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Hunnie Pie

Warning: sexual activities

Lindsey woke up with a soft smile on his face, turning over to lay his eyes on his blonde love. He kisses her shoulder, causing her to stir.

"Mmm" she groaned, turning her head to look at him.

"Good morning, angel"

"Good morning, baby" She reached out a hand to stroke his face.

"Have you changed your mind?" He asked and she shook her head against the pillow, mussing her hair.

"No, I'm so happy I can barely stand it"

"I love you."

"I love you too"

"How did you sleep?"

"Better than I have in a long time. I always sleep better when you're beside me"

"Aww, Stevie." He removes her hand from his cheek, kisses her palm lightly and she smiles. "Are you hungry?"

She gets a mischievous look in her eyes and she sits up, climbing on top of him. "Very" she whispers, leaning down to kiss him.

"I will be not be treated like an object" he says from beneath her, feigning offense at her advances.

"Okay" She shrugs, getting off but before she can really get up, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her back down to him. She giggles girlishly as he kisses her over and over.

"Just kidding"

"I don't want to take advantage of you" she says seductively.

"You're not, baby. Do anything you want. You are my queen."

"Ooh, I like the sound of that"

He stares up at her, amazed that just 24 hours ago they could have been strangers. They lived separate lives. Memories of their first night together, almost 20 years ago flashes in his mind as she moves on top of him, the two events melding into one. Their first time took place in the mountains, a king and queen in their temporary kingdom overlooking the entire city of Salt Lake. He had friends there and they were supposed to be skiing, but none of that ever happened. They stayed in their room, drank hot cocoa and made love into the early morning hours, the sun refracting into rainbows off the ice crystals on the windows.  It was mimicked now by her Swarovski hanging on a line, colors dancing around them.

Morning, wake up, cold mountain air
Sunrise outlines curls in your hair
Sweet dreams, your face, still half asleep
You stay up late with or without me

The older we get, there's an ocean
Of people in places we've chosen
And you know how mama keeps saying
We've gotta stop the games we're playing

He strokes her hips, bucking beneath her and causing her to moan. Her sounds echo to him, past and present combined. He wanted to impress her then, but they were comfortable now.

Sweet hunnie pie, this ain't goodbye
It's not over
Come on and close your eyes
What's it gonna take to feel my love?
What's it gonna take to feel my love?