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[neapolitan_man]

Tony sets the glass down on the nightstand before settling down on the bed, looking up at her.

She moves so nicely.

She tastes good, too.

He remembers--

"C'mere."

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[spandexed_edie]

She walks over to him, slowly, cautiously. She doesn't like this, but she drapes her robe over the chair across from the bed, and sits down next to him, putting her arm around him.

"We'll have you all fixed up soon, honey."

[neapolitan_man]

"I told you, baby, I'm fine."

He can let his guard down a little here, with her, but only with her.

He squirms out of his shirt and tosses it in the general direction of the door.

"Nothing to fix up. Get me a smoke?"

[spandexed_edie]

"Nah, no smokin'. Not with that fever, and what you've been drinking. You'll be hurling all over the place, and coughing up a lung."

See? She's sorta responsible.

She pulls him closer.

[neapolitan_man]

He pulls her closer, onto his lap.

"You know I'm the one calling the shots around here, baby. You know that. Just be careful in public."

And if she doesn't resist, she is likely to get a sloppy kiss on the jaw.