. Startled, he flinched, his breath hitched, eyes popping awake.

"Huh?" he snapped his head round to look at Betty, "Well, hello, hello! Late night?"

"You know, one of his stupid meetings. How was your day?"

"Tiring. I don't think I sat down for five minutes. I think I even ate lunch standing up! How was your day, Dear?" he muttered.

"It was good, aside from the boring meeting about absolutely nothing. It's good to ride home on the bus with you, though, so that makes it worthwhile!"

He pursed his lips and she leaned in to give him a proper kiss. He slipped his arm around her shoulder as she settled in against him, holding his hand.

"It's like being in school!" she whispered.

"MMmm-hmm," he murmured as he smiled and relaxed.

"What do you fancy for dinner? We could pick something up on the way home."

He did not answer.

"Stephen?" she called quietly.

She felt his body go limp as he drifted off. She smiled and laughed to herself, patted his chest, and laid her head against him.