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Major woke to the sun streaming in through the windows and the crushing weight of another day ahead. He lay there for a moment, eyes closed, wishing to hold on to the dream he'd been having just a little longer. But then a very real body shifted next to him, a very real mouth kissed his chest, and a very real, very loved voice said, "Well, look who's awake."

He opened his eyes. "The Stay-Puft marshmallow man?"

Liv ran her fingertips lightly over his chest. "No marshmallows here. Try again."

It was hard to think of any properly entertaining quips while she was stroking and kissing him. Major had trained for this moment once upon a time, but it had been a while. "Mr. Clean."

"Really? That's too bad. I was hoping for something a little more … dirty." She licked the line of his ribs and Major drew in his breath sharply.

"Liv!"

"No, I'm pretty sure that's me." She straddled his thighs, looking down at each other. "Looks like me. Don't you think?" She grinned down at him.

Major was looking. Oh, yes. Being a zombie had paled her skin, but it was still smooth and soft, and if anything, she was more muscular than he remembered. He reached out, cupping her breasts. "There is evidence to suggest it's you, but I think we need to do a few more tests." He sat up, taking a nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it. Liv sighed, letting her head fall back, her hands tangling in his hair as he moved his mouth to the other breast.

"Major."

"God, I missed you," he whispered, kissing his way up her chest to her collarbone and her neck and finding her mouth at last. Reflexively, he worried about morning breath, but he didn't care, and from the abandon in her kiss, it was clear she didn't, either.

Both of them had kept their underwear on last night, avoiding any potential exchanges of bodily fluids beyond saliva, and now the layers of cloth added to the friction as Liv's hips rocked back and forth and she rubbed against him. He put his hands on her thighs, pulling her down more firmly against him.

But Liv pulled away. "Too close!"

Major wanted to protest, but he also didn't want to become a zombie. Instead, he rolled over, leaning on one elbow while his free hand slid between her legs, stroking her through the fabric of her panties. "Better?" He kissed her just under the ear.

"Better, yes," Liv gasped. She reached for him, thought better of it, and dug her fingers into the sheets below her instead, twisting and writhing and pressing against his fingers as he kissed and stroked her, keeping the barrier of the fabric between his fingers and her bare skin. He wanted to touch her, wanted to bury himself inside her and truly be one with her, but she wasn't ready to take any chances, and he was happy enough to have her back in his life, his bed, and his arms that he wasn't complaining just yet.

At last, Liv cried out, gripping the sheets more tightly as her body tensed and shook with her pleasure.

She opened her eyes, smiling up at him. "I can't think of a better way to wake up."

"Me, neither."

"My turn," she whispered, turning to her side so she could reach down between them. Since she didn't have to worry about catching anything from him, she could touch him properly, and Major moaned and held her more tightly as she demonstrated again that she hadn't forgotten anything he liked. Between her touch and the sheer intoxication of being with her, it didn't take him long to get there, and then he held her there beneath him, feeling his heart pounding in the best possible way.

Liv leaned back into the pillows, her cool, slender fingers stroking his hair and his cheek and his neck and his chest, her eyes hazy and happy just like he remembered from before, and things might have gone to a second round if Major's stomach hadn't loudly reminded him that last night's pizza had been a long time ago.

"You appear to be hiding a velociraptor in the closet."

"Man, and I was saving him for a special occasion." Major kissed her shoulder, and her cheek, and her nose, then bounced out of bed. "What can I say, I worked up an appetite. You want anything?"

"I'll come down in a minute."

He turned to look at her while he pulled on a pair of pants. "You know Ravi and Peyton will be down there, right? You ready to go public with this?"

"You kidding? I have all this lost bragging time to make up for."

"Well, if you must. I am quite the catch." He hadn't been, not for a long time, but this morning he felt like maybe he could be again. Major grabbed a T-shirt and gave Liv a last grin, just in case this all really did turn out to be a dream, before leaving the room.

A delectable smell was coming from the kitchen. "Eggs!" He helped himself, straight off the spatula, making appreciative noises. Both Ravi and Peyton were fair cooks, but it wouldn't have mattered this morning. Burnt, runny, Easter … any kind of eggs would have tasted good. Grabbing the remote, he turned on the music, bopping to the beat. Then he grabbed an apple, rolling it down his arm and tossing it up in the air before he slid into the seat opposite Peyton and Ravi and looked down at the crispy bacon with lustful eyes. "What's shakin', bacon?"

"Body-snatchers?" Peyton asked, frowning at him.

Major grinned as footsteps were heard in the hallway upstairs, heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come.

Ravi eyed him suspiciously. "If that's Rihanna coming downstairs, it would explain so much."

It was hard to argue with that one, although Major doubted if he could possibly have been as happy to see Rihanna as he was to see Liv walk into the kitchen wearing only his shirt. "Hey, everyone!"

He got up, going to her and kissing her. He hadn't even had a chance at the bacon or the coffee yet, but Liv tasted better than both.

"Wait, wait, wait," Peyton said. "Is this happening?"

Liv's smile was the biggest, happiest smile he had seen on her since before that damned boat party. "It's happening," she confirmed, resting her head against his chest.

Major put his arms around her and held her close.

"Well, about damn time." Peyton was looking at them like they were Peaches and Herb—reunited and it felt so good.

Ravi was staring at them in what looked like horror. "It won't always be this nauseating, right?"

"Suffer, bitch," Major whispered at him before turning to Liv for another kiss.

Liv took his hand and led him back to the table, sliding in and grabbing a slice of bacon. "We make Mickey and Minnie look like the Bickersons."

"Lovely. And this …" Ravi waved his hand in Liv's general direction. "Smiley, happy, coupley thing is going to be happening at work, too?"

"Oh, I think so." Liv took another piece of bacon.

"Wonderful. Look up from an open corpse and see that. Won't be at all disconcerting."

"Aw, can the big bad medical examiner not handle a little sunshine in the darkness of his life?" Major asked over his coffee cup, laughing at the look Ravi shot him, then snagged Liv's third piece of bacon out of her hand and ate it.

Ravi looked at Peyton. "It goes away eventually, right?"

Peyton made a face, shaking her head. "No. They're a constant sugar high. Voted Most Perfect Couple by the sorority three years running. They had T-shirts made."

"Sometimes we wore them." Major winked at Ravi, who made gagging sounds.

"Ooh, I think I still have mine. Maybe I'll wear it to work," Liv said brightly.

"Maybe I'll fire you."

"You would never. Where would you get a more interesting assistant?"

He frowned. "Point."

"It's kind of nice, actually," Peyton said, watching them fondly across the table as Major ate the piece of bacon Liv was holding out to him, kissing her knuckles when he got to them. "Like the world is right again."

"I suppose it is, at that," Ravi agreed. "But stop hogging the bacon!"