Post by Jen on Apr 26, 2009 21:39:25 GMT -5
“Hey, how did you get up here?” Harley asked when she opened the door to her apartment and found Gus standing there, groceries in his hand.
“Nice greeting,” he sniffed and shifted the heavy bags in his arms. “Gary let me up. He knows me by now and he saw I had my arms full, so he took mercy on me. Which is more than I can say for some people!”
Harley giggled and stepped aside so he could come in, “Sorry. Would you like me to take one of those?” she asked.
“I got it,” he replied and set the bags down on her kitchen counter. “Hello,” he greeted as he hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
“Hi,” she replied and kissed him, sliding her arms around his neck. “So what’s the plan?” she asked.
“I brought stuff for chicken alfredo, how’s that sound?”
“Delicious,” she answered, licking her lips. “Just tell me what to do.”
“Let’s empty these bags first, get everything ready. Okay, fettuccine, chicken, mushrooms, red peppers, cream, parmesan cheese, butter, and of course, garlic,” he said as he placed everything on the counter.
“Butter? You think I don’t have butter here?” she asked, feigning offense.
“Do you?” he asked, tilting his head skeptically.
“Of course!” she insisted, but blocked his way to the fridge.
“Well then let’s use your butter, I don’t want you to feel like you haven’t contributed,” he teased and grabbed her around the waist, moving her out of the way so he could open the refrigerator. “Now, where exactly do you keep this allegedly present butter?” he asked as he cockily looked over at her leaning against the counter.
“Fine, I don’t have any,” she conceded and he smiled widely at her. “What?”
He closed the door, stepped in front of her and kissed her deeply, “You’re very cute when you’re so insistent. Stubborn. I like it,” he explained.
“I’m so glad I’m amusing,” she smirked. “I’m also starving, can we get started?”
“Cute when you’re impatient too,” he added. “Let’s start with the peppers.”
“Okay, I can chop. I do have knives!” she said proudly.
“Well, we’re not chopping, we’re going to roast them.”
“Okay…how do we do that?” she asked.
“Do you have some tongs? Metal with a long handle?”
“I think I have a grill set, there might be something in there. Ummm…pantry,” she mumbled to herself and rummaged through a small closet off the kitchen. “Here we go,” she said as she handed Gus a box.
“This is even better,” he said as he pulled out a long-handled fork. “Alright, you want to do this?” he asked as he lit one of her gas burners and adjusted the flame.
“Okay…” she nodded cautiously and he handed her the fork with a red pepper on the end. “What do I do?”
“Hold the pepper in the flame until it turns black and then turn it until it’s all charred,” he explained and she did as she was told. “Okay turn,” he instructed. “You just want to char the skin, not cook the flesh,” he added and she lifted an eyebrow.
“Is it done?” she asked a few moments later.
“Yeah, here put it in here,” he said holding one of the paper grocery bags open for her and she dropped the pepper in then tossed the fork in the sink.
“That’s it?” she asked.
“Well no, we’ll let it sit in there for a few minutes, then we’ll peel and actually roast it. A little oil, a little garlic, couple minutes under the broiler, it will be perfect. Wait, you like red peppers right?” he asked, a little late.
“Yes, I do,” she nodded.
“Mushrooms? Alfredo sauce? I guess I should have checked all of this before, huh?”
“I love it all. No worries,” she assured him and he smiled before he got out the chicken and started getting ready to cook it. “Mind if I put on some music?” she asked went over to the stereo after he responded.
Gus was cutting up the chicken when he heard Sinatra come over her speakers. “Italian food, Italian cook, Italian music,” she shrugged as she came back to his side. “Can I do something?”
“Want to peel the pepper, then slice it up and get it in the broiler?” he suggested and they both went to work, the room silent except for the chopping of knives and sounds of Frank Sinatra.
Twenty minutes later, Gus was putting the finishing touches on the sauce while Harley set the table and lit some candles. “Taste this. Too much garlic, not enough?” he asked and held out a spoon for her.
“Mmm. Perfect,” she said after tasting it. “What do you think?” she asked and she kissed him.
“Perfect,” he agreed and she smiled before she went back to the counter where she had set up their places. “Okay, pasta is ready, sauce is ready. You ready over there?” he asked.
