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The male's breathing deepened as he slipped the shirt over the beautiful female's head, not breaking the contact of their bodies. He could tell that his body heat was much higher from the cool-to-the touch feeling that he got from her, but the blush that was running across her face was making her body temperature seem much higher than it actually was. It just made her seem cuter to him. He pressed closer, now that he had both hands free he could-- He got cut off as she slipped one hand into the shaggier hair on the back of his head and pulled him closer. This was an unexpected maneuver. He had been dreaming of this for months, which had severely hindered his ability to work while he was away. Wherever he was, he had seen other girls, some had hit on him and others were just plain scary... None of them had any appeal to him at all... They simply did not have the... What was the word... Marigold, that he looked for in a girl. The electricity of the touch, the smell that drove all of his senses wild with desire, the golden hair and the eyes that reminded him of the sunset on the ocean... They just weren't the girl he loved... His thoughts were interrupted by the tug on his pants. He identified it as her tugging and trying to undo his pants. This simply would not do. He retaliated and slipped one hand's fingertips down her pants, the other hand around her back and up to the velcro, undoing it slowly.

Xx Time skip to next morning xX

Sunbeams shined in through the window as Joseph slowly opened his eyes. "God, its pretty bright out for this place... Warm too, and I thought Sanchez was the only one with a blanket..." He held the sheet closer to him then breathed in slowly through his nose. "God... It smells so much like Marigold... If I open my eyes I'm gonna cry..." He tried to roll over on his side as he swallowed a lump in his throat, sighing. He was perplexed when he noticed he could not move because his body was intertwined with another. "Blanket... Sanchez... Inter-- Oh god!" He rolled over quickly and fell out of bed, attacking the air with his arms and legs in a storm of pure horror. He got tangled in the blanket and fell limp. After about four seconds of thinking, he realized that he was also nude, and had to clench his eyes and teeth to keep from losing his dinner (which had been big, since he was only mildly starving for once)... He finally opened his eyes to see the patterns of the bedsheets and the snoozing figure on the bed, which brought memories flooding back to him of where he was. "Oh god I hope I did not wake her..." He frowned and stood up, checking in his dresser to see if he had any pants that would fit him. After finding a pair and promptly slipping them on, he looked around, shaking from the cool blast of the air conditioner pressing against his bare chest, which he did not find amusing. It was a unanimous decision on the part of the counsel of his mind to sit down on the nearest flat surface, put his face and ruffled hair in his hands, and think. This wasn't a good idea. The nearest flat surface was the floor and he ended up hitting his head on the wall. This was the fourth head injury he had sustained in the past 24 hours. This fact reminded him that he had no idea what time it was, and he was living in a totally different time zone at the moment. "Huh... First step: Figure out what time it is. I'd love to slip back into bed with her, but I am not sure if she is awake or not... And if not, I would rather not disturb her." He whispered to himself. He remembered the last time he woke up a woman after sex, granted, there was a fire, and he was not the one who had been having sex... And there was a naked man next to her... He left off on that thought, he could not bare to finish it. The thoughts that he could bare were the memories from last night that he was trying to piece together. The fact that he did not get anything out of trying to remember told him that it must have been good. Really good.

Things were just getting stranger and stranger... First the boy ended up in some ungodly cold place for ten months, for god knows what reason, then his ears get pointy. These two facts alone would be enough to deter anybody with common sense from the life he was leading. Then he somehow ends up back home, by miracle or otherwise. He did not like to question it, he was just happy to see the familiar faces and the scared tourists. Leading after this, he ends up in bed with his wife without much thought to it, thinking back, he could not, for the life of him, remember the wedding (of course, he would not mention this to her. He knew women well enough... Of course, she was different...). And now he sits here, after having odd nightmares about blankets and a guy named Sanchez, bare-chested, with a totally nude, and dazzlingly beautiful girl clinging to him and whispering into his ear. Reality caught up to him as she kissed him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it, feeling their bodies together again. It reminded him of the dream he had before the one about the creepy guy and the dreaded blankets... No... Wait... That was not a dream. It was slowly coming back to him as he looked into her golden eyes, feeling the warmth of their bodies, smelling that smell that almost brought tears to his eyes moments before, and staring at possibly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen... "Well, besides that really amazing straightening iron at the mall... The one with 50 heat settings and the chrome-plated--" he cut off as she pressed closer and begged him not to leave her again. He pulled his own lips close to her ear, whispering only barely, "I promise..." He pulled his face away from hers to look into her eyes and saw that they were downcast, tears running down her cheeks. He took one finger and gently brushed them off, leaning in and kissing her cheek and holding her close to comfort her. He felt their bodies press together again and that familiar surge of desire flow through him. He cut it off in its tracks. Now was not the time for that, he held her close to him and comforted her.

And then she did the unthinkable...

She poked his sides and he felt every synapse in his nervous system scream in surprise. His pupils dilated and his muscles tensed powerfully. He sprung up and felt the only sound escape from his vocal cords that ever did in such moments of panic and fear. A majestic sound that indicated that he was still vulnerable to surprise attacks. He hated it with every ounce of his moral fiber. "MEEEP!!" He shouted in surprise. "Dear god, that was probably the girliest noise I have ever made..." he was on his feet, still with the girl pressed to his body, and this time with her legs around him and her entire body bare against his, only a layer of flimsy fabric between them and another few hours of intense pleasure (or for our readers, another few days of us not posting so we can have fun in the PMs.). He could feel the blood rushing to his face, but he wrote it off and kissed her passionately, moving back to the bed and sitting down with her on his lap still. They had things to do, but if she wanted to go again, who was he to deny her? He smiled mischievously in his mind.

Marigold couldn't help but laugh at Joseph's reaction, it was so amazingly girl and amusing. She ended up clinging to him even after he stood up, and she soon found herself on his lap. She kissed him lovingly for a few seconds then broke away. What was with this feeling she felt? She bit her lip and looked away slightly embarrassed. They had just screwed last night, and already lust filled her mind. Her cravings returned. It was morning, and she was already ready for more? Was he? Marigold wondered if she should just suppress her feelings, so they could try to be productive during the day, or if she could just claim him. She weighed the options in her mind. Yet one was more instinctive then the other, and what was a wild animal to do against instinct? The girl knocked her mate back over on the bed, changing her position so she was straddling him. He wasn't allowed to leave yet. She wasn't ready for him to do whatever business matters or whatever he wanted. He was hers. She had been waiting ten months for this, and Joseph wasn't going to get away easily. She bent down and kissed him passionately, preparing herself to be dominate this time. With a moment of emotion, she bit down gently on his neck. If the look in her eyes wasn't commanding enough, she was going to make sure he knew that she wanted him. The last few times had been Marigold being submissive, making noises, struggling slightly, ect. Yet this time, she was going to show Joseph what other emotions welled up inside her. How no matter how it seemed, she, being the female, was boss. [i]'Let him struggle'[/ii] she thought, hoping that her pathetic mate would grow a spine. She was ready for an intense morning between them. Let the game of love begin.

(( My mood ring turned bright red and deep purple as I wrote that. I think I'm either mad at the world for not letting us screw, or I am going to fucking dominate the Hell out of you next opportunity. ))