AN: Yep, that's how we spell yoghurt :) You guys pronounce differently as well, don't you? Like yo-gert? We say it like yog-it xD Anyway, I have a feeling we'll be like old Rose in Titanic by the time book 4 comes out - "it's been 84 years..." And yep, its that "we're completely in love with each other but we don't know what to do about it. Oh look, crazy twins. Lets deal with that and never speak of us..." phase xD

Rated M for strong sexual content

Quiet night

The Shades had left the flat a few hours earlier in the early afternoon. When the living room had dried, Rory and Stephen had pulled away the covers and thrown them in the bin. The old clothes they wore were put in the washing machine and, while the clothes were washing, they endeavoured to remove the paint from themselves. Stephen had suggested taking a shower together and Rory had very quickly agreed. Yes, it had been a serious attempt to get clean after the decorating but it soon turned into something else.

They stood in the shower and washed each other, gently wiping the paint from each other's bodies. Then Stephens brushes turned into caresses while Rory washed her hair. She turned around so she was facing away from him and sighed as he massaged her back. He pushed her hair from her back and kissed the top of her spine. She dropped her head forward and to the side so that he had access to more of her neck. He caressed her arms as he placed small hickies on her neck, urged on by the quiet moans coming from Rory. He ran his hands down her arms and laced his hands in hers, both of them smiling at the sight of their wedding rings against each other. He moved his kisses up her neck to her ear and nibbled on her earlobe. His breath was hot in her ear and her breathing became shallow. She shivered despite the hot water running over her body but she was sure that the shiver was pleasure. She raised her right arm and lifted it above her head, reaching behind her to run her hand through Stephens wet hair. His kisses continued and she let her head fall back to rest against his shoulder, and one of his hands gently stroked her throat. After a couple of minutes, she turned around again and placed her arms around his neck, their lips crashing against each other's. The kiss deepened and her hand ran down his body and took ahold of his cock. He broke the kiss to breathe in deeply and she rightly took it as a sign to continue. She ran her hand up and down the shaft, lightly touching the head with her fingertips with each upward stroke. He moaned as she stroked him, kissing him as she did. "Sweetheart," he said, his voice husky, a growl in his throat, his sentence broken by moans. "If you keep doing that...I'm not...gonna last long."

"Well," she said, her voice low and seductive. "We're in no hurry. We can stay here as long as we like. In fact, I don't intend to keep doing this. I have something else in mind..." With a smirk at Stephen, whose eyes were glazed as he looked at her, his mouth open, trying desperately to catch his breath, she slowly slid herself down his body until she was on her knees and took his cock into her mouth. He scrunched his eyes shut at the feel of her hot mouth and placed both hands on the wall of the shower to steady himself. "God...Rory..."

She moaned appreciatively as she sucked him, sending vibrations through him. He groaned and slid one hand down the wall and gently took ahold of her hair, throwing his head back, moaning loudly. It only took a few minutes for his orgasm to build. "Rory...I'm gonna...God..."

She sucked harder and he came hard and fast, screaming her name. She swallowed before pulling back and slid up his body again. She chuckled as he took deep breaths before she felt the tiled wall of the shower against her back as he slowly pushed her into it. He chuckled back, his voice low. "Oh my darling... two can play at that game."

One of his hands moved down her body, squeezing her breasts and circling her nipples with his thumb while the other stayed on her cheek as he kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth, pressing her hips against his and feeling his arousal building once more. He broke the kiss and returned his mouth to her neck, groaning against her ear as she bucked against him. His hand moved down again with one final flick of her nipple, and slowly, gently traced her scar. He smiled against her neck as he felt the scar tissue beneath his fingertips. It just made her more beautiful. Rory let her head fall back against the tiles, enjoying the feel of both the water and his hand running over her body. She ran one hand through his hair again, the other on his shoulder. She sighed as his hand ran over her scar and down between her legs. Her breaths came to her in gasps as his fingers lightly hovered over her clit, almost, but not quite, touching her.