“Yep,” she said as she brought their plates over. “Will it be easier to fill them here?” she asked.
“Sure,” he nodded and spooned out hearty amounts of fettuccine onto each of their plates and then covered it with the chicken and sauce mixture. “Bon appétit,” he added and they took their places on the bar stools.
“Looks good!” Harley exclaimed as she picked up her wine glass and lightly touched it to Gus’s before they both dug into their plates. “Wow. This is amazing!”
“See, you can cook,” he said and she shook her head in protest.
“You did all the hard work,” she replied and he shrugged.
“Wasn’t that hard.”
“Well, I’m still impressed. And so glad to be here with you,” she added softly. “I think that was the most fun I’ve ever had in a kitchen.”
“Good. Cooking should be fun, relaxing, you know?”
“I didn’t until today. But watching you, I understand it now. You’re so at ease in front of a stove. I’m going to have to get you an apron,” she teased before she took another big bite of pasta. She had to slurp up an uncooperative noodle and got sauce all over her chin. “Oh gee, that’s attractive,” she laughed and Gus reached over to wipe away the errant sauce with his napkin. He caught her chin in his hand and turned her towards him.
“It is,” he affirmed. “That smile, that laugh, all very attractive,” he added and she tried to turn away bashfully but he held her head in place. “Everything about you is attractive to me,” he finished and kissed her softly until she smiled against his lips.
“Thank you,” she whispered and he went back to his food, but put one hand on her thigh and slid a finger along the skin right below the hem of her skirt, causing her skin to goosebump.
“I think that was the best meal I’ve ever eaten,” Harley said after they had both cleaned their plates, including Gus’s second helping.
“You’re easy to please,” he laughed as he got off the stool and grabbed both of their plates, taking them to the sink. “I’ll wash these, why don’t you put those leftovers away,” he suggested and he took the dirty pans from her as she emptied them into containers.
She had just brought over their empty wine glasses when “The Way You Look Tonight” came over the stereo. She set the glasses in the sink and ran her hand up Gus’s back. “Will you dance with me?” she asked softly and he didn’t hesitate to take her into his arms.
“You made me an offer I can’t refuse,” he said in a thick accent and she laughed as she wrapped one arm around his neck and he took her other hand in his.
“Thanks for dinner,” she said as he pulled their clasped hands to his chest.
“You’re welcome. Thanks for dessert,” he replied.
“We haven’t had dessert yet. And you cannot possibly still be hungry.”
“Well, no. I think I can hold off on dessert. Besides, we’d have to stop dancing, and I don’t really want to do that yet,” he added and pulled her closer. “This is my favorite part, that laugh that wrinkles your nose, it touches my foolish heart,” he spoke softly along with the music, causing her to smile against his cheek.
She ran her fingers through the thick hair at the nape of his neck and he kissed her, finding her mouth already open to his. As his tongue slid against hers, she opened her eyes and found his open, watching her as he kissed her. She pulled away and shivered, causing him to rub his hands up and down his arms. “Cold?” he asked, tilting his head in concern.
“No,” she shook her head. “When you look at me like that…”
“Good?” he asked and she nodded.
“Very,” she replied before he pulled his head back down to hers in a deep kiss.
She moved her arms down from his neck and slid them around his waist, pulling him as close to her as possible. She took a step backwards and tried to pull him with her but he was rooted firmly in place and they both almost toppled to the ground. “Oh!” she cried out as he steadied her and they both laughed and instinctively found each other’s lips again.
“Were you trying to go somewhere or…?” he asked as he ran his hands up her back and slid his fingers through her hair.
She kissed him and took another step backwards in response and he followed her lead as she walked backwards into her bedroom, their lips never breaking contact. When the back of her knees hit the bed, he laid her down gently, crawling on top of her.
“Harley…” Gus said quietly as he pulled away from her kiss and held himself above her.
“I’m sure,” she answered his unasked question and leaned up, trailing kisses along his jaw as her hands slid under his shirt. She laid her head back on the pillow and they made eye contact as she pulled his shirt up his back. He pulled away long enough to take it off completely and toss it to the floor before he searched out her lips again.
