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He could tell that Heather was keyed up on the walk home, shivering more than the chilly weather really justified. But almost before he could holster his sidearm after sweeping the apartment, Heather pinned him down with a passionate kiss. Although initially surprised, who was he to argue? She finally pulled back for air, panting.
“Sorry about that. Been wanting to do that all day.”
“Good lord, don’t apologize for that.” He said. “And while I probably shouldn’t question my good fortune, what brought that on? If it was something I did, tell me, and I’ll do it more often.”
Heather chuckled.
“I dreamed about you last night.”
“Must have been a good dream.”
“It was, though it could have been better.”
“Yeah? Do tell.”
“Well, we were walking along a tropical beach - ”
“Mmm, sounds good already.” He shivered dramatically. “What were you wearing?”
“A bathing suit.”
“What color?” he pressed.
“Blue.” She said. “Now, we were walking along for a bit, then I started to feel like I was getting crispy - ”
“One piece or two?”
“Two, Eddy, now shut up.” She told him. “And lo and behold, there was a grove of shady palm trees. And in that grove, there was a hammock, cold drinks, and a bottle of sunblock.”
“Yeah?” Edward said, tightening his arms around her, liking where this was going.
“We drank the drinks - margaritas, by the way - and then you started to put on the sunblock.” Edward’s only response was a groan. “…and that was when the alarm went off.”
“God, that’s cruel.”
“Yeah. Today was torture. Spent the whole day not being able to think straight.”
“Well, now you’ve got me all riled up too.”
“Hey, if you’ve got the time…”
He decided he did.