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Follow the sound of my heartbeat.

Before Longshot, Robbie and Miyuki had left for camp, Alison had politely, but firmly asked Robbie and Miyuki to find fun diversions in camp. Lengthy ones. She wanted her husband all to herself at least until sunset.

It took about an hour to organize, but when Alison finally retired upstairs, the lights were out and the shades drawn on all the floors. The only illumination came from tiny, floating candles in shallow water dishes placed on every other step on the stairs. One the landing of each floor, she had placed an item for him to find.

On the first floor, at the bottom of the stairs, a CD copy of his favorite French singer's newest album was tied with a gold ribbon. A tag attached to the ribbon read, Follow the lights.

On the second floor, a package wrapped in shiny red paper and silk ribbon. The tag read, Don't open this yet.

On the third floor landing, a second package was wrapped in white, shiny paper and ribbon. The tag read, Not yet. Keep moving.

On the fourth, two long-stemmed wine glasses waited for him.

The candles continued up the stairs to their bedroom. Inside, dozens of red candles of every size were lit in containers all over the bedroom. Spread out in front of the balcony doors was a soft fleece blanket. Several covered dishes were set out on it and two bottles chilled in a bucket of ice.

The tiny, floating candles created a path from the door to the bathroom where rose scented steam rolled out from under the door. Inside, Alison was sitting on the edge of the filled bathtub in a red silk robe. She drew small circles on the tile at her feet with her toe and waited for her husband to arrive. Hopefully, it would be before the food or the water got cold.

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He kissed her back as he slipped an arm around her waist. "Mm. No big noses. I don't want my skin to not stretch and I lose penis instead."

He stomach rumbled softly for once. "Need food. Before your neck looks too tasty to resist."

"Yes, let's not lose that, please." She grinned and wiggled playfully in his lap. "I have plans for it."

She started opening and unwrapping the food. Her 'feed husband' instinct was almost on par with her 'sex with husband' instinct. She piled a cracker up with cheese and ham slices and held it out to him.

"Open up."

"Sq-uh, good plans for it, I hope." He caught himself before saying squishy. His wife didn't like that terminology.

As requested, he opened his mouth wide. Because letting his wife feed him was just fine in his book. As long as he got to do the same to her. But not right at the moment.

"Very, very good plans. I guarantee you both will enjoy them."

She smiled as she slid the cracker into his mouth carefully. No choking for him. She patted his chin gently and curled back up against him.

"Mrf," he enthused with a mouthful of cracker. He closed his mouth and chewed carefully so as to not get any crumbs on her. He waited until he was done chewing to nuzzle her neck.

He snagged a piece of cheese and carefully held it up for her. They both had been energetic. She needed food as much as he did.

"Mmmm." She smiled at the nuzzling. One day, many, many years down the road, the fact that he never stops might start being a little tiresome. This was not that day. Tomorrow wasn't looking like it, either...

She took the cheese he offered to her, biting it carefully until it was too small to bite any longer. She winked at him and nibbled lightly at the tips of his fingers.

He giggled a little at the finger nibbling. He kissed her neck before putting his mouth by her ear. "Do I taste better than cheese?"

His other arm remained around her waist; his hand rested lazily on her hip. His middle finger brushed back and forth, rolling his wedding band back and forth against her skin. He was trying to suss out if he was supposed to be watching the movie on the television or not.

"You taste better than anything." She laughed softly and snuggled close, enjoying the feel of his finger stroking her hip. Their rings still made her happy any time she thought of them.

She turned her head and glanced at the television screen for a few minutes. One of her hands trailed lazily up and down his chest. He was a very distracting movie-watching companion.

"Better than tiramisu?" He did not understand her love of coffee-icked dessert. Or whatever. But she was indulgent of his cannoli obsession. Maybe because he was very much more obsessed with her and her happiness.

He reached over and plucked up a couple pieces of ham. He popped one in his mouth and offered her the other. There was a distinct feeling they both might need plenty of food before becoming totally distracted from the big schnoz movie.

"Even better than tiramisu. Better than ice cream. Better than chocolate." She nodded as she spoke, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder.

She took the offered ham and chewed it slowly, more interested in snuggling against him than she was eating.

Distractedly eating was still eating. He waited until she was done with that piece of food then started on the next. He wanted both of them to have energy for more than snuggling later. He wasn't sure if three was the magic number or not. But it was better than two.

Also, snuggling was good! She didn't need to be distracted by feeding him if she kept up the snuggles. Even as shifted a little against him.

He reminded himself to wait until the food was gone. Crunched crackers were hard to get out of the futon couch.

Alison leaned up to kiss him softly before she accepted the next bite of food he offered. Technically, she should be feeding him. She'd get back to it in a moment. Right now, she was enjoying being spoiled a little.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her face against his skin.

Hey! Look! They did something on that movie. Something involving... uhm. Something not involving Alison. Longshot had seen enough parts of the movie to string together the movie in his mind. So he didn't mind missing parts.

It wasn't as good as Finding Nemo to his mind, but it had swordfights. And the mush Ali liked. And the ... face against his skin.

He closed his eyes at the nuzzling and sighed happily. He brushed his fingertips up and down her arm.

A random thought occurred to her amidst thoughts of her husband's naked skin and she looked up from her nuzzling long enough to give him a curious look.

"When should we be expecting our younger-generation ninjas to come home?"

"Morning," he replied without opening his eyes. He did twitch a little because she stopped. "Night practice. They'll be too tired to make it home without falling off the horse."

He cracked open one eye. "I'd be there, too, because of all the chocolate I got. Except I got you to help me work off all that energy..."

She laughed softly and turned in his lap to face him. Her arms wound around his neck again and she nuzzled along his jaw softly toward his ear.

"When I'm done with you, you'll be too tired to even think about training." She purred against his ear and nipped the earlobe gently.

His eye closed again and he almost melted under that purr. He couldn't help but get excited. He was a little worried, though. Was it too soon?

Couldn't be. She was pushing every good button.

But if it was? Slow. Slow and easy. He could do that. He'd managed it a time or two.

He skimmed one hand up her side and then over to cup her breast. The other arm was still around her waist, but the hand was sinking down to squeeze a little cheek.

"Promise?"

"I promise." She kissed his ear and buried her face against his neck, nuzzling softly. Her arms held tightly to him, pressing as close as she could get.

"Love you," she breathed against his skin.

Once she started pressing into him, he moved the hand cupping her breast around to gently cradle the back of her neck. His other hand moved up to brush lightly up and down the bottom half of her spine.

"Love you, too," he murmured. His eyes remained closed because every breath across his skin felt better than this concept of heaven he had been explained.

She nuzzled her way up his neck and the side of his face. She leaned back slightly and ran the fingers of both hands through his hair, pushing it back to lean down and kiss him slow and soft.

Her hands slid through his hair and down his neck, across his shoulders and down his back. The more of his naked skin she got her hands on, the happier she was.

"Mmm," was about all he could say. Normally, he would be putting his hands all over her, giving back as much as she gave him.

But right now, it felt so much better to let her put her hands wherever she wanted. To let her nuzzle whatever she wanted. Because his body was reacting under her. And every touch made the want riding low in his belly bigger.

Oooh, he was being still. That was different. She kind of liked having him complacent and letting her play how she liked. Sometimes.

Her hands slipped around from his back to his stomach and ghosted feather-light fingertips up to his chest. She tickled his collar bone lightly and settled her hands on his shoulders.

There was probably something interesting going on on the television behind her. But, nothing nearly as interesting as her naked, warm, and willing husband.

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