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He sighed softly and met her gaze affectionately. He watched her chest heave and, after having the typical male reaction to moving cleavage, he realized that she was on the edge of hyperventilating. He kept his face confident as he thought quickly. She needed a task, something else to concentrate on. "Why don't we start out with something easy, Elsy?" he asked rhetorically, stepping back slowly, letting the leash stretch out. "I rather need a bath myself, and I think I could use some help." He gave her an encouraging wink and gently shook the leash, causing a little jingling. When he saw her hesitate about moving, looking like she was trying to figure something out, he added with a grin and a little helpful sarcasm, "You can walk, sweetheart. You don't have to crawl everywhere when you're wearing it."

(np)
 
"All I wanted was to go to sleep," she said with a little pout as she climbed off of the bed and stood on the floor there in front of him. She smoothed out the skirt of her dress, staring at it for a moment, still in awe that her dress, from an upscale store in the Houston mall, matched perfectly with a dog collar from some place like PetSmart. She fidgeted a little and then began to follow him to the bathroom, her heart thudding in her chest as he led her along with the jingling metal leash. A million thoughts were zooming through her head about this. It was wrong, it was right. It felt good, it felt degrading. She couldn't decide how she felt about this whole thing. All she really wanted was to go to sleep, and instead, she was about to bathe her...what was he? Her boyfriend? Her...master?
 
"Sometimes we all get more than we bargained for, Elsy. I know I did with you," he answered and smiled, walking into the bathroom in front of her. For some reason, he still felt compelled to hold the door open for her. He leaned down to test the water in the huge bath, turning up the heat just a little after he did so. He turned back towards her and gently used the leash to beckon her closer. He looked her over and then decided the dress was just too perfect, he didn't want her to take it off... yet. He took her hands in his as she came closer and put them on his chest. He wondered if she noticed that his heart was pounding out a rapid, nervous rhythm that matched the anxiety he saw in her eyes.

He might not be as confused as she was, but he thought his nervousness might be somewhere in the same neighborhood; he hadn't ever put these two parts of himself together into one whole. He had of course been aware that he led somewhat of a double life, but Elsa seemed to have made him realize the duality more acutely. He was far from sure about how these two men would manage living together, but, more importantly, he was frightened that if he truly was himself, fully, with her, that the real Nick Anders might not be enough for Elsa. But he was right; he couldn't hide from her. If she couldn't accept him as he was, there was probably never going to be a woman who could. He had to know, and there was only one way to find out.

Slowly, he moved her hands from his chest to his tie and the buttons on his shirt.
 
She walked into the bathroom as he tugged on the leash, her neck moving forward in front of her body as the leash was connected to the collar around her throat. On the one hand, his using the leash to bring her closer was incredibly romantic. It was like he could rope her in and pull her to him, embracing her in his warmth. On the other hand, she was restricted and could only move as far as the leash would let her. She tried not to think about that, hoping that she wouldn't want to be far from him while on the leash. When he placed her hands on his chest and she felt his heart beating rapidly, she relaxed a little. At least he was nervous too. They were in foreign territory with this. She didn't know how many other women he'd dominated this way, but this was the first time she'd ever done anything remotely like this.

When he moved her hands to his tie she loosened it and then pulled it off, letting it fall to the ground. She unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest and torso to her. When his shirt was completely unbuttoned she ran her hands up his body and then to his shoulders, pushing his shirt off behind him. She glanced up at him and then kissed his chest lightly.
 
His breath caught a little as she kissed his chest gingerly, and he barely managed to change the whimper of delight he wanted to let out into something like a contented sigh. For all her pouting and nervousness, she was desperately good at making him feel incredibly special. Her hands and lips had him very on edge. He closed his eyes and started to embrace her, his hands softly coming to rest at the back of her head with a jangle from the moving leash.

The noise from the leash had just the effect that he had hoped. It punctuated everything but the smallest of movements that they made, reminding both of them of its presence. It was lucky too, because he was finding that, though he had meant for it to call her attention, he was needing the reminder to keep from simply melting at her touch. It called him back to the room and he opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and let his fingers slowly invade her soft hair while she continued to kiss his body softly. The fingers of his leash hand slowly, gently tangled themselves in the hair just above the nape of her neck, carefully not pulling her hair as they closed into a fist that held a firm, but not painful grip on her hair. He tensed his arm, careful not to tug; he didn't want to yank on her hair, he merely wanted control of her head. Slowly he pulled her head back, pulling her lips from his chest, until she was looking up into his face. He inclined his head and kissed her, opening his mouth as he did and letting his tongue drag across her lips. He was clear not just requesting, but demanding entry into her mouth.
 
