For Your Eyes Only

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Chapter Four

For Your Eyes Only

Hermione stood in front of her full-length mirror in the bedroom she gladly shared with her husband, studying her body. She wasn't worried that Severus would come in and catch her; he generally stayed in his office until nine or later marking essays and the like.

She was looking for a solution to a slight problem nibbling at her. It had only been a week since she'd been married, and her husband hadn't touched her since their wedding night. When they'd made lo...er, shagged, she'd thought it had been wonderful and thought that he'd felt the same...or at least he'd hinted at it during their conversation that following morning. Obviously, she'd been mistaken.

They'd had plenty of lively conversations during breakfast for the past week on many different subjects. It seemed to her that the man could speak with at least a little authority on any subject that she brought up. Nothing for them was dull in that area. The more she was around him, the more interesting he became.

What really surprised her was the fact that she didn't long for Ron. They'd never had conversations about anything for any length of time that didn't involve Quidditch or his family. Looking back on her relationship with her ex, Hermione realized that they would never have made a long-term commitment work between them. They were just too different, and they'd never seemed to have the companionship that she and her soul mate had found.

She and Ron had argued more than not...and not the passionate let's make up in the bedroom kind. He certainly never challenged her intellectually or made her re-think what she knew to be true. Couldn't argue several different sides of one subject. All at once, it hit her. We had to have Harry as a buffer! Alone, we never went fifteen minutes without an argument or hurt feelings! That was a sobering thought indeed. She never would have found the easy companionship with Ron that she'd found with Severus.

She started biting her lip, as was her habit when nervous or trying to work out a difficult problem. She wanted her husband again, more than she actually cared to admit, but didn't feel comfortable enough making the first move. How can I get him to make an advance when I'm not sure that he even wants me?

It's weird that I never seemed to want Ronald this much. Actually, I never even thought of sex with him unless he initiated it, and then it was more of wanting to do it because I knew he wanted to. I never... ached for Ronald. Why is it then that after only a week I want Severus almost more than I want to take my next breath? She started to feel a little guilty, but brushed that feeling aside quickly. She didn't actually believe that Ron was truly in love with her, although she knew he did love her. There is a difference between the two!

Her brow furrowed when she'd started thinking of Severus again and remembered his talk with Lucius Malfoy. Obviously, he enjoys sex. Threesomes. Really! But he must enjoy a certain... type of woman, and I don't fit the bill. She'd found a Playwizard magazine and looked up the notorious Sophia. From his conversation with Malfoy Sr., he seemed not only to already know who she was, but liked what she looked like very much. Well, Hermione knew that she definitely couldn't compete with that perfect body.

Sophia was full and lush. Her breasts were big and her waist was small. Her hips flared out just the right amount to give her generous curves, and she had long, straight, shiny black hair. Her eyes had been the deep dark brown of her Italian heritage. She'd had a look on her face that seemed to say, 'I know what you want, now come and get it.' The woman was...in a word...gorgeous.

Hermione concentrated on her own face and body as she remembered that picture. She considered herself... plain. Nothing special. She wasn't flat-chested, nor was she overly busty. She was average, she supposed. Her waist was small, but her hips didn't really flare enough to give her any curves.

Although she'd learnt to tame the frizz, her hair was still very curly. Her eyes were a dull brown, not at all exotic like the illustrious Sophia. She tried a sultry look and laughed at herself.

She'd tried to look up Avery's sister in an old Hogwarts annual, but most had been destroyed, so she'd never found a picture of the mysterious ex-lover of her husband. She sighed. Hermione was never one to try to compete with other girls, but she really wanted her husband's attention. It amazed her how much she'd come to care about him in such a short time.

She remembered a conversation with her mother when she'd asked advice about Ron. Hermione had tried to be logical, but her mother had insisted that love was anything but. "You'll know it when you feel it, my dear. I have no doubt that you have strong feelings for the Weasley boy, but from talking with you now, I'd never say I can see love shining in your eyes. Love can build over time, or it can strike lightning fast."

Hermione had laughed. "Mum, I've never believed in 'love at first sight' or that you can 'just suddenly' fall in love."

Her mother had frowned at her then. "Well then, I'm sorry for you, dear. And hopefully, you will be proved wrong one day."