"Stephen, please."

He chuckled against her as his fingers made contact with her pussy and she bucked herself into his touch, moaning his name. He gently stroked her and slipped a finger inside of her, adding more at the behest of his moaning wife. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, his name getting louder on her lips.

His voice was low and his breath was hot against her ear. A growl underpinned his voice. "Yeah, you like that don't you?"

Her words came from her in gasps. "Oh god, yes...Stephen...please...yes..."

He pulled away from her ear to look at her. Her eyes were closed, flickering with each pang of pleasure. Her mouth was hanging open and each gasp she gave was louder than the last. She was, in a single word, beautiful.

Her forehead fell against his and she threw her arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly and pulling him closer. When he knew she was about to come, he pulled his fingers out and gently disentangled himself from her. She groaned in frustration, her voice ragged. "Damn it Stephen."

He chuckled and sucked his fingers, moaning as he did. "Hmmmm, delicious." He smirked at her as he dropped to his knees, lifting one of her legs and placing it over his shoulder. He looked up at her with a grin before slowly running his tongue along her clit. His eyes rolled back in his head as he tasted her, slipping his tongue inside. Above him, Rory gripped the small shelf that held the soap, desperately trying to stop her legs from turning to jelly. "Stephen...yes..."

His licks became deeper and faster as she moaned and she soon came, as hard and fast as he had a few minutes previously, and just as loudly. As he stood, he licked his way up her body, peppering small, loving kisses along her scar before travelling over her breasts, up her neck and ending with a small kiss. He reached up to the shelf and revealed the condom he had hidden there earlier. Rory laughed. "You hid a condom in here?"

"Just in case we ever had sex in the shower. It's a good job I did."

She grinned as she leant closer, putting her arms around his neck. "Yes it is." She kissed him deeply, the taste of herself still on his tongue. She sighed into his mouth before gently breaking the kiss. "Hmmm, I taste good."

He chuckled and nodded. "Yes you do." He moved to her ear and whispered as he put the condom on and lifted her legs, placing them around his waist. "You taste very good." He slid himself inside of her slowly and her fingers dug into his back as she moaned. He thrust slowly at first, teasing her, before going faster and deeper as their orgasms built together. Her voice was ragged as she spoke through her pleasure. "Stephen...yes...I'm gonna come...Stephen..."

The small growl that had been in his throat before took control of his whole voice now. "Me too...Rory...God, Rory..."

With a few final screams, they fell over the edge together and held onto each other as the water ran over them. Stephens voice was a sigh. "Well...I think the paints gone." Rory laughed as she hugged him, too tired and too happy to move.

When they did finally leave the shower and get dressed, they crossed through the corridor into the dining area and down into the kitchen. The washing machine had long since stopped and she removed the paint splattered clothes they had worn. While the paint wasn't as visible, it wasn't entirely gone so they both decided that these clothes would be work clothes. She folded them up and handed them to Stephen who went to take them upstairs. She stopped him before he left.

"Stephen?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"I don't think either one of us can be bothered to cook. Or to go out. What do you think of a quiet night in with tv and takeaway?"

He smiled at her and placed the folded clothes on the dining table, walking towards her slowly. "A quiet night in with tv, takeaway and the woman I love?" He placed his arms around her middle. "Darling, I can't think of anything better."

She smiled up at him before standing on her tiptoes and planting a small kiss on his lips. "Good. I'll phone Domino's."

She walked back into the kitchen to open the drawer with takeaway menus. Stephen leant against the doorframe and watched her adoringly. "Rory?"

She looked across at him with a smile. "Yeah?"

"Have I ever told you that I love you?"

She grinned and nodded. "Yeah. You tell me all the time."

He nodded, a smile on his lips. "Good."

"Have I ever told you I love you?"

"All the time."

"Good."

She picked up the phone as Stephen turned to walk into the living room. "I'll go load a movie. Rory?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

She chuckled. "I love you too."