Again

Chapter 41: Cecilia

The snow continues to fall all during the next day and it it isn't the fluffy white kind that's beautiful and fun to play in. This is the slush. Rain snow and ice falling together, the heavy grey kind that's a heavy awkward pain in the ass to shovel and is dangerous to drive on.

It's also freezing outside, and so Harry and I have more than enough incentive to stay in the room, in our bed and be a boring old couple. I slept naked and Harry happily did too. I kissed him awake and ordered our breakfast. We brush our teeth, I have the decency to put a robe on, Harry couldn't be bothered. He struts around the room naked, which amuses me more than anything else. I do manage to convince him to put on a towel at least to go to the door for the food.

We eat and talk about some nonsense, and Harry makes me laugh with his incredibly odd logic and a horrible joke here and there. He cleans up our mess as I lay back on the bed, a moment later my always nude boyfriend crawls in bed and rests his head on my lap. I cover him with the blanket.

"I hate that we're stuck inside today, but it's nasty out..."

"We had no where to go anyway." My fingers brush his hair delicately and I smile. "I have a joke for you!"

"Is it dirty?"

"A little bit."

"Tell it."

I take a deep breath and blush as I start the joke. I've gone from cursing like a sailor to blushing at mildly dirty jokes. What is my life right now?

"What's the difference between a snowman and a snow woman?"

"What?"

"Snowballs?"

His face lights up and his eyes squint as a playful grin becomes a laugh that fills the quiet room. I giggle as he recovers.

"That was great, Cilly!"

"Thanks. I picked up alot of them at the home...that's the cleanest one I think."

"Tell me another one. A really dirty one."

"I'm terrible at telling the dirty ones...but I'll try..." I think for a second then giggle to myself. "Okay, so, one day Dave the manager of a store received a memo saying he needed to let someone go, Barbra, his best worker, or Jack, a man with a wife and three kids. Dave was very upset about this and called Barbra into his office to discuss things. 'Barbra I have a problem,' he explained 'I've got to lay you or Jack off, and I don't know what to do.' Barbra sighed and responded saying 'well, you better jack off; I've got a terrible headache!'"

"Oh my god," he said as he laughed again, and grinned up at me still chuckling. "Funny. But I know some much dirtier ones."

"I have no doubt."

"There once was a man from Nantucket-"

"Ewww Harry I hate that one!"

"It's my favorite! But okay then, Ed taught me a million of them; there once was a man from Bonaire-" I stop his words by kissing him. He breathes out a laugh into our kiss as he sits up, facing me before leaning me back on the bed. "Proper little tease you are, Cilly, can spout filth out of that beautiful mouth but can't bear to hear me say any."

"Your mouth is more beautiful than mine." He smiles and rolls his eyes. "And my ears are more delicate than yours."

"Everything about you is delicate. You're my princess."

"Harry...no. I am not a princess."

"You. Are." He kisses my top lip, then my bottom then one cheek then the other, then looks at me with the sweetest smile, and those dimples of course, which he should not be allowed to have on top of everything else. "Okay?"