`What`s this?` His voice whispered across my neck as fingers lightly traced the skin of my lower back, tickling the hairs upright.
`What?` I shivered in delight, not really paying attention to the context of the conversation, but rather paying attention to the fact that we were having this conversation at all. That I was naked. That he was naked. That we were both naked. In a bed. Together. And I smiled in remembrance of just what had occurred several hours ago (and at least twice more since then) to get us sans clothes, in this bed, in the first place.
`This scar on your lower back, near your left kidney.` He continued the conversation.
`Oh.` I shrugged, trying to get my mind back to the present and away from the delicious memories of the last few hours. `Battle scar.`
`The war.` I replied evasively, an evil grin flitting over my face. He lightly slapped my butt in rebuke, then continued to trace his fingers over my back.
`Is this the mole?` He asked, finger on a spot just above the right cheek of my bottom.
`Hmmm?` I was distracted again.
`You know, the mole. The one that no one knows the whereabouts of.` His fingers were tracing it lightly, round and round. I could feel the edge of the nail lightly scraping my skin, sending yet more shivers down my back bone and making my skin goose-bump in pleasure.
`Oh. Yeah, I suppose that must be it.` Who cared about the damn mole? Just so long as he kept up that little caress with his fingers. Let`s get our priorities straight here, shall we?
`Huh.` He breathed into my neck. I managed to last all of two minutes before my curiosity overtook my languor.
`Huh, what?` I peered over my shoulder to find him grinning back at me.
`Nothing.` He said evasively. I turned over and mock-glared at him. He kept grinning, ducking down to kiss my lips lightly. I bit his lip gently in punishment, but from his reaction, I`d miscalculated somewhere. I pulled back quite a while later, catching my breath and staring into his eyes with a small gentle smile on my face.
`Two weeks.` He said cryptically. I raised an eyebrow in puzzlement. He smiled down at me. `It`s been two weeks and one date since I retired.` I counted back, and realised he was right. Two weeks ago today, he`d retired. And last night, we`d gone on our first `date` date. He`d picked me up from my house, presenting me with a gorgeous white tulip, and we`d gone out to eat at a small Italian restaurant. Good food, good wine, and a companion who made my skin tingle and my mind stop a truly remarkable feat - made for the most idyllic of dates. As can be attested to by the result. Him. Me. Naked. In his bed, in his house.
`Wow.` I whispered, stroking down his whiskered cheek gently.
`Yeah. If you`re like this on our first date, you`re gonna kill me on the third.` He chuckled, then rolled out of bed before I could retaliate. `One thing`s for sure though,` he continued, `if you do, I`ll die a happy man.`
The door to the bathroom slid shut as he finished his comment, and I lay back with a silly grin on my face, settling into the sheets with a small murmur of content. And started plotting my strategy for our second date. It wasn`t the the third one he should be worried about - that would take care of itself - providing he survived the second. I sat up again as the sound of the shower running caught my attention. I eyed the bathroom door speculatively and swung my legs out of bed. Or possibly even the first.
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