The constant jingling of the leash kept her on edge. It kept her from forgetting where she was, who she was, and what role she was taking. She didn't exactly know what their relationship was, but right at this moment, she knew she was not his girlfriend. She was something else, something different. More special, she knew, but a name for it she could not fathom. She wore no ring from him, she had no promise from him, but somehow she felt that there was a promise between them. A serious one, one that neither of them would break. Or at least, she hoped it was the same for him as it was for her.

She kissed along his chest gently, trailing her lips around him until he gently pulled her head back. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, her eyes still wide and doe-like. She shuddered lightly when he kissed her mouth, her knees starting to buckle beneath her. But she held herself up, demanding control of herself. When he drug his tongue across her lips she opened her mouth obediently, welcoming him in.
 
He responded to her invitation with carefully controlled hunger. His eyes closed and his tongue hotly explored her mouth. There was tension in his body, and he was sure she could feel the tension in his kiss. He was holding himself in check, his tongue just barely not crossing the line to ravaging her mouth roughly. She was soft and compliant in his hands, but still tense. It was unbelievable how exciting she was. Even like this, submitting to his desires, she was a challenge. Everything about her challenged his self control; it would be far too easy to let go and just take her, then let her sleep.

He drank in her lips and mouth as one might a fine wine, savoring her. The hand that held the leash kept his hold on her hair, but the other slowly slid down her shoulder and found both of her wrists. He pulled both of her hands together, then slid them down his chest and over his stomach until her fingers were touching his belt buckle. Slowly he broke their kiss and looked in her eyes. They were so soft and... innocent, wide and nervous. He knew what he felt for her in that moment, but even his mind wouldn't name it or admit it. His nervousness threatened to become fear. He swallowed hard. He slowly worked his stomach out of the knot it was trying to tie. There was time yet, he didn't need to worry yet. She wasn't going anywhere tonight. He slowly pulled a smile onto his face and said, "I really do need a bath, my pet." He paused, letting the nickname hang in the air to see how she reacted, then added, "After... the wonderful release you and I both enjoyed earlier today..."
 
She could feel the incredible tension in his kiss, the control he was exerting over himself, just as she was trying to exert such control over herself. He'd pulled her hands down to his belt buckle. She swallowed once, her lips still humming from his wild and yet restrained kiss. She kept staring up into his eyes, never moving them as she undid his belt. She pulled the leather out of the buckle and felt his pants sag a little. She unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants, letting them fall down to the floor. Then she hooked her fingers into his boxers and pulled those down too. He was naked now there in front of her, and she was fully dressed. It was almost always the opposite with them, but now he was exposed and she wasn't. And yet he still held all of the control.

She didn't know if he was hard or not, but right now that wasn't the point. She didn't even touch him there, running her hands back up his chest after she'd disrobed him. "I will bathe you," she said gently, as if it was a given that she would do that for him. As if it'd been her duty all along and she would never question it. She was still dressed, though, so she would have to sit on the edge of the great tub and wash him instead of being in with him. She almost preferred that too, because despite all of this, she still didn't want to have sex tonight.
 
It was bewildering how much she communicated beyond just what she said. Her tone and manner in just that short statement conveyed subtle messages of submission and affection. He smiled and nodded his head, slowly releasing his hold on her hair. He turned towards the bath and let out a slow breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. It was hard to tell, but he almost felt like she was doing a better job at controlling herself than he was. He was sure she was still nervous, but her voice sounded steady and eager to please.

Nick took a step down into the tub, putting a little distance between them and exposing his naked back to her. The water was warm and he slowly let himself sink into it, careful not to let the handle of the leash slide beneath the surface with him; he didn't want to be holding onto wet leather for the rest of the evening. The metal clanged a little on the tile of the floor (the tub being set into the floor itself, his head was now at her feet as he rested it on the edge of the bath). He rolled his head back and looked up at her. She was so gorgeous, and he could see so much of her legs from here, that he couldn't help his reaction in the warm water. He had already been keyed up from watching her all evening, and he could feel his member growing turgid in the water below him. He closed his eyes; this really was going to be a fight with his self control.
 
