by CKC

I: Pin-Ups

"Okay... How about this pair?" Blair turned toward his partner, holding up a pair of bright blue spandex bike shorts.

Jim glared. "No way, Sandburg."

"No way? Listen to yourself, man! I didn't say anything when you posed for 'Cop Cheesecake' in nothing but your shoulder holster and boots!"

"That was different. It was a tasteful pose."

"Well, I'd say it was more tasty than tasteful, but the point is, here I get a chance to be in 'Studmuffins of Science,' and you won't let me pose in anything tighter than sweatpants!"

"Sweatpants can be sexy..."

Blair just snorted and turned back to the dresser, bending over to burrow in the bottom drawer.

"Hey, Chief... That's a good pose."

"So can I use it for the calendar?" he replied, wiggling his hips a little.

Suddenly two hands pulled him upright, and warm flesh pressed against his rear. "Not a chance in hell, but I might reconsider the bike shorts if..."

"If what?" He knew what was coming, and had to stifle a chuckle.

"Remember what I had to do to before you'd agree to the 'Cheesecake Cops' pose?"

Blair nodded, a smile breaking across his face at the memory.

Jim kissed Blair's neck and pulled him tightly against his chest. "Do the same thing for me, and you can pose naked, if you want..."

"Okay..."

***

II: Pin-Ups, the Prologue, or, How Jim Got to Pose for "Cheesecake Cops"

"They asked you to what?"

Jim sighed. He hadn't expected this reaction from his partner. //Damn it, the man can be so possessive sometimes...// He sighed again and looked over at Blair. Outrage screamed from every muscle, death rays shot from those blue eyes, and Jim briefly wondered where Blair'd been practicing that scowl. It was first-class, almost an exact copy of his own. Hell...

"Listen, Sandburg, it's for a calendar. The profits go to the Police Benevolent Association. It's very tasteful. There's skin, but it's not porn..."

"With a name like 'Cheesecake Cops' I'm supposed to believe that?" Blair turned and stalked over to the windows. "So you're gonna 'display your charms' for anyone who can shell out ten bucks for the calendar?"

"No. I'm going to pose for the calendar..." He paused until his Guide glanced back at him. "...but you're the only one who gets to see my 'charms.'"

Blair leaned against the window, slowly exhaled, then chuckled. "I'm really over-reacting, aren't I?"

"Yeah." Jim shrugged, then sat on the sofa. "I didn't expect this to set you off, though. You're usually so open about your body..."

Blair sighed and joined Jim on the sofa. "My body, yeah. It's no big deal. But yours..." He looked at Jim and his eyes narrowed. "Yours is another matter, entirely. You're mine, and I don't like to share..."

One small part of Jim's mind catalogued his physical responses to those words - increased respiration and heartbeat, constricted throat, cotton mouth, full body flush. The rest of him just rode the wave of desire that picked him up and pushed him toward his Guide.

After a few minutes they parted, lips tender and sensitized.

"How..." Blair cleared his throat. "How did they want you to pose?"

Jim could feel his blush deepen. "In a shoulder holster and boots..."

"And..." Blair's eyebrows shot up, questioning.

"That's all."

Blair's usually expressive face stilled. Jim couldn't tell what he was thinking at all, and it bothered him. A lot.

"Hey, Chief..."

"Show me," Blair interrupted him, his face still expressionless.

"What?"

"Show me how they want you to pose."

"Uh, okay." Jim rose from the sofa and retrieved his shoulder holster from the hooks beside the door. He was aware of Sandburg's attentive gaze, and that, for some reason, made him move deliberately, as if every action was meaningful. He started to put on the holster.

"Are you doing this with clothes on?" Jim shook his head. Blair continued, "I want to see exactly what the pose will look like." Then he leaned back on the sofa and folded his arms over his chest.

Jim swallowed. Damn. This was getting kinda... erotic. He started toward the stairs, but Blair shook his head. "You can pose on the dining table."

"The table? That's not sanitary, Chief!"

Blair propped his feet up and raised an eyebrow. "We can wash the table, Jim."

Blushing furiously, Jim stripped, folding each piece of clothing carefully and placing it on a chair. He pulled off his boots, then slipped off his pants and shorts, painfully conscious of his growing erection. He bent over to pull on and tie his boots, mooning his partner, and was rewarded with an almost inaudible gasp from Blair. Jim opened himself to Blair's heartbeat, and was pleased to hear it was pounding as wildly as his own. //Good. Serves the little tease right...// Smoothing the grin that threatened to split his face, Jim straightened, still facing away from Blair, then slipped on the holster. He did it slowly, gauging his Guide's reaction to the play of muscles by the unconscious catches in his breath and the rising heat from his body.

