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It's More Than That

I'm watching my lover sleep; her blonde hair spread on the pillow like spun gold. Her eyes, closed now, are the deepest pools of cornflower blue. I smirk self depreciatingly. Cornflower? I knew crayons were educational. But back to her skin, white as porcelain, soft and smooth as silk, and a lot more fun to touch than either. Insert lecherous smile here. But it's not just about the fun, or letting off smoke after cheerleading, it's so much more.

"Hey." I look down into sleepy eyes.

"Hey back." I say. Not original or very romantic, but she'll forgive me for it.

"What were you thinking about so hard? I saw the smoke coming out of your ears," she grins naughtily as she says this.

I give her a playful swat on her ass for that, then settle back down to answer her question. "You."

"And what about me?" Smiling softly at me, she perks up to listen. She loves this game.

"How perfect you are. How perfect this is. How I wish it would stay."

"And why can't it stay this way?" She doesn't want to have this conversation.

"Because Torr. It's like that poem says ‘nothing gold can stay'. Eventually the rest of the world is going to intrude on our little idyll."

"Why can't we cross that bridge when we come to it?" She asks plaintively and I want to wrap her in my arms and protect her from all harm. I don't know about the last part, but I know I'll do my best, so I pull her into my lap and she leans her head against my shoulder. We are still unabashedly naked, as only those who are completely comfortable with each other are. She is never like this with him, I know.

"I wish we could love, but one of these days my brother is going to decide to wake up before noon and I don't think he'd take well to finding his girlfriend naked in bed with his little sister. Or someone from the squad is going to walk into one of our ‘planning sessions' and see that at least Courtney and Whitney were right on one count about me."

She sighs and I know she knows I'm right. "So we tell them. Cliff today, the squad tomorrow at practice, and then my parents at dinner tomorrow night."

I'm shocked. She wants to tell her parents? So I ask. "Your parents?"

"Yeah my parents. Is that not okay?"

"It's not that Torr. I just never figured I'd be the kind of girl you would want to take home to mom and dad."

She giggles. "I never figured I'd be bringing a girl home to mom and dad. Things change." She pauses and looks up at me. "You know I love you right?"

I do and it amazes me every time I look at her. I don't say this. Instead I say, "I love you too."

"Now that that's settled it's time for other business."

"Other business?" I feign ignorance. It's another one of her favorite games.

"Shut up and kiss me," she says with a mock glare. I can't think of any reason to object. So I do. Did I mention how soft her lips are? I, Missy Pantone, have turned into a total sap. And as I look into the eyes of the blonde beneath me, I realize that I don't give a damn.