When he stepped down into the tub and gradually sank into it, she had to suppress a giggle. For once, he was shorter than her. By a lot. His head was at her feet and he seemingly had no body. She smiled a silly smile but didn't laugh, she didn't want to offend him. She got down onto the floor next to him, lying on her side. Her dress folded around her naturally, most of her legs still shown to him. Her breasts were revealed a little more too, protruding out of the confines of her dress. She picked up the bar of soap that was next to the tub, used by her earlier, and dipped it into the water. She rubbed it over his chest , watching him become soapy and the water become bubbly. That was when she giggled at him. It was like he was a child and she was his mother.

"This is kind of silly," she said to him, her mischievous smile still hanging on her lips. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek playfully, moving the soap up to his shoulders now, down his arm and around his neck to the other side. Cleaning him was hilarious to her, she wasn't sure that she'd be able to keep her composure next time if she had to do it again.
 
He blushed a little when she giggled, hoping she didn't catch it. He looked forward, seeing nothing but her hands as they came around him to soap up his chest. She had a point, and he let out a few chuckles of his own. He turned his head and got a glimpse of her smirk (and a convenient eyeful of her cleavage while he was at it). She was evidently calming down a little, and getting just a tad cheeky. He loved it, but he couldn't let her know. He raised his eyebrow and used his velvety cooing voice to tease her back, "It might be less so when you move your cleaning further south."

His shoulders were nice and soapy now, and he needed a rinse. A thought occurred to him, and a grin spread from one of his ears to the other. He slid a few feet to the left, to one of the four faucets that were used to refill the huge tub after it was cleaned. He wrapped the handle of the leash around the faucet, 'tying' her off. He risked pushing it just a little bit further and said, his voice teasing, but not a trace of meanness in it, "Stay." He winked and slid underneath the water.

He pushed to the bottom and swam to the middle of the tub, there was just enough room for him to make one or two strokes before he would hit the other side. The soap slipped off his shoulders and chest as he remained, submerged, at the bottom of the middle of the tub. He smiled to himself and leaned back, letting himself float back to the surface. He floated on his back for a few moments, naked and erect, a bit of a stupid grin on his face. He turned his head and opened his eyes, hoping to catch her looking, before letting his feet fall back under him and swimming back to her side of the tub. His hair was slick and wet now as he resumed his seat. "Shampoo, darlin'?" he asked in a thicker East Texas accent than she'd heard him use before, a smug grin on his face. This was far too much fun, even if it was drawing a little laughter and giggles from the peanut gallery.
 
She narrowed her eyes when he tied her leash to the faucet. It was like she was tied to the fire hydrant and he was her owner going inside the store. She opened her mouth to protest when he told her to stay, but he was already down underneath the water. She closed her mouth slowly and swallowed what little bit of her pride that she still retained. She sighed softly and sat there and waited for him to resurface. A gajillion thoughts were still zooming through her mind, she was trying to come to grips with something about him. She loved him, she knows that. But she's afraid of that. She's afraid of him ending up rejecting her. Elsa's had problems with boyfriends before, but she'd never come to this level of vulnerability and trust with them.

When he floated upwards and his erection showed, her eyes were drawn to it. It didn't excited her though, and she quickly drew her eyes away, even before he brought his face up. She didn't want to be intimate with him tonight. This game playing was fun, and she loved him, and she would surely want him tomorrow, but now...she was tired.
 
He looked up when she didn't answer and saw the look of thought on her face. The words came out before he really thought about them, "What's wrong, Elsa? You look like you're trying to figure out some particularly difficult quantum mechanics problem." He turned around so that he was bobbing in the water, facing her, rather than sitting with his head by her hand. He searched her eyes, trying to make sure she wasn't panicking. Maybe he'd pushed her too far with that last bit. "Elsa?" he asked again, "you ok, sweetheart?"