Without a word, Jim pulled the chairs away from the table and sat on the cool surface. He swung his legs up, stretching out the right, and bending the left in a bow to modesty. He propped himself up on his left elbow, and draped his right hand across his body, fingers trailing over his left thigh. Then, and only then, did he look up at Blair and raise his eyebrows.

"Whaddaya think?"

Despite his racing pulse and inferno heat, Blair still managed to look calm and collected - at least on the surface. He shrugged. "It's okay, man. I've seen better."

"Well, maybe you could give me some pointers."

Blair snickered briefly, then looked at Jim, eyes narrowed. "Okay." He stood, and Jim bit back a gasp at the way Blair's trousers tented.

//My God... It's a wonder he can walk with that parading in front of him...//

His lips in the thoughtful pout that always made Jim want to kiss him, Blair sauntered over, circling the table while eyeing his Sentinel.

"Bend your right leg," Blair said, his gaze traveling coolly over Jim's body. Jim complied. "Lean back on both elbows." Jim did as he was told. Blair moved around to the end of the table, facing him. "Spread your legs wider." Jim spread them, watching his partner's eyes dilate at the sight of Jim's quivering belly and bobbing erection. He had to admire Blair's self-control - if their positions were reversed, Jim knew he'd have cracked and taken his Guide by now. Blair stood there for a moment, head cocked to one side. He swayed forward.

//At last!!!//

Then he stopped, took a deep breath, and shook his head. "Nah. That's not it. Okay - kneel, knees spread, facing me."

Jim stared at him for a second. //Oh, please...// But he knelt as directed.

"Put your hands behind your back."

Jim crossed his wrists at the small of his back and turned his head slightly, knowing how the sight of the long tendon defining his neck affected Blair. He heard a soft hiss. //Yes...//

"Still not right..."

//Damn!!!//

"Hands and knees, facing away from me."

Jim scrambled to get into position. He could feel Blair's eyes on him, and the tug of his erection was becoming painful. He hazarded an almost inaudible moan.

"Stay with me, Jim. We're almost there..." That was his Guide's voice - soothing and calm, with the promise of mindblowing fulfillment in the husky tones. Jim took a deep breath and tried to regain some control.

"Down on your elbows..."

He could hear Blair step closer, feel his partner's heat radiating on the backs of his thighs and rear as he rested his head on his forearms.

"Spread your legs..." Blair's breath whispered against his sensitive flesh. Jim shivered and moved his knees apart.

//Now, please now...//

"Perfect..." Blair said softly, and gently grasped Jim's erection. His hand moved slowly as he kissed the tops of Jim's thighs, the tender flesh of his ass, up to the small of his back and down again.

Jim moaned his pleasure. His skin jumped and quivered beneath his partner's touch, and all he could comprehend was contained in the fingers and lips and heart and soul of one man. He followed his Guide's lead, blindly responding to Blair's demands - demands Jim had never acceded to for any other person - demands for Jim's own pleasure, for Jim's own fulfillment... For Jim, himself...

He came, not with a scream, but a strangled sob of relief. Legs shaking, he allowed Blair to guide him onto his side, resting on the cool tabletop. He closed his eyes, welcoming the spreading warmth of endorphins as they coursed through his body. Then familiar lips kissed his, familiar hands cleaned him off, a familiar voice murmured praise and love...

Finally regaining enough strength to open his eyes, Jim looked up at his partner's smiling face. //Interesting angle. But too far away.// He pulled him down for a kiss and felt the bump of Blair's untended erection against his side.

"Hey, Jim, can you help me with this?" Blair grinned and nudged him again.

Jim wove his fingers through Blair's hair, cupping his hands on either side of his Guide's head, and looked at him steadily. "Yeah, I can, Chief." He pulled Blair closer, until their lips were a breath apart, and all he could see were those luminous eyes. "But your gonna scrub this table with bleach before anything gets done about it..." he growled.

Blair darted out his tongue and licked Jim's bottom lip. Then he snaked his hand over to Jim's hip, caressing him gently. //You imp...// Jim felt the familiar tightening in his groin and groaned. He captured his Guide's mouth and kissed him until he felt Blair tremble. Then he pulled away.