Suddenly, her musings were interrupted when the bedroom door burst open and the man of her distress walked into the room. She yelped, started to cover herself with her hands, and then stopped, as an idea occurred to her. Well, here you have it, Severus. Do with me what you will.

"Oh, um... Pardon me. I had no idea that you weren't dressed." He turned stiffly and started to go out of the door when she called to him.

"Severus! Wait a minute."

"It's no problem, Madam," he said with his back to her. "I will come back and speak with you when you are dressed."

"So, I'm right. I don't affect you whatsoever, do I?" She turned her face away and wished desperately she had a robe or something close by to cover herself with.

Severus stopped and really looked at his wife. She seemed so... vulnerable. When he'd walked into the room and saw her standing there, the stirring in his loins had nearly done him in. He'd known that he needed to make a hasty exit before revealing that. Not affect him? At the moment, he couldn't remember ever wanting a woman more.

"Yes, you affect me." He didn't want to elaborate until he heard more of what she wanted from him. He'd not be humiliated.

"Well then, why haven't you... you know... touched me since our wedding night? I mean, I know I'm no Sophia or anything, but if you'd show me what you like, I'll try to please you." She laughed nervously, forgetting she was not supposed to know who Sophia was.

"For one thing, I wasn't sure my... intentions would be accepted. Secondly, who is Sophia? I am not sure who you mean." Then it hit him suddenly, and he raised his eyebrows. Lucius' Playwizard model. So, she did hear us. Eavesdropped is more like it, the little chit.

She chose to ignore his second statement, as she'd seen the realization in his eyes when he'd remembered who Sophia was, and address the first. She wasn't in the mood to talk about Sophia with her husband anyway. She was nervous enough as it was. "They would be," she informed him quietly. "Very much so."

"I see." And he was beginning to see more than she was saying. She's insecure about herself. I should have noticed before.

"Hermione," he said, deciding to use her first name, as it sounded more intimate, "have I ever given you any reason to believe that I think you're not attractive?"

"I can answer that in four words. I see no difference."

He immediately knew what she was referring to and cringed. Damn and blast! Will everything from my past forever haunt me? "That's not entirely fair. You were very young and my student. Let me re-ask the question. Have I given you any reason since we've been married to believe I find you unattractive?"

"Other than not wanting to touch me? No."

"It's not that I haven't wanted to. I didn't know that you've wanted me to, and I didn't want you to feel obligated to... be with me because you felt you owed it to me. I'd rather relieve myself in the shower than have you under those circumstances."

The image of Severus masturbating in the shower popped into her mind, and Hermione flushed from head to toe, which was hard for her to hide, as she was standing there in her all together. "It wouldn't be that. Never that." She gathered up her courage. "I truly do want you."

Deciding there'd been enough words between them and that he needed to show her rather than tell her, Severus walked to her and stood just inches from her body. "Let me assure you, the feeling is very mutual, Hermione."

He leaned in slowly and gently pressed his lips to hers. She immediately opened for him, and he pulled her close. Content to hold and kiss her for the moment, he stood there and savored her mouth and arousing responses while rubbing his hands all over her soft, smooth skin.

She moaned slightly as she stepped in, wanting to be as close as possible to him. She felt completely lascivious standing there totally naked, kissing him while he was fully clothed. It was very titillating.

He struggled for control as she all but wrapped herself around him. Lord, she is so responsive! He never imagined he would be fortunate enough to find someone who would completely lower all of her inhibitions and fully accept him as he was. But that was exactly what Hermione was doing, whether she realized it or not.

Leaning in close to her ear and whispering, he said, "Let's move closer to the bed so that we won't fall, and I'll extinguish the candles for you."

"No!" she yelled and backed up only enough so that she could look into his eyes. "I want them lit unless you want it dark." She suddenly felt unsure again, so she averted her eyes.

"Hermione," he began patiently, "it's okay. I understand why you would want it dark."

"But I don't want it dark, Severus. Not at all. I love looking into your eyes when you are passionate about something we're talking about; they're so dark and brooding." Hermione lifted her hands to frame his face. "I would like to see how you look at me while we're..." She was becoming embarrassed and couldn't finish the sentence.

"Making love?" he finished for her.

She smiled shyly and nodded. She realized that her husband thought she believed he was ugly, but she didn't...not anymore. Not like she had when she'd been younger, and he'd been her mean Potions professor.

Now that she'd gotten to know all the different sides of him, she was more intrigued by him than ever. He was becoming more attractive to her everyday.