He kissed down her neck and slid his tongue across the neckline of her shirt, supporting his weight on one hand while the other pushed her shirt up, baring her stomach. He looked up at her and they shared a small smile before he lowered his mouth to her newly exposed skin. He placed open-mouthed kisses around her belly button until she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back up to her. He knelt beside her and helped her into a sitting position so he could pull her shirt over her head. He took her head in his hands and they kissed passionately. She shifted and urged him down onto his back so she could straddle him, her skirt riding up her thighs, where his hands immediately found a resting place. She ran her hands over his chest before replacing them with her mouth, her tongue teasing his nipples before she trailed it down the center of his body to the top of his jeans. She undid his belt and slowly pulled his zipper down as she slid down the bed, pulling his pants with her, leaving him in only a pair of black boxer briefs, his erection evident against the thing material she left covering him. He groaned at the lack of contact and pulled her back up to the head of the bed and rolled them over, he grabbed both of her hands and pulled them above her head as he kissed her roughly, nipping at her bottom lip. He held her hands in place with one of his and the other cupped her breast. He let go of her hands and moved his kisses down to her chest, where he ran his tongue along the lacy edge of her bra as she arched up into him. He reached beneath her and expertly unhooked her bra before he pulled it down her arms and tossed it away. He took a moment to look at her until she shyly averted her eyes and he lightly traced his finger up her side until she shivered beneath him. He rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, teasing it to a hard peak, then stroked it with his tongue, pulling it between his teeth gently before he moved to the other, giving it the same attention.
“Gus…” she moaned and he turned his attention to getting rid of the rest of her clothes before he stripped off his underwear and crawled back up into her arms.
“Wow,” Harley whispered as Gus rolled off of her and she settled into the crook of his arm, laying her head on his chest.
“Yeah…” he nodded and absently ran a finger up and down her arm.
She slid her hand from his chest over his shoulder to his upper arm, “You okay?” she asked. “You’re quiet.”
“Very okay,” he replied and kissed her deeply. “You?”
“Oh yeah, definitely okay,” she smiled and fought back a yawn. “Sorry. Tired.”
“Go to sleep,” he said and kissed the top of her head. “Do you uh, want me to go?” he asked cautiously and she turned her head to look up at him.
“No. Of course not,” she answered quickly. “I want you to stay. If you want to,” she added.
“I do.”
“Okay,” she replied and laid back against him and was quickly lulled to sleep by the rise and fall of his chest beneath her.
Harley woke up a few hours later alone in bed, but she saw a light shining from the kitchen. She found Gus’s t-shirt on the floor and slipped it over her head before she padded out and found Gus sitting at the counter with the cheesecake she got for dessert.
“Hey you,” she greeted as she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his body. She kissed the center of his tattoo which she was seeing for the first time then rested her chin on his shoulder and spoke into his ear, “Sexy.”
“Yeah?” he asked as he grabbed her hands and pulled her around to stand beside him. “Did I wake you?” he asked.
“No,” she answered and kissed him. “Couldn’t sleep?” she asked and he shook his head. “Well, you wore me out, I must have been doing something wrong,” she teased and he cracked a half smile.
“No, nothing wrong at all. Just wound up I guess,” he shrugged but she looked at him skeptically.
“What’s going on?” she asked, sitting down on the stool beside him.
He took another bite of cheesecake, then fed her a bite before he answered her. “Tonight was amazing,” he began and she nodded. He put his fork down and pushed the cheesecake away. “I just want you to know, tonight, it wasn’t just about sex for me,” he finished and she lowered her eyes and shifted on the stool. He reached over and grabbed her hand and waited until she looked up and met his eyes. “And it’s okay if you can’t say the same yet,” he added and her shoulders relaxed.
“Gus, you’re not just a notch in my bedpost, you know that, right?” she asked.
“I know. That’s not what I meant,” he tried to explain, but she stopped him.
“You’re wonderful, do you know that?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do,” he smirked and she punched his shoulder playfully before stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him. “Hey. You think that tattoo is sexy? You haven’t seen yourself in my shirt,” he said with a growl as he slid his hand up her thigh and found that she wasn’t wearing anything else under the shirt.
“Ready to go back to bed?” she asked, running her hand down his chest.
“Not to sleep,” he answered and she smiled as she grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the bedroom.
“Sleep’s overrated anyway,” she said as they fell onto the bed and he kissed down her body as he pushed the shirt up. “Definitely overrated,” she added as he stripped off his jeans again and climbed on top of her.