"Okay, you can wash it afterwards, Sandburg." He narrowed his eyes and licked his lips, pleased to see Blair blink and swallow hard. "And you're gonna be naked. And this time I'm gonna watch..."

***

III: Pin-Ups, the Final Chapter, orWhat Blair Had to Do In Order to Pose for "Studmuffins of Science"

"Remember what I had to do to before you'd agree to the 'Cheesecake Cops' pose?"

Blair nodded, a smile breaking across his face at the memory.

Jim kissed Blair's neck and pulled him tightly against his chest. "Do the same thing for me, and you can pose naked, if you want..."

"Okay..."

Jim nuzzled his hair for a moment, then pulled away. He picked up the bright blue spandex bike shorts from the floor and held them out to his partner. Blair took them without a word and stepped into them as Jim returned to their bed. It took some effort to tug them over his butt. //Oh, man, I keep forgetting how tight these shorts are.// He smoothed the front - a futile gesture, given the size of his growing erection -- and peered over his shoulder. //Hey, that seam in the back really 'lifts and separates'...// He tried an experimental wiggle and hissed as the tight fabric caressed all those tender places.

"Stop that," said Jim firmly. Blair glanced over at him and smiled. Jim was propped up in bed, all the pillows neatly arranged behind his back, his long legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles. His hands rested on his stomach, just above his proud erection. His face was somber, but Blair could read the faint twinkle in his eyes that signaled how much he was going to enjoy this game.

"First, lean against the wall with your arms crossed." Jim pointed to a well-lit corner.

Blair propped his left shoulder against the ruddy bricks and crossed his arms over his chest. Jim stared at him, his eyes returning again and again to Blair's groin. //It's gotta be a Pavlovian response,// Blair thought as his erection twitched and hardened further.

"Push your hips out further."

Blair thrust out his hips so far that the hip-bone stood out in sharp relief to his stomach, but the effect was overshadowed by the central bulge in his shorts.

"Not bad," Jim said thoughtfully, as one hand moved down and caressed his own erection.

"Jim..."

"Uh uh, Sandburg. No talking, remember?"

//Damn you, Ellison!// Blair watched as Jim stroked himself, those long legs stretching, the muscles of his thighs and stomach moving slowly beneath that smooth skin. A faint wisp of a smile on Jim's face indicated how much he was enjoying teasing his Guide. //And he knows exactly what to do to make me as horny as hell...//

Jim took a deep breath and stretched. Blair managed to remain motionless, save for one part of his anatomy which seemed to possess a life of its own.

"Pull down your shorts a bit."

Blair hooked his thumbs in the front waistband of his shorts and tugged them down an inch. The tip of his erection peeked out coyly.

"Further."

Another inch. Jim sighed and resumed stroking himself. Coyness was lost, replaced by hard need.

"To your thighs."

Mouth dry, Blair wriggled the tight fabric down until it was just below his balls, and right underneath his butt. Uncomfortable, yes, but incredibly arousing. //As if I could be any more aroused, here.// He left his thumbs hooked in the material. Mouth slightly open to suck in more needed air, he stared at Jim, openly communicating his desire.

"Nice, Sandburg. Impressive." Jim's voice was husky, his eyes half-closed. His hand never stopped, and even from across the room, Blair could tell he was nearing the edge.

//If you do this without me, I'll make you pay, Ellison...//

"Let's see Side B. Turn around and put your hands against the wall."

The bricks were rough beneath his fingers. Blair stuck his rear out and wiggled it slightly, pleased to hear Jim's sharp intake of breath as he did so.

"Stand still, Sandburg." His hoarseness was no joke - Jim was holding on to his control by his fingernails. Whispers of sound came from behind him, and Blair was desperate to turn and see what Jim was doing.

//Wait for me, Jim.//

"Pull off those damn shorts and get over here..."

Blair jerked off his shorts and practically leapt onto Jim. They were both so excited that within a very few minutes their cries rang through the loft, followed by soft murmurs of contentment.

Epilogue

Five months later...

"Here they are, gentlemen!" called Rafe as he entered the bullpen carrying a box. "Hot off the presses!"

With a grin, he deposited the box on Jim's desk and stepped back. Jim stared at it for a moment, then looked at his partner and jerked his head. "Open it, will ya, Chief."

Blair chuckled and dug his Swiss Army knife out of his pocket. The box was opened in short order, and he pulled out the first calendar in the pile, flipping it open.

