Context: Randomly thought this up.
Don't Call Me Babe
"Cathy, why don't you liked to be called 'babe'?"
She shrugged. "It just seems a bit derogatory."
"How is it?" He sat next to her on the couch, genuinely curious.
"That's what the rugby guys in my year used to call the girls they thought weren't up to their level." Her cheeks reddened. "I happened to be one of them."
Jamie swung his arm around her shoulders. "They were just too afraid to tell you that you really were one." He grinned. "I don't mean any harm by it."
"I know." She smiled, kissing his cheek.
"I mean, you are a babe…" His hands found their way to her waist, pulling her to him. "You're absolutely beautiful." He kissed her lips, moving down to her neck, gently running his tongue over her pulse point.
She sucked in a breath. "Jamie…honey…"
"Shhh." He pushed her back softly, moving on top of her and smiling. "Don't ask."