“Nice greeting,” he sniffed and shifted the heavy bags in his arms. “Gary let me up. He knows me by now and he saw I had my arms full, so he took mercy on me. Which is more than I can say for some people!”
Harley giggled and stepped aside so he could come in, “Sorry. Would you like me to take one of those?” she asked.
“I got it,” he replied and set the bags down on her kitchen counter. “Hello,” he greeted as he hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
“Hi,” she replied and kissed him, sliding her arms around his neck. “So what’s the plan?” she asked.
“I brought stuff for chicken alfredo, how’s that sound?”
“Delicious,” she answered, licking her lips. “Just tell me what to do.”
“Let’s empty these bags first, get everything ready. Okay, fettuccine, chicken, mushrooms, red peppers, cream, parmesan cheese, butter, and of course, garlic,” he said as he placed everything on the counter.
“Butter? You think I don’t have butter here?” she asked, feigning offense.
“Do you?” he asked, tilting his head skeptically.
“Of course!” she insisted, but blocked his way to the fridge.
“Well then let’s use your butter, I don’t want you to feel like you haven’t contributed,” he teased and grabbed her around the waist, moving her out of the way so he could open the refrigerator. “Now, where exactly do you keep this allegedly present butter?” he asked as he cockily looked over at her leaning against the counter.
“Fine, I don’t have any,” she conceded and he smiled widely at her. “What?”
He closed the door, stepped in front of her and kissed her deeply, “You’re very cute when you’re so insistent. Stubborn. I like it,” he explained.
“I’m so glad I’m amusing,” she smirked. “I’m also starving, can we get started?”
“Cute when you’re impatient too,” he added. “Let’s start with the peppers.”
“Okay, I can chop. I do have knives!” she said proudly.
“Well, we’re not chopping, we’re going to roast them.”
“Okay…how do we do that?” she asked.
“Do you have some tongs? Metal with a long handle?”
“I think I have a grill set, there might be something in there. Ummm…pantry,” she mumbled to herself and rummaged through a small closet off the kitchen. “Here we go,” she said as she handed Gus a box.
“This is even better,” he said as he pulled out a long-handled fork. “Alright, you want to do this?” he asked as he lit one of her gas burners and adjusted the flame.
“Okay…” she nodded cautiously and he handed her the fork with a red pepper on the end. “What do I do?”
“Hold the pepper in the flame until it turns black and then turn it until it’s all charred,” he explained and she did as she was told. “Okay turn,” he instructed. “You just want to char the skin, not cook the flesh,” he added and she lifted an eyebrow.
“Is it done?” she asked a few moments later.
“Yeah, here put it in here,” he said holding one of the paper grocery bags open for her and she dropped the pepper in then tossed the fork in the sink.
“That’s it?” she asked.
“Well no, we’ll let it sit in there for a few minutes, then we’ll peel and actually roast it. A little oil, a little garlic, couple minutes under the broiler, it will be perfect. Wait, you like red peppers right?” he asked, a little late.
“Yes, I do,” she nodded.
“Mushrooms? Alfredo sauce? I guess I should have checked all of this before, huh?”
“I love it all. No worries,” she assured him and he smiled before he got out the chicken and started getting ready to cook it. “Mind if I put on some music?” she asked went over to the stereo after he responded.
Gus was cutting up the chicken when he heard Sinatra come over her speakers. “Italian food, Italian cook, Italian music,” she shrugged as she came back to his side. “Can I do something?”
“Want to peel the pepper, then slice it up and get it in the broiler?” he suggested and they both went to work, the room silent except for the chopping of knives and sounds of Frank Sinatra.
Twenty minutes later, Gus was putting the finishing touches on the sauce while Harley set the table and lit some candles. “Taste this. Too much garlic, not enough?” he asked and held out a spoon for her.
“Mmm. Perfect,” she said after tasting it. “What do you think?” she asked and she kissed him.
“Perfect,” he agreed and she smiled before she went back to the counter where she had set up their places. “Okay, pasta is ready, sauce is ready. You ready over there?” he asked.
“Yep,” she said as she brought their plates over. “Will it be easier to fill them here?” she asked.