"Hey, Jim - you're Detective January! And you look great!"

The calendar was passed around, eliciting comments ranging from "Lookin' good, Ellison," to "Nice work if you can get it," to "Jim, run away with me and I'll be your sugar momma" - the latter from a breathless and flushed red-head down in Traffic.

"Now yours, Sandburg," Jim grunted, only slightly pink. He burrowed through the box, finally emerging triumphant. "Hey, you're Dr. January..." He paused, staring, and his face flushed a deep, rich red. "Dammit, Chief - any hotter and you'd melt the ice caps."

The bullpen was almost silent as the calendar was passed from hand to hand. A muffled wolf whistle and assorted deep breaths sounded loud in the room. Simon glanced over at Blair and tugged at his collar. "Who's been messing with the thermostat?" The red-head from Traffic murmured something about spontaneous combustion, and Rafe stared at Jim, shook his head, and mouthed "Lucky guy..."

Blair caught Jim's eye and winked. Raising his eyebrows, Jim acknowledged it with a nod and a look of such promise that Blair's knees shook. Turning to their stunned audience, Jim solemnly announced "We have a special calendar for Simon." He reached into the box and brought out another one, handing it to Simon. "This is from all of us, with our best wishes..."

Smiling, Simon opened the calendar and riffled through the pages, stopping at the middle. An extra panel flipped open and Simon stared at the page, mouth open and eyes wide.

"Taggart," he choked out, looking more than a little nauseated, "how the hell did you get that tiny gold thingy on?"

***

IV: Pin-Ups 1998Blair slammed into the loft, dropped his backpack just inside the door and collapsed on the sofa with a groan.

"Hard day, Chief?"

"You have no idea, man..." he muttered, glancing up at his partner. Jim was standing at the kitchen island, carefully stirring something. Dinner, Blair hoped. He sniffed, curious, and his stomach rumbled in response. "Chicken soup?"

Jim smiled. "It's cold and wet. I thought soup would taste good."

"It's Cascade, Jim. It's always cold and wet. But," he twisted around to grin at the older man, "since when did you start channeling Julia Child? Where did this come from?"

"Dunno," Jim said with a shrug, his face faintly pink. "I just felt like it. Oh, and before I forget - you got some mail."

"Mail?"

He scrambled over the back of the sofa, ignoring Jim's glare, and snagged the large envelope. Finally!

"Jim..." Suddenly energized, Blair bounced over to his partner, clutching the envelope. "I've got something for you... Kind of a late New Year's gift."

"New Year's gift? Since when do we exchange gifts at New Year's?" He batted Blair's arm lightly.

"We don't. I know." Blair flushed. "But you seemed so disappointed when Studmuffins of Science decided not to publish a 1998 calendar... so I thought that maybe... ummm..."

Jim's eyebrows raised so high they almost met his hairline, which was a feat in and of itself. He snatched the envelope from Blair's damp hand and greedily tore it open.

"'Primal Sandburg: Discovering the Wild Side of Your Favorite Anthropologist...'" Jim stared at the photo of Blair smiling broadly on the front of the calendar-sized booklet before glancing up at his partner. With a nervous grin, Blair gestured at the calendar.

"Well? Open it..."

Jim turned the page, and his jaw dropped.

"Where..." Jim's voice stopped cold. He cleared his throat. "Are those my handcuffs?"

"Nah. I picked them up from WeeBee Toyz."

Jim stared a bit longer. "Where'd you get the night stick?"

"Lee, down in homicide, lent it to me."

"Jeezuz, Chief, I hope you washed it."

"Oh, yeah. Before and after." Relaxing a little, Blair ran a finger down Jim's arm. "It'd be too gross not to."

Jim turned the page and, after blinking a couple of times, turned to the younger man. "I didn't know you were that flexible."

"Yoga," Blair explained. "I'll show you some time."

"I wondered where that apron went."

"Well, I didn't think you'd want to wear it afterward."

Jim's eyes glazed over momentarily, but before Blair began to worry, he shook his head and turned the page. A grin split his face.

"March! I get it." His eyes narrowed as he glanced at Blair. "I hope you didn't ruin that snare drum."

"Nah. Just had to replace the sticks." He nudged Jim's side, resting his head on his partner's shoulder. "Go on..."

Jim's hand froze as he glimpsed the next page, and he swallowed heavily. His mouth formed a perfect 'O', his eyes echoing the sentiment.