"All right then. If it's truly what you wish, we'll leave them lit."

She stood there silently, looking up at him with her big, warm, chocolate eyes. He smiled down at her and placed his hand on her face as he lowered his head and began to kiss her once again.

She reached up as he was devouring her mouth and started unbuttoning his robes, fingers shaking with the desire he was inspiring in her.

He moved his hand down her belly and brushed over her curls, never touching her where she was aching the most. Instead, he moved his hand to her thigh and began rubbing it from the top to as far down as he could reach.

Once she'd finished unbuttoning his robes and shirt, she pulled them down his shoulders and let them drop to the floor. Feeling emboldened from discovering he really did want her, she dropped to her knees to unfasten his trousers.

Looking up into the heat that seemed to radiate from his eyes, she gently laid her hand on his bulge and massaged. "Yesss," he hissed as he closed his eyes and rocked gently. She bent and gave him an open-mouthed kiss on his bulge over his trousers. His eyes snapped open as he looked down into her face. He shuddered with need.

Slowly, she unbuttoned the buttons and lovingly caressed him as he became revealed to her. "Severus," she whispered. She bent once more and kissed his flesh this time. "I want to taste you."

He couldn't speak. He was so awed and amazed by her and filled with such need that he thought he might explode at any moment. Severus simply looked down at her and laid his hands on the top of her head lightly, giving the lead to her.

Remembering that words seemed to arouse her husband, Hermione leaned down and, going by instinct, licked him from tip to end and back, then told him, "I've never done this before. I've never felt the urge to do this to anyone before you, and now, now I not only want to, but I have a need to. I have such a need for you right now, Severus. I don't fully understand it." She couldn't explain where this empowering need had come from; she only knew that it was.

He felt humbled. He'd wanted her to use her mouth on him desperately, but couldn't fight the need building inside of him any longer. Overwhelmed, he too went down on his knees and grabbed her somewhat roughly to him. "Hermione," was all he said as he dragged her mouth to his and feasted.

She lifted her arms around his neck and pressed herself into him, shaking and moaning. "I don't remember ever feeling this way."

"Yes, I know. I feel it, too." He lowered her to the floor, knowing he'd never make it to the bed, and allowed her to take him into her hand as he laved and nibbled her breasts. "At this moment, I feel as if I'll never have enough of you." He marked her this time, right on top of her heart.

She answered, so far gone in her passion she barely knew what she'd said. "I don't want you to. Don't stop, Severus. Never stop."

"Say it, Hermione! Tell me what you want, what you need." He wanted more than to just feel her desire for him...he needed to hear it.

"You...all I want is you. Filling me. Inside me. All around me. Come inside of me...now, now, now..." She chanted. She was lost in her desire for him, and he knew that at that moment, she thought of nothing else.

Half delirious himself, Severus thrust into her and stilled, looking down into her face. Here she was...his wife. Wanting and needing him. Suddenly, he had an urge to be tender.

He slowly moved inside of her as she lifted her legs to wrap them around his back. "Look at me," he demanded.

She opened her eyes, unable to do anything except follow his command. She became lost in his eyes and felt truly wanted by a man for the first time.

Oh, she'd known Ron had wanted her, but never like this. Never to the extent that it seemed as if he'd forgotten everyone and everything else. She'd always felt like she was being compared to others before her and found lacking.

With Severus, she felt like she was desired. Desired with nothing lacking. Hermione hadn't realized how much she'd needed to feel those things until now.

Severus tilted her hips and thrust in as deeply as he could go. He groaned and began to pick up the pace. He knew he was near the end, but he wanted her to finish with him. Circling her clit, he commanded her, "Come for me. Hermione, come for me!"

It was his voice that triggered it, and she came with a low satisfied moan. She clung to him as she felt him empty himself into her. When he started to roll away, she grabbed him.

"No, not yet. I'm not made of glass, you know."

He relented and stayed tangled up with her. After quite a few moments had passed, he told her, "Hermione, I am going to fall asleep. I need to move."

When she didn't answer, he asked, "Hermione?" Concerned because she was still quiet, he looked down and noticed that she'd already fallen into a satiated sleep.

Chuckling, he rolled off of her but immediately pulled her back against his chest possessively, not caring that they were still on the floor. Sighing happily, Severus drifted off for the first time with his wife contentedly asleep in his arms.