(sorry, a little short)
 
She appreciated that he was taking time out of the game to see if she was okay. She smiled and nodded, leaning forward over the tub water and pressing her lips against his softly. She nuzzled his forehead, getting her own a little damp in the process. Then she pulled away from him and got the shampoo bottle. She squeezed some of it in her hand and rubbed it over his hair. "Yes, I'm okay." and then she playfully messed up his already wet hair with the shampoo, soaping him up until he had a giant pile of soap suds on top of him. Then she laughed and fell back some, poking him in the nose and getting soap on him there too.
 
His eyes narrowed playfully as she shampooed his hair and poked him in the nose. "You're lucky I don't want to ruin that dress, cutie," he teased and flicked just a little water in her face before ducking back under the water to rinse his hair off. He resurfaced and continued, "Or else I'd pull you right in here with me." He winked and stuck his tongue out at her for a moment. He moved closer to the edge and found a step to put his foot on so that about half his chest was out of the water. He smiled gently and reached out to her, taking hold of the chain leash, close to where it attached to her collar, and pulling her face close to his. His smile turned from playful to... loving. He kissed her deeply, all passion and deep care, not desire or lust. As he broke the kiss, Nick held her face close and looked in her eyes for a moment. Then his face was playful again and he let go of her leash.

He found a few more steps and pulled himself out of the water until his hips had cleared the edge of the tub and his erection was bobbing a little suggestively in front of her chest. "Ahem... I just have one more area that needs a little cleaning, my sweet little pet."
 
She stuck her tongue back out at him. She knew he wouldn't ruin her dress, he'd just bought it for her (since it was his card she used). Plus, she knew that he knew that she wouldn't like that, ruining any clothes at all let alone knew ones. She was a little surprise when he pulled her closer with the leash, tugging her face until it was right up close to his. She was even more surprised when his face showed love to her. He'd never shown her that before. Lust, desire, playfulness, affection...but never love. When he kissed her, she melted again. She kissed him back, her mouth open and welcoming to his tongue. She held the kiss for as long as he gave it to her, cherishing every single second of it. She loved it when he kissed her, she felt that they were the most intimate in those moments.

She sighed contentedly when he finally pulled away from the kiss and she sat back on her haunches. Then he rose out of the tub and revealed his erection to her again. So he wanted her to clean his manhood. She could be a jerk and actually try to rub it down with soap, but she knew what he really wanted it. And after all of this, she was okay with giving it to him. "Oh? And how do you think I should clean it?" she cooed at him playfully, "Like this?" and then she leaned close and planted her lips on the head, her lips moving over him slowly.
 
He very nearly fell off the step when he saw her start to lean over his member and felt her lips press against it. He really hadn't been expecting that, although, in retrospect, he had to admit it probably sounded like that was what he was asking for. Not that he minded, quite the contrary, but he had been thinking of, and would have been satisfied by, Elsa's soapy fingers working over him. This was, of course, far better, and regardless of what she had thought he was asking for, he preferred to think about this as her going above and beyond; it seemed so sweet and caring of her.

His breath caught short, and when it started again, he was panting. He felt as if he was about to fall over and had to reach out to find things to hold onto, settling one hand on her shoulder and the other on the nearby faucet. His eyes closed, and he took several breaths before answering her. He had to cough and clear his throat to get his voice back.

"I think that this will work," he said, and it would have sounded quite teasing, if his voice hadn't given away how much pleasure he was in by cracking when he felt her tongue brushing the underside of his shaft. He took a couple more breaths before speaking again. His manhood was already starting to throb in excitement and anticipation. "Of course, I think you're running the risk of creating another mess," his voice had started steady on that one, but he ended up moaning out the last four or five words.
 
She raised her eyebrows when he mentioned the mess and playfully pulled off of him and sat back on her haunches. She looked up at him and shook her head, "You're right...I should just stop." and she began to get up, as if she really was going to stop and be done with him completely. She saw the look of painful shock and even a little hurt on his face and fell giggling. She got right back down to where she was and looked up again, all kinds of silly written on her face. "I'm kidding, Nick. Don't stress out," but she enjoyed having given him a little bit of a scare, even if it was only that she had suddenly decided against giving him head.

She leaned forward again and pushed her lips down onto him, quickly working into a natural rhythm. She bobbed her head up and down on him, massaging her tongue against him as she went. Giving him head really wasn't much work for her, she knew exactly how to please him. She knew where to touch and when, what sounds to make, and what movements she should make. For other girls, it might be a lot of effort to give their men pleasure through oral sex, but for it, it was almost second nature. Nick was so obvious with her when he liked something that she could figure it out quickly. She also knew it wasn't going to take him long this time, so she wouldn't be at it for very long.
 