“Sure,” he nodded and spooned out hearty amounts of fettuccine onto each of their plates and then covered it with the chicken and sauce mixture. “Bon appétit,” he added and they took their places on the bar stools.
“Looks good!” Harley exclaimed as she picked up her wine glass and lightly touched it to Gus’s before they both dug into their plates. “Wow. This is amazing!”
“See, you can cook,” he said and she shook her head in protest.
“You did all the hard work,” she replied and he shrugged.
“Wasn’t that hard.”
“Well, I’m still impressed. And so glad to be here with you,” she added softly. “I think that was the most fun I’ve ever had in a kitchen.”
“Good. Cooking should be fun, relaxing, you know?”
“I didn’t until today. But watching you, I understand it now. You’re so at ease in front of a stove. I’m going to have to get you an apron,” she teased before she took another big bite of pasta. She had to slurp up an uncooperative noodle and got sauce all over her chin. “Oh gee, that’s attractive,” she laughed and Gus reached over to wipe away the errant sauce with his napkin. He caught her chin in his hand and turned her towards him.
“It is,” he affirmed. “That smile, that laugh, all very attractive,” he added and she tried to turn away bashfully but he held her head in place. “Everything about you is attractive to me,” he finished and kissed her softly until she smiled against his lips.
“Thank you,” she whispered and he went back to his food, but put one hand on her thigh and slid a finger along the skin right below the hem of her skirt, causing her skin to goosebump.
“I think that was the best meal I’ve ever eaten,” Harley said after they had both cleaned their plates, including Gus’s second helping.
“You’re easy to please,” he laughed as he got off the stool and grabbed both of their plates, taking them to the sink. “I’ll wash these, why don’t you put those leftovers away,” he suggested and he took the dirty pans from her as she emptied them into containers.
She had just brought over their empty wine glasses when “The Way You Look Tonight” came over the stereo. She set the glasses in the sink and ran her hand up Gus’s back. “Will you dance with me?” she asked softly and he didn’t hesitate to take her into his arms.
“You made me an offer I can’t refuse,” he said in a thick accent and she laughed as she wrapped one arm around his neck and he took her other hand in his.
“Thanks for dinner,” she said as he pulled their clasped hands to his chest.
“You’re welcome. Thanks for dessert,” he replied.
“We haven’t had dessert yet. And you cannot possibly still be hungry.”
“Well, no. I think I can hold off on dessert. Besides, we’d have to stop dancing, and I don’t really want to do that yet,” he added and pulled her closer. “This is my favorite part, that laugh that wrinkles your nose, it touches my foolish heart,” he spoke softly along with the music, causing her to smile against his cheek.
She ran her fingers through the thick hair at the nape of his neck and he kissed her, finding her mouth already open to his. As his tongue slid against hers, she opened her eyes and found his open, watching her as he kissed her. She pulled away and shivered, causing him to rub his hands up and down his arms. “Cold?” he asked, tilting his head in concern.
“No,” she shook her head. “When you look at me like that…”
“Good?” he asked and she nodded.
“Very,” she replied before he pulled his head back down to hers in a deep kiss.
She moved her arms down from his neck and slid them around his waist, pulling him as close to her as possible. She took a step backwards and tried to pull him with her but he was rooted firmly in place and they both almost toppled to the ground. “Oh!” she cried out as he steadied her and they both laughed and instinctively found each other’s lips again.
“Were you trying to go somewhere or…?” he asked as he ran his hands up her back and slid his fingers through her hair.
She kissed him and took another step backwards in response and he followed her lead as she walked backwards into her bedroom, their lips never breaking contact. When the back of her knees hit the bed, he laid her down gently, crawling on top of her.
“Harley…” Gus said quietly as he pulled away from her kiss and held himself above her.
“I’m sure,” she answered his unasked question and leaned up, trailing kisses along his jaw as her hands slid under his shirt. She laid her head back on the pillow and they made eye contact as she pulled his shirt up his back. He pulled away long enough to take it off completely and toss it to the floor before he searched out her lips again.