*** *** ***

Ginny lay in bed, watching her husband sleep. It was hard for her to reconcile this Draco with the Ferret of days past. He'd been treating her respectfully and tenderly.

Nothing like the wedding night fiasco. She took half...or if she was honest, most...of the blame for his actions that night. He'd started out sweet and caring, and had she not hurt him, he would never have left that way. She was very glad he'd come back.

After having sex with him that first time, she'd been amazed and surprised that she could feel so extensively for him. What she felt though, exactly, she couldn't say. And almost every night this week, he'd wanted her. She smiled remembering. He sure was a lusty wizard.

She leaned down close to his neck and sniffed him. She loved the smell of him, all manly and sexy. She loved to lick him just there. He loved it, too, by his reactions when she did so.

Her brow furrowed as she thought of Harry. She was beginning to realize that she couldn't have felt the encompassing love that she'd believed. Oh, she knew that she'd loved Harry...there was no mistake about that...but it couldn't have been as deep and desperate as she'd thought. Before she'd thought of him constantly...most definitely daily...but this was the first time this week that he'd entered her mind. Odd, that. I wonder if it's because of all the... sex I've been having with Draco.

Now she seemed to be feeling... all mixed up over Draco Malfoy. Her husband. She knew that he had feelings for her, and that touched, as much as frightened, her. He'd told her once that he'd noticed her in his sixth year. She still found that hard to believe. He insisted it was true though. But why?

He sometimes brought her little gifts. Flowers once. Honeyduke's finest chocolates another time. A bottle of perfume and perfumed soaps and lotions. Her most treasured item was her personal monogrammed stationary. He'd told her that his mum had loved writing personal notes...thank yous, invitations, and such...on monogrammed stationary. Ginny could certainly see why.

His actions baffled her though. She kept trying to figure out his angle and what he was up to. On the surface, his feelings, whatever they truly were, seemed genuine. Not that she thought he loved her, but he did seem to care a great deal for her. But then, he'd been a Death Eater, and he knew how to lie about what he felt. She came to the realization that she didn't want it to be a lie because she was starting to care about him, too.

Even though she didn't know exactly what it was she did feel, she knew that this past week had been very nice and... relaxing. She smiled to herself again and stretched lazily.

Looking down into her husband's face, she gently stroked his hair, not wanting to wake him. Ginny loved both the color of his hair and, especially, his eyes. She could lose herself in his gorgeous, gray eyes. When he felt passion, they were dark and stormy, the way Ginny thought them the most beautiful.

She sighed. If she was not careful, she was going to develop some very deep feelings for this man. It was easy to tell herself that she could still control her feelings when it came to her husband, but she knew it was a lie.

Quietly, she slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom for a shower. She didn't want to wake him; he had to go meet his father in a couple of hours to go over wedding party plans. When he'd told her she didn't have to go with him, she'd proceeded to show him how thankful she was for it.

She still shivered when she remembered the way Lucius Malfoy had looked at her. She remembered feeling so happy that morning after the night she'd spent with her husband...until she had walked in and found Lucius Malfoy in her doorway.

For a moment, she couldn't move. When she looked at Draco's father, all she'd seen was the diary, and all she remembered was her first year and being responsible for all of those horrid things. Knowing that she'd hurt innocent people was worse for her than almost dying. He'd caused the same reaction in her when she and the others faced him at that Ministry. Then, he turned his eyes...Draco's eyes...towards her. The look in them made her feel like a helpless first year again, not someone who'd fought grown Death Eaters in a battle.

That look was all that it took for her to remember that she had been standing there in a towel only. Needing escape, she made an excuse and fled. As if walking away brought her out of her trance, she took her parting shot. She'd wanted him to remember exactly who she was. No, she'd never be comfortable around him. Thank God Draco seemed to understand that.

Turning on the shower and adjusting the water to the right temperature, Ginny stepped in and sighed in bliss.

Draco had been awake while his wife had been studying him. He knew she was starting to have feelings for him, and that made him happy. I just wish that I knew what she'd been thinking of so hard.

When she'd leaned down to sniff at his neck, it was all he could do not to throw her on her back and devour her whole. Ginevra had never made the first move with him.

When his wife had tenderly stroked his hair, he felt a small bubble of hope form around his heart. He was growing on her. He wanted Potter out of her brain and...if he'd had his way...life forever. Draco was no fool. He knew that would never happen, but a man had to have dreams, right?

