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d for several minutes. Then they parted, gasping.
"Mike, make love to me."
This gave him reason to pause. He was sure he looked as thunderstruck
as he felt. "But, Marcia, we've never...I mean, you're still a...I didn't
think you liked me that much...I mean...are you sure?"
held his face in 's hands and looked directly into his eyes. "I'm
sure. I want you now. I want you because we may never get out of this alive,
and because I'm terrified that something is going to happen to me, and because
you're the most wonderful guy I've ever known, much less dated. Please, Mike?"
The appeal in 's eyes tore at his heart. He wasn't sure if, after the
abuse of the last week of his life, the necessary portions of his anatomy
would perform, but he was willing to try. His answer was to lean forward and
kiss 's again.
He fumbled with the cloak clasp as he kissed along the line of 's jaw
to 's ear. He blew gently across 's ear and giggled.
"You tickled on purpose!" protested, smacking at him feebly.
Feeling his hands still at 's throat, looked down. "Oh, let me do
that." smiled as he relinquished the clasp to 's smaller fingers and ran
his fingers through 's
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