He let out a snarl when she teased him, but he hardly even managed to sound vicious. She was obviously far too perceptive for him to hide even the fact that he had enjoyed being teased. "Naughty girl," he said chidingly. Then, not to be out done in the teasing department, he added in as much of the boss tone as he could muster, between moans and groans, "That sort of behavior is grounds for disciplinary action." There was a long moaning pause, and then he continued, "I may have to institute a new... spanking policy at work, since I know you hate that so much."

He was having fun teasing her, but she was starting to make it impossible to think, much less speak. He grunted and leaned forward, holding onto her shoulder. His body trembled and his toes curled on the step beneath him. His heart was pounding, trying to escape from the ribcage that formed its prison. He could feel himself throbbing harder and more rhythmically in her mouth, and he had to fight to pull his voice back to him. "Elsy, I'm about to cum," he said in a voice barely above a whisper, his gentlemanly side demanding that he warn her (and his more domineering side wanting to see a reaction on her face). It was probably moot anyway, as she was reading him so well, but he still felt compelled to tell her.
 
Her eyes grew a little wide at the prospect of him spanking her at work. He knew, obviously, just how weak that made her. He was going to try to get her back for teasing him like this, for being able to control him with this. And she knew she could control him. She wouldn't ever make it obvious in front of anyone else, but as much as he wanted her to be his little submissive pet, she knew that when she wanted to, she could control his speech, his body movement, and his body functions -- just like she was doing right now. She had enough respect for him though, to not flaunt it when he was obviously trying to work his dominance over her.

She nodded and murred softly when he told her that he was going to cum. She pushed her face down deeper, taking him just to the edge of her throat. She pushed him into it for a little tease, just to set him over the edge, and then pulled back so that when he came she wouldn't choke on him.
 
He was already so on edge that when he felt his head being taken in her throat, and he realized what the feeling was, he lost it. His eyes rolled back in his head and his penis began to pump its seed in her mouth. He gripped her shoulder and the faucet to keep from falling backwards as jolts of pleasure ran through his loins and endorphins flooded his system. Having already been shaken by two climaxes today, the amount of the sticky liquid that his body had on hand to feed her was considerably less than the crazy amount he'd filled her with on his bed, but the sensation was no less intense.

He moved his second hand to her shoulder, holding onto her shoulders with both hands for support as he had this morning. Slowly the waves of pleasure subsided and he was left with the rapid heartbeat and ragged breathing that always accompanied his climax. He suddenly felt very very tired himself, and had she not been there to hold onto, he was sure he would have tumbled backwards into the pool. He looked down at her and his eyes were soft. He pulled his hips back from her very gently to pull out of her mouth. Then he reached one trembling hand down to her throat and unclipped the leash, dropping it to the tile floor with a clanging noise. He held onto her for several moments until he was sure he could stand on his own, then reached to the back of her neck and unbuckled her collar, taking it from her neck and holding it out for her to take in her hands. "Equals again, babe," he said with good humor, adding with soft sincerity, "Though you were never less than me." He smiled down at her and wanted nothing more than to tell her how incredibly pleasing she was to him. He couldn't find adequate words. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to hers, lingering as long as his weary frame would let him.
 
She pulled her head back a little when he began to cum in her mouth, making sure that she wouldn't choke on it. She swallowed it easily, by now extremely used to his taste and texture. She wouldn't necessarily say that she liked the taste of his cum, but she didn't not like it. She sat back and allowed him to pull himself out of her with a slick wet sound. She smiled at him when he unclipped the leash and sat back completely on her haunches. She reached behind her neck and unclasped the collar, laying it on the tub next to the water. She kissed him and murred softly again as his lips pressed against hers. Then she pulled away and stood up, reaching over and grabbing a towel for him. She handed it to him and then smiled, "I'll meet you at the futon," and gave him a devilish little smile.

She walked out of the bathroom and got to the futon. She didn't even bother to change her clothes, she just rolled over onto it and stuffed her face into one of the pillows there, waiting for him.
 