He decided to surprise his wife and slipped quietly out of bed. He walked into the bathroom, naked, as that was how they'd both been sleeping all week, and gently pulled the shower curtain back so that he'd not startle her. "Need your back washed?"

Ginny jumped a little and then turned to smile. "I wouldn't mind."

He joined her and just stood there, looking at her as the water ran lazily over her body. Having a shower together was something they'd never done before. She seemed to tremble a little under his intense gaze, so he lightened the look and smiled. "You look good wet, Mrs. Malfoy. I do so enjoy the view."

"Well, you're not so bad yourself, Mr. Malfoy. I thought there was a rumor going around about a back wash?"

"Oh, indeed." Draco smiled. She'd just recently started to flirt a little with him. She was still testing the grounds, he knew. That was fine with him, as they had a lifetime to figure it out.

He grabbed her bottle of body wash that he'd bought for her and poured some onto a flannel. Moving to stand a little closer, he began to gently wash her back and shoulders, then he moved down to her bottom...where he'd spent more time than necessary...before going on to her legs.

Ginny's head fell back as she closed her eyes in ecstasy while her husband washed her, and he hardened at the expression on her face. It was the face she made while making love. He gently turned her around.

He poured more body wash on the cloth and began with her front side, starting at her legs and going up this time. When he'd reached her center, she was just starting to feel the first tingling of arousal. Draco leaned in and kissed her there.

Her eyes snapped open. "Draco, what are you about?"

"I'm going to do what I've wanted to do since our wedding night. I am going to love you with my mouth here," he told her as he began to massage her, causing her arousal to move up a few notches.

She reddened and looked over the top of his head. "Oh, I don't know, Draco. You don't really have to do that. I can't even imagine that you'd want to do that..."

"Believe it. I want to do it. I want to taste you. Look at me, Ginevra," he demanded. When she looked down, he told her, "You're really going to like it, and I really want to do this."

She simply nodded and looked over his head again. He knew that she was embarrassed, but he would soon make her forget that and everything else.

He leaned in and started with her knee. When he moved to the inside of her knee, she involuntarily closed her legs a little more. "Spread your legs, baby." When she didn't move, he looked back up into her face. "Ginny, open up for me, okay?" She didn't say anything, only opened her legs a little. Draco smiled. "Just a little more." She did, but he could tell she didn't really want to.

He leaned back in and licked the inside of her thigh and slowly worked his way to her center, sucked easily on her clit, and moved to lick down the inside of her other thigh. When she gasped from the pleasure, Draco lifted his head so that he could see her expression. Her head was thrown back once more, and her eyes were closed. He smiled. She's so beautiful.

He grabbed her bottom and pulled her closer, and then leaned into her and used his tongue to torture her. He licked the outer part first before nibbling firmly but gently. She began to moan, and when he placed his tongue inside of her and moved it around, she cried out in pleasure. Damn, I wish I could see her face!

She began to rock her hips, just doing what came natural. Draco applied more pressure with his tongue, and then he moved it back to her clit as he inserted two fingers into her. His tongue and fingers moved together.

When he could feel her becoming close, he sucked hard on her clit and circled his fingers faster. She grabbed his hair and pulled as she came, calling out, "Oh, my God! Draco!"

When she finished, he quickly stood and grabbed her thighs. Lifting her up, he roughly thrust into her. She leaned her head back against the wall, wrapped her legs around him, and enjoyed the ride, as it was difficult for her to move.

Gray eyes met brown, and he never took his off of hers as he loved her. She lifted her head and kissed him, tasting herself mixed with his flavor. It was erotic to her.

Draco was too excited, so he knew he was never going to last. "I'm going to come, baby. I can't hold back."

"It's okay, Draco, let go. I've already... When you... Um, ah! Yes! Oh, that feels so good! You can..."

He came before she could finish her sentence. He placed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. He was slightly disappointed because he'd wanted to make her have one more orgasm before he'd finished. He had never had any problems doing that before, but then, no other woman had ever excited him this much before.

"Baby, you're going to be the death of me." He lifted his head and shook it. He was still holding her up and was inside of her. Looking into her eyes, he told her, "I'm sorry."

Her eyes widened in complete shock. "What for? That was amazing." She wrapped her legs more firmly around his back, secretly glad that her husband was able to hold her up.

