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Part 5
Max grinned as Gillian scraped the last bits of rice from the paper container. Leaning her strong chin into the cup made by her hand leaning backward, she rested an elbow on the corner of the table.
"Hungry tonight, huh?" Dark brows waggled suggestively.
Gulp. Green eyes looked up as golden curry sauce found its way to the corners of the near perfect mouth. "Um, why do I think we are not talking about my rice?"
"Well," sparkled the crystal orbs, "I suppose that could be because YOUR rice disappeared nearly thirty minutes ago."
Laughter filled the large kitchen. It was a sound that was at once musical and healing.
"I love you, Gillian. Do you know that?" Max touched the small hand reaching for hers.
"Yes, my love, I do know that. Just as I also know something is very wrong. You wanna talk about it?" Asked the blonde.
Max leaned over to touch their foreheads together. "I do. I really do want to talk about it, Gillian. Only I don’t want to do it just yet, okay? If I start talking about it I’ll get mad all over again and that is not what I want to feel right now."
"Oh?" Smirked the artist. "What exactly DID you want to feel? Right now, I mean?"
One hand slipped beneath the table and found the firm thigh of a deceptively small but very well built woman while the fingertips of the other hand brushed the swell of her left breast. "Oh, I can think of a few things." Max winked as her wife leaned into both touches.
"Max?" Gillian slowly stood, causing both hands to feel lonely and abandoned. The momentary loss in blue eyes did not escape the blonde’s notice. She hurried to the other side of the table and stood pressing her knees into Max’s. "Isn’t this better, love? That table was about to seriously get in my way."
"Actually my love, this is better." The brunette pulled her soul mate onto her lap and took her mouth in a hungry, passionate kiss, which the artist enthusiastically returned while pressing deeper into the lap of her lover.
Several deep kisses and much fondling later Max mumbled into the neck she was busily devouring: "Gillian. Baby if you keep pushing against me like that this chair is going to…………."
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!
Stunned at being so rudely dumped onto the floor, Max nonetheless kept her wits about her. Still holding her amorous wife in her arms she lifted her bruised hips and slid what remained of the chair from beneath her.
"I hate it when that happens. Don’t you?" she grinned into shining eyes.
Resettling herself astride the dark beauty, Gillian waggled blonde brows. "Nope." She leaned down and kissed Max softly while using her hands to unbutton the blouse that held what she sought. "No," she smiled as she pressed open the silky material and slid her body down slightly, making every movement count. "Never liked that chair much and I seem to be right…" she licked the curve of one breast while moving her hips into place. "I seem to be right where I most want to be at the moment."
The investigator swallowed as her hips returned the pressure of their own accord. "And that would be where exactly?"
Gillian slid the remaining debris from the chair aside and released the final hook from the center of Max’s bra; smiling with such love it actually made Max’s breath catch in her throat.
"In your arms, of course."
Good answer. Oh very good answer, thought the detective right before she decided she was hungry after all.
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