"Wha..." he began, his face pinking. "Hoo... How did you do that?"

Blair blushed and chewed on his lip. "Nan helped me," he mumbled. "She's really good with knots."

"Yeah, I can see that," Jim choked out. "But what about... Did you use makeup for that?" He pointed to a particular spot on the picture. Remembering, Blair squirmed beside him.

"Not really... Nan did that, too..."

"She better not have enjoyed it." Jim's voice was cold.

"No way, Jim! She's not into that kind of thing, anyhow. I mean, we tried makeup, but it didn't look right, and so I convinced her to..." He shrugged.

The corners of Jim's mouth twitched, then slowly, so slowly, curled up. "'April is the cruelest month,' eh?"

"Yeah," Blair snickered.

Jim gave him an assessing look - one that set his heart pounding.

"I'd like to try that sometime, Chief." His words were as soft as silk, but the tone sent shivers up Blair's spine. "I'd really like to try that..."

"Uh, which part? The tying up, or the-"

"Both," Jim breathed. "Definitely both."

"Okay..." He licked suddenly dry lips. "There's more, you know."

By the time they had finished looking at all the pictures, Jim had moved Blair between his legs and, to Blair's delight, was rubbing himself against his partner's rear. Warm breath tickled his ear, stirring the hair that caressed his face. Blair sank back against the firm body behind him, moving his hips just enough to keep the cord of desire taut.

"Thanks, Chief," Jim said, putting aside the calendar and wrapping both arms around the younger man. "Now, how about some dinner, and you can tell me all about the making of 'Primal Sandburg.' And then..." Jim's hand slid down and cupped a quivering cheek.

"Yeah?"

"And then I'll get my handcuffs and we can try out a few of those poses."

"Oh, yeah..."

***

V: Pin Ups: 'Tis a PuzzlementMonday evening -

"Hello? Oh, Jim! How was your flight?"

"Yeah, I miss you, too. I wish I could've come with you, even though Chicago isn't my favorite place in the middle of winter."

"Really? That cold? Brrrrr..."

"Ha! I'll bet you'd keep me warm - through friction if nothing else!"

"A surprise? Where? Taped underneath the dining table?"

"Yeah, I found the envelope. What on earth... Puzzle pieces?"

"Sure I can put them together. Oh, hey! Jim, is that your... Where the hell did you get this picture taken? They better not have touched what's mine..."

"Okay, okay. I believe you, Jim! And I'm not jealous... much."

"What? It's okay for you to be jealous, but I'm not supposed... Wait, wait a minute... I just found your thigh, man."

"No, I don't have heartburn. It was a moan, Jim. Jeez..."

"About three-quarters done... I'm just finishing up your shoulders. Lookin' good..."

"Jim, it's missing the most important piece - right in the center."

"Hostage! You're holding it hostage?! You are so cruel..."

"Hehehe... No, not that cruel."

"So, I get your... piece when you get back?"

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it, too. I miss you. Come home soon, love."

"Me, too. G'night..."

~~~

Tuesday evening -

"Hello? Oh man, oh man, do I miss you! You know how I hate sleeping alone."

"No, I sat up for a while."

"Okay, if you must know, I was looking at your picture."

"A couple of hours..."

"It's a great picture, Jim! Your legs all stretched out like that, the way the light catches your chest and abs... When I touch it, I can almost feel your flesh and muscles, warm and smooth under me. It's really hot, even with that one missing piece."

"Another one? Where, tell me where!"

"The hamper? What if I had decided to do laundry while you were gone?"

"Well, I could have! You're not the only person who wears clean clothes around here... Okay, I found it."

"Lemme turn the pieces over..."

"Yeah, I'm all right. Jim, are those handcuffs?"

"Oh, wow, man..."

"Yeah, I'm still here. Just admiring the view, you know?"

"I think it's the tension in your arms and the way your muscles are stretched. And the look on your face..."

"You were? Aw, man..."

"No, I'm not getting all gooshy. Lighten up, okay?"

"Jim, it's missing another piece..."

"Yeah, I get it... Or I will get it when you get home."

"So, who needs to walk? You can limp for a while."

"I don't care what Simon says. You're mine and if I say you limp for a while, you're damn well gonna limp. Who does he think he is, telling me what I can and cannot do with..."

"I'm calm, I'm calm. Sorry. Guess I got carried away."

"I know it does. I feel the same way when you get masterful, too."

"I know you do, and I love you for it."

"Yeah, me too. G'night."

