the last thing she remembers feeling before sleep was his body against hers,his arm under her head,their fingers intertwined,his other arm arund her waist,her hand in his,a kiss against her hair,breath on her neck.

she wakes when she feels him leave the bed,stretching, she stands,grabs a towel and wraps it around herself,making her way down the stairs.

standing in the doorway she watches him make the coffee,he grabs a red cup for her,a black one for himself.

they sit in the livingroom,he picks up his guitar and plays,time to play 'name that tune' he tells her,she groans,'you know how bad I am at this'he just grins.

he plays,stops, looks at her.nothing.he plays a bit more.nothing.she thinks she recognizes it but no words come out.he tells her.and plays another and another.

as she wonders how quickly he'll tire of this game...she thinks she knows one....jumping up she yells 'stairway to heaven',in her excitement her towel falls to the floor, he lays down his guitar,saying to her 'baby,if we're ever held hostages and have to play name that tune,i'll do it,okay?'she laughs and promises,kissing her he tells her it's time to play.........

a smile for you for reading here.

♥..Love..♥

Aye, name that tune. Sound's great, teasing. This read very well and I enjoyed the **** out of it.

I think he'd be crazy not to pick ' Stairway' for ye. THAT would be worthy! Otherwise, even though you would be being nice, it would surely be appropriate to tell him to set down that guitar and get on with breakfast. He's got work to do!! ( LOL )

Ok then, thank ye, Cyn. This was nice. Please add more quick stories.

tommy boy

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Ainjel....generous you,thankyou!
tommy boy...and I thankyou foryour words.
hippie..

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tomo

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Very nice! Very well written.

I can name that tune in 585,332,85 notes!

Oh how this makes me smile...

tomo...
KinBarrie....thankyou for readin'..
Vicki...and that's a good thing if it makes you smile...