“I want to go out to eat.” She said.

“I hope you enjoy yourself and discover some warm memory.” he said.

“I hope so too and so I intend to take you with me.” He looked at her and she looked at him and they both smiled.

“I can’t.” He said.

“Why not?” She asked, flouncing dramatically on the couch and across his lap. The couch creaked louder than it had in the last 15 years. They paused.

“I think I have cancer.” He said, when their support failed to collapse beneath them.

“Well,” she said, face softening in concern, “it sounds like you might not have many more chances to enjoy Denver’s newest restaurant that my sister said is absolutely amazing.”

“I’m serious.”

“So was my sister when she said that even though it gave her nightmares, the spicy noodle dish they serve made her so wet she had to wrap a jacket around her waist on the walk back to the train.” As she spoke, she squirmed around on his lap, pulling teasingly down on her dress.

His face reddened. “I found a lump.” he said, “On my testicles.”

“One time I found twenty dollars.” She said, “In a library book.”

“I know this might be scary-” He began.

“Yeah, I am afraid we might not get a table!”

“I think it will be alright.” He said, preparing to cite the statistics of how survivable testicular cancer is especially if young men screen themselves regularly like he did.

“It won’t be alright if we get stuck in traffic and fail to find parking and spend the rest of the night trying to find a consolation restaurant instead of sitting at a picturesque table set for two, with me watching the candlelight reflect on your funny worried face while you watch all the pretty people in fine outfits walking past below, pretending they don’t see the homeless people they are stepping around.”

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“Below?” He asked, “It has rooftop dining?”

“Well, they did when I called earlier,” she swung her legs around and down to sit up. As she left the couch, she flipped the back of her dress in his face, boffing him gently with swishy fabric and gentle wiff of underwear worn while walking about all day, “but the terrace might be full by the time you’re done moping around about hypothetical cancer.”

He sighed, slightly dazed by the many feelings in his head and followed her to the bedroom to get dressed.

When he entered their room, she was sprawled across the bed. She heaved another dramatic sigh that let her rising bosom pull her hemline even higher. He breathed.

“I fell over.” She said, her eyes twinkling from the pillows.

He licked his lips.

“I see that.”

“Which is weird because there wasn’t any reason for me to trip.”

“Maybe there’s something wrong with your legs?”

“Maybe you should check.” She said, wriggling her toes together.

His mouth parted and he breathed wetly. “Better safe than sorry,” he said, lifting a foot and examining it.

She reached her other foot up and set the sole on the back of his neck.

“Maybe higher up?” She suggested.

He nodded, running fingers and lips up her calf.

“How does it look so far?” she asked.

“Lovely.” He said, licking lightly at her skin.

“And how about now?” She asked, drawing him further up her legs, letting him nibble at her thighs.

“Mmmph,” he said.

“What was that?” she started to tease, when he drove his tongue amid the muscles of her inner thigh and where it began rolling like a horse recently unsaddled. Her fingers gripped the sheets. Then they gripped his head.

His breath was hot and damp through the cotton of her panties. His fingers roamed and pressed, teased and caressed and time began to swim in that lovely harmony it often, but not always, did when he touched her and she touched him.

Her ass was bare and she didn’t remember his removing her underwear but there was no mistaking that mouth on her skin and that tongue inside her.

She felt wet warmth weep from his mouth or her cunt and slide down across her asshole. She shivered as she held him or he held her on the tip of his tongue as it washed gently like a wave back and forth along the folds inside her.