~~~

Wednesday evening -

"Hello? How's it going, man? Any chance of you getting back soon?"

"Well, that's good news, I guess. I don't think I'd last two weeks without you... At least, not sane."

"Ha ha, Jim. Very funny."

"I know. Love you, too."

"You did? What was I doing?"

"Aw, man, that's sweet. You know, I kinda like that idea. Let's try it when you get home."

"It's a deal. So... You got any more pictures for me?"

"No, I didn't look! Jeez, Jim..."

"Okay, okay, I only looked a little. But I didn't find anything, I swear."

"Well, no wonder I didn't find it. Just a minute, I have to put the phone down."

"Got it!"

"No, I didn't hurt myself. I can move a dresser without straining something."

"Apology accepted."

"No, I'm just turning over the pieces."

"Yowza! Oh, man, the stripes! You know how I love to draw those stripes on you... Okay, Jim, who drew the stripes?"

"Yeah, I believe you. Just a touch of the ugly green monster for a second there."

"No, I don't think I'll ever get over it. But this isn't the time to be discussing my insecurities. I'm almost finished..."

"You bastard..."

"No, I don't think it's funny! And no, I don't just love you for your piece, Jim. But this is the third time! We're talking seriously frustrated, here! I'm so horny that even Taggert is starting..."

"Of course I was joking! I love Joel like a brother, but man, I'm so not going there..."

"Aw, damn, Jim. You look like a Greek god..."

"I don't care that Greek gods didn't wear grease-paint stripes. They should have."

"If you want to. Grease-paint doesn't irritate my skin, especially if you put it on."

"Good idea. We'll try it soon. Hey, Jim. Love you."

"You bet. G'night."

~~~

Thursday evening -

"Hello? No, I'm fine. Just missing you. How'd it go today?"

"Really? That's so great! What time is your flight?"

"Yeah, I'll be there. Just don't expect me to keep my hands off of you in the car."

"Damn right I'm horny. I haven't been with my guy all week. You'll be lucky if we make it out of the parking lot..."

"Who's joking?"

"Yeah, I know. 'Sworn officer of the law...' blah blah blah."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, I said I'm sorry! Do I have to grovel, or are you going to tell me where it is?"

"Is this the kind of stuff they teach you in Covert Ops?"

"No shit, Sherlock. I never would have thought of it. Lemme get the little scissors."

"Yeah, I'm being careful. If you had sewed it back up with bigger stitches, it would have been easier to get open."

"No, I'm not sewing it together. It was your idea, you do it when you get home. Besides, if I did it, you'd complain every time you sat on the couch."

"Okay, here goes."

"Oh. My. God."

"Yeah, just a minute..."

"I'm fine, man. Just... a little breathless, y'know?"

"I can't help it. The leather straps look so good on you... and the chains..."

"That wasn't a squeak."

"Was not."

"Can you blame me? I mean, dammit, Jim, I'm about ready to explode here! Hey, wait a minute... Jim, where the hell is that last piece!"

"This isn't funny, man! You've gotta tell me where the chain from the nipple clamps leads to..."

"Mmmm..."

"Uh..."

"Oh..."

"Damn..."

"Calm down, Jim. I'm still here."

"Yeah. I did. I couldn't help it."

"No, I didn't need to see it. Just you telling me about it was enough."

"Yeah, I'm that far gone. So sue me."

"Really? That's so cool. 'Two minds with but a single thought,' and all that stuff."

"No, I wasn't touching myself. Were you?"

"Should I rent a hotel room by the airport for tomorrow night?"

"Well, if you think you can make it all the way back here..."

"Yeah, you're right. It is better in our bed."

"Another surprise?"

"Sorry, Jim! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to drop the phone. You're serious, right? I mean, you wouldn't kid me about this, would you? You really bought all the straps and chains..."

"Oh man, I don't think I'm gonna let you out of bed 'til Monday morning..."

"A matching set? How'd you know my size?"

"Yeah, of course I'll wear them! But I get to put yours on first."

"'Cause I said so. Are you contradicting me?"

"Good. Of course, you may have to be punished a little for that comment. I think red cheeks would look so good with the black and silver... Oh, man, this is disgusting. Everything's sticking to everything else. I've gotta get cleaned up now..."

"I'm looking forward to tomorrow, too. Love you. G'night."

End