He took the towel and grinned as she walked off. He dried off quickly and walked to the adjoining master bedroom, which she evidently had no intention of using tonight. He found himself some blue satin pjs that looked like they might go well with her dress, although they were a bit shiny by comparison. He chuckled and pulled on only the pants. He tugged the comforter off of the bed and grabbed a couple of the pillows to augment what was on the futon she had folded out and dragged everything out to the great room area.

"No master bedroom for you, eh, Elsy?" he asked to announce his presence in the room. He shook his head noting, as he figured, she was planning on sleeping in the dress. He threw the pillows he was carrying next to her head and tossed the comforter out over her. He crawled in next to her and carefully crawled over her to get to the windows, as she had chosen the side next to the large glass windows that dominated the wall and provided the view of the water lapping at the beach. He slid one or two of them partially open and the chiffon curtains billowed as the salty sea breeze entered the room and the waves gently crashing as they rushed up the beach became the dominant sound. He crawled back over her with a kiss to her cheek and turned out all the lights in the room; the effect was magnificent. With the lights out, the moon hanging low over the ocean was the dominant light outside. As the beach below them was his private property, there were no lights along the beach to mar the reflecting light of the stars and moon reflecting off of the ocean surface.

She felt him snuggle up behind her before she had managed to take in everything the view provided.
 
She gazed out at the beautiful Gulf of Mexico when he opened the windows, the soft chiffon curtains billowing. The curtains hid and revealed the gulf as they pleased, as if teasing her. They would only show what the wind allowed them to show her, like a game. She laughed softly, taking in a deep breath. She could smell the wonderful scents of the water and the beach. Even though this beach was different than beaches along the Atlantic, she didn't love it any less. More, even, because she was here with Nick. She realized that they hadn't fought the entire day. This had to be the first day that they'd never had an argument, never had a knockdown drag out. She'd cried, sure, but it wasn't really because of him.

When he snuggled up to her she rolled over to face him, forgetting about the view. She snuggled her face into his bare chest and curled her legs up, glancing up at him quickly with a smile before closing her eyes, finally getting that sleep she wanted.
 
Nick had several things still on his mind, but when he saw Elsa's face, he could see the weariness. He held her silently and was amazed at how quickly she drifted off. The events of the day rolled through his mind. Waking up in the wee hours, still dressed from waiting up for her on the couch. The quick trip to her home and the first time he'd seen her enthusiastic about anything that involved him. The first time he'd felt really happy in months, maybe years, only to feel slightly betrayed and lied to when he realized that the choice of breakfast restaurant was a bit of a play on her part. The excitement when he realized that despite her resistance, she really did have feelings for him, attraction to him. And then the fear of losing her and the exhilarating feeling of triumph and freedom as he realized that Jen was really gone, and he still had Elsa. At least for tonight, he thought. Would he finally push her too hard, too far, at some point and send her crying from him? Or worse, would she find that she simply didn't like him after a few days of getting to know him as he had always wanted to live, himself, whole? He felt a little terrified, but reasoned with himself that there was no point. He was already vulnerable, already on that limb. She could snap his heart and being into tiny little pieces just by saying that she wanted someone or something else. There was no point fearing the heights when you had already jumped.

The thoughts were difficult to bear, and he found himself not wanting to sleep as he looked at her and held her, though he was dead tired. He wouldn't even admit to himself the reason he could pry his eyes away, couldn't stop stroking her hair or gently squeezing her against him: She might not be next to him tomorrow night.

He didn't know how long it took, but eventually sleep found him. He slept fitfully, sure that he was making a little bit of commotion next to her, but every time his eyes opened drearily, she still appeared to be asleep. When he finally roused in the morning, it was from sunlight pouring into the house from the opposite wall. He hadn't set any type of alarm clock. She was still slumbering peacefully, and for some silly reason, he felt greatly relieved to still see her there. As if she might have wandered off or disappeared in the night. Careful not to wake her, he slowly got out of bed and, after a quick trip to the bathroom, went into the kitchen to see what was in the fridge. It was a little sparse, but the cleaning staff had at least put some eggs and a few other things in there. He wished he had more fresh produce, but started to quietly get some things out to make some omelettes. By the time he heard her starting to wake up, he had fried some bacon and was starting the first one.

"Morning, gorgeous," he called softly from the kitchen.
 
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