"Yes, you are too amazing. That is why I couldn't hold back any longer. You feel too damn good." His legs and arms were starting to tremble from holding her, so he gently put her back on her feet. "I wanted you to come one more time." He was almost petulant, but he caught himself.

"Well, we'll have to practice more to get it just right, eh? The way you want it?"

Kissing her, he said, "I have heard that practice makes perfect."

Suddenly serious, Ginny grabbed Draco's face with both of her hands. She'd noticed his expression and wanted him to understand. "Honestly, that was wonderful. You were wonderful. Nobody has ever made me feel this way, Draco. I promise you that."

That lifted his spirits immensely. He knew what she was telling him...that Potter specifically had never made her feel this way...and he was grateful. "It's the same for me. I just want you to know that, Ginevra."

She turned her face away so that they lost eye contact. "Sure," she said as she shrugged.

She didn't believe him, he could tell. "Let's get out of the shower, okay?" She nodded. They turned off the water, stepped out, and began to dry off. After they'd brushed their teeth, he started to walk out, but turned to her before he reached the door.

"Ginny," he called to her, and she looked up. "I know that I've been with others; I can't change that. But when I tell you that none of them have made me feel the way you do, I mean it. I wouldn't say it if I didn't."

He turned and walked out of the bathroom then so he could dress, wondering just what it was about his wife specifically that made that statement true. Draco couldn't pinpoint one single thing, so he left it at that. Perhaps it's the soul mate thing...

After he pulled his trousers on, he peeked back in the bathroom to see what his wife was doing. She was putting on the lotion he'd gotten her. That made Draco smile as he walked back to his wardrobe to grab a shirt.

When he'd finished dressing, he called out, "Ginny? I'm going to the manor now."

She walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She'd magically dried her hair and then put her make-up on. Smiling, she walked towards him. Putting her arms around his neck, she kissed him long and deep. "Have a nice time, love."

When she started to move, he grabbed her and pulled her back, wanting to kiss her again. She probably didn't even realize she called me love, but I don't care. "Bye, baby."

When he left, she fell back on the bed and smiled. It was turning out to be a great day.

*** *** ***

In a dank room above a bar in Knockturn Alley, two former Death Eaters sat and planned. "He'd pay plenty to get her back. He's got it to spare, too."

"Yeah, my sources tell me that he inherited all of his mum's money from her share of the Black fortune. Turns out, he got the Lestranges' half, too."

"You don't say! How?"

"Well, when they were kissed by the Dementors, Bellatrix's money went to her sister, Narcissa, per her will. Of course, in Rodolphus' will, it stated that all he had went to his wife. So, when they were kissed and since everything went to Narcissa, because she'd died in the war, it all reverted to her son."

"Fuck me! He's likely more wealthy than his old man!"

"I'd say so. And you remember how he'd talk about the Weasley chit some at those meetings. He wanted her, even back in school. Well, he wanted to fuck her anyway. I can't imagine why he'd marry her. I always thought he was for Pansy."

"Damn, man! Who cares about all that shite? I'm not here to gossip about that; I'm here to make plans. It will likely take a couple of months to work it all out. We need a place to keep her. Have to have food for her... Stuff like that. Have to study up on wards and the like so she won't be able to escape."

"You're right. I'll look in my father's old library. There's bound to be some sort of book we could use in there. In the meantime, you be looking for a place."

"Fine. We'll meet back here same time next week."

"Agreed." When his accomplice turned to go, he told him, "And be sure to find a comfy bed."

Laughing, the man replied, "Oh, mate. That goes without saying.

After the first Death Eater had gone, the second sat on the chair and looked out of the dirty window. "We're going to pay you back, you filthy traitor. And have a little fun with the wife in the process. Too bad we can't go for Snape while we're at it. He was the worst traitor of all."

He laughed just thinking about Ginny Malfoy. "Yeah, she's a looker all right. Wonder if you'll still want her after we've used her in every way possible? Bet not. Ah, well, mores the pity. Enjoy her while you can...I sure plan to."

Christy's Notes: Looks like feelings are coming to the surface for both couples. Mature, adult feelings are quite different from teenage lust. Hmm. Something wicked this way comes...watch out, Ginny!

The title of this chapter is a song by Sheena Easton from the year 1981.

Southern's Notes: Ah, moving right along then.