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Reply to Minnie or visit her websitePosted to the RoswellSlash mailing list February 12, 2001
Setting: Sometime in the future
Disclaimed: Don't own 'em. Don't sue me.
Dedication: To plumeria who writes such lovely UC fics
Archive Date: 2/12/2001
I wrote a 3rd installment to my slash foof series. Don't be looking for depth because this's one strictly silly. *grin*
Isabel turned on the shower taps several degrees below boiling point and stepped into the stream of water. She stayed there, silent and motionless, as the water worked its magic over her tired bones.
"Isabel!" a loud voice called out from the bedroom, startling her. "Hurry up, we're going to be late!"
Isabel smiled upon hearing that voice. So typical of her mate. Always in a rush for something or other.
She disobeyed that voice, wanting to prolong the relaxing calm she found under the water.
"Isabel!" the voice came more insistently. She heard footsteps padding in the bathroom. Uh-oh, a sure sign her little refuge in the shower was about to be history.
The shower curtain was yanked away with a cursory tug. "Get your bony butt out of the shower, get dressed and let's go!" her lover commanded.
Isabel smiled slightly and countered, "Whose butt are you calling bony?"
"Yours," her lover responded.
"That's not what you said last night. Or this morning. Even this afternoon," Isabel recalled with fond memory. She needed a shower after all their sheet exercises. They would have any done calisthenics teacher proud.
"Oh, yeah," her mate concurred, with eyes gleaming. A hand ran down Isabel's spine and cupped her bottom.
"Ow!" Isabel yelped as the touch became a pinch.
"It is sure is a nice bottom. But right now, I need you to get it out of the shower," came the reply.
"Uh, I feel so used," Isabel muttered in mock dramatic tones, rubbing the slightly reddened area of her behind.
"Don't worry, sweetie, I'll make you feel all better later," her mate promised, also rubbing the aforementioned spot gently.
"Promise?" Isabel grabbed the hand that just trailed off from her.
Her mate gripped her hands tightly and looked into her eyes with a wicked gleam. "Promise. Now quit lagging and get dressed!" her lover gave another warning after flouncing off into the bedroom.
Isabel grinned slightly and stepped out of the shower. As she patted herself dry, she hummed a tuneless song in anticipation of 'later'. The grin remained as she donned on her evening clothes and make up.
As she climbed downstairs and reached out for her mate, the grin blossomed into a full blown smile.
Her mate, also dolled up in evening attire, noticed the brilliant smile and asked ,"You know, you look beautiful when you do that but I gotta ask, what's got you grinning like that?"
"It's getting close to 'later'," Isabel whispered with innuendo.
A matching grin spread through her mate's face. "Oh, definitely," came the quick reply and an equally quick and loving kiss.
With impatience, her lover stated, "Well, come on then, let's get this show on the road! The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave. Although the big cheese will probably freak if we duck out early," Isabel heard her lover intone.
As they exited the house and sped off in the Jetta to attend the Whit's first concert, Isabel muttered, "Maria, since when have you started calling Alex the big cheese?"
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