He kissed down her neck and slid his tongue across the neckline of her shirt, supporting his weight on one hand while the other pushed her shirt up, baring her stomach. He looked up at her and they shared a small smile before he lowered his mouth to her newly exposed skin. He placed open-mouthed kisses around her belly button until she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back up to her. He knelt beside her and helped her into a sitting position so he could pull her shirt over her head. He took her head in his hands and they kissed passionately. She shifted and urged him down onto his back so she could straddle him, her skirt riding up her thighs, where his hands immediately found a resting place. She ran her hands over his chest before replacing them with her mouth, her tongue teasing his nipples before she trailed it down the center of his body to the top of his jeans. She undid his belt and slowly pulled his zipper down as she slid down the bed, pulling his pants with her, leaving him in only a pair of black boxer briefs, his erection evident against the thing material she left covering him. He groaned at the lack of contact and pulled her back up to the head of the bed and rolled them over, he grabbed both of her hands and pulled them above her head as he kissed her roughly, nipping at her bottom lip. He held her hands in place with one of his and the other cupped her breast. He let go of her hands and moved his kisses down to her chest, where he ran his tongue along the lacy edge of her bra as she arched up into him. He reached beneath her and expertly unhooked her bra before he pulled it down her arms and tossed it away. He took a moment to look at her until she shyly averted her eyes and he lightly traced his finger up her side until she shivered beneath him. He rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, teasing it to a hard peak, then stroked it with his tongue, pulling it between his teeth gently before he moved to the other, giving it the same attention.
“Gus…” she moaned and he turned his attention to getting rid of the rest of her clothes before he stripped off his underwear and crawled back up into her arms.
******
“Wow,” Harley whispered as Gus rolled off of her and she settled into the crook of his arm, laying her head on his chest.
“Yeah…” he nodded and absently ran a finger up and down her arm.
She slid her hand from his chest over his shoulder to his upper arm, “You okay?” she asked. “You’re quiet.”
“Very okay,” he replied and kissed her deeply. “You?”
“Oh yeah, definitely okay,” she smiled and fought back a yawn. “Sorry. Tired.”
“Go to sleep,” he said and kissed the top of her head. “Do you uh, want me to go?” he asked cautiously and she turned her head to look up at him.
“No. Of course not,” she answered quickly. “I want you to stay. If you want to,” she added.
“I do.”
“Okay,” she replied and laid back against him and was quickly lulled to sleep by the rise and fall of his chest beneath her.
******
Harley woke up a few hours later alone in bed, but she saw a light shining from the kitchen. She found Gus’s t-shirt on the floor and slipped it over her head before she padded out and found Gus sitting at the counter with the cheesecake she got for dessert.
“Hey you,” she greeted as she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his body. She kissed the center of his tattoo which she was seeing for the first time then rested her chin on his shoulder and spoke into his ear, “Sexy.”
“Yeah?” he asked as he grabbed her hands and pulled her around to stand beside him. “Did I wake you?” he asked.
“No,” she answered and kissed him. “Couldn’t sleep?” she asked and he shook his head. “Well, you wore me out, I must have been doing something wrong,” she teased and he cracked a half smile.
“No, nothing wrong at all. Just wound up I guess,” he shrugged but she looked at him skeptically.
“What’s going on?” she asked, sitting down on the stool beside him.
He took another bite of cheesecake, then fed her a bite before he answered her. “Tonight was amazing,” he began and she nodded. He put his fork down and pushed the cheesecake away. “I just want you to know, tonight, it wasn’t just about sex for me,” he finished and she lowered her eyes and shifted on the stool. He reached over and grabbed her hand and waited until she looked up and met his eyes. “And it’s okay if you can’t say the same yet,” he added and her shoulders relaxed.
“Gus, you’re not just a notch in my bedpost, you know that, right?” she asked.
“I know. That’s not what I meant,” he tried to explain, but she stopped him.
“You’re wonderful, do you know that?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do,” he smirked and she punched his shoulder playfully before stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him. “Hey. You think that tattoo is sexy? You haven’t seen yourself in my shirt,” he said with a growl as he slid his hand up her thigh and found that she wasn’t wearing anything else under the shirt.
“Ready to go back to bed?” she asked, running her hand down his chest.
“Not to sleep,” he answered and she smiled as she grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the bedroom.
“Sleep’s overrated anyway,” she said as they fell onto the bed and he kissed down her body as he pushed the shirt up. “Definitely overrated,” she added as he stripped off his jeans again and climbed on top of her.
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