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When Jill woke the next morning, she snuggled close to Chris. She laughed quietly to herself, happy that she hadn't moved away in the night. He was lying on his side, was snoring softly and had one arm slung over her in a possessive manner. She didn't mind at all. Instead of waking up fully, she nuzzled closer.

Jill had enjoyed their date. It showed how much he knew her. Their conversation during it echoed in her head.

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"Chris?" she whispered.

"Yeah?" he replied, his eyes on her face instead of the stellar presentation.

"How'd you know I'd like this so much?"

He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Remember back in STARS when Barry invited the team out to a barbeque at his place?" She nodded. "You probably don't remember but you said that you love astronomy and star-gazing."

Jill raised her eyebrows, surprised. "You remembered that?"

"I've always loved you, Jill. Remembering what you like just kinda goes along with that."

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It came to mind how she'd be removing his stitches that day. That excited her. She felt completely sure of their relationship now, for whatever reason. No more crippling anxiety of the future. Just a knowledge to be prepared. All that she really wanted to do was strip him down and, well, everyone knew what came after that. She was definitely looking forward to that. His wound would still be healing after having them removed, so they'd still have to be careful. But still...

She slipped a hand up his shirt, setting it gently on the bandage. He stirred. "Hm? Jill?" She smiled, moving her hand from his bandage to his back. His skin was warm.

"Morning, sleepy head," she greeted, placing a kiss on his lips.

"Mornin'..." he replied with a yawn. "How'd you sleep?"

"Great. You?"

He pulled her against him, trapping her there and rolled onto his back. "I'm still tired. And you're a good blanket." She squirmed, getting comfortable.

"I vote for another lazy day," she said as she rested her forehead on his. "A full one this time. Last time, we only had half of one."

He kissed her and added in, "Half of one that left me with sand where sand should not be. But I got to see you in a bikini."

"And take a cold shower," she teased. He groaned and bit his lip.

"Don't remind me."

"Well, like I said. I can fix that for you after your stitches are out. So tonight..." She kissed him to accentuate her point. She then pulled away, rolling onto her back, then snuggling into his side. "I'll take your stitches out later. Let's order room service." She grabbed the menu that was in the night stand drawer and opened it. "What do we want?" She smirked at him as his head fell back onto the bed.

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"No! Stop it, Chris! No, no, no! Stop that now, Christopher! That tickles!" Jill tried to push his hands away as she laughed from the sensation of his assault. He continued his attack, lifting her shirt and kissing her stomach. She squealed and tried to stop him to no avail.

"Say mercy!" he demanded, laughing.

"N, n, never!" she spoke through her giggles.

"Say it!" He increased his action, placing small, teasing kisses on her neck.

"F, fine!"

"Say mercy!"

"Mercy!" Instantly, he stopped. She gasped for air, letting her head fall back on the bed. "My God, Chris." She pulled him down beside her on the bed. "I love you..." She kissed him before jumping up off the bed and grabbing her first aid kit. She returned and yanked his shirt up to expose his bandage. "Let's check your stiches." She removed the old bandage and disposed of it. Readying her tweezers and scissors, she looked at him. "Ready?"

"Yeah," he replied.

Slowly, she cut the thread and, with a flick of her wrist, she pulled what remained out. She repeated this until every stitch was desposited into the trash. "I'm going to put some butterfly bandaids on and another small piece of gauze over for now, but you're free of them now." He gulped as she winked at him.

Slowly, she straddled him. "Do you want dinner or would you prefer dessert first?" Her voice was low and sultry.

"D... Dessert..."

She smiled and guided his hands under the fabric of her shirt.

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When Jill woke the next morning, she snuggled close to Chris. She laughed quietly to herself, happy that she hadn't moved away in the night. He was lying on his side, was snoring softly and had one arm slung over her in a possessive manner. She didn't mind at all. Instead of waking up fully, she nuzzled closer.

Jill had enjoyed their date. It showed how much he knew her. Their conversation during it echoed in her head.

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"Chris?" she whispered.

"Yeah?" he replied, his eyes on her face instead of the stellar presentation.

"How'd you know I'd like this so much?"

He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Remember back in STARS when Barry invited the team out to a barbeque at his place?" She nodded. "You probably don't remember but you said that you love astronomy and star-gazing."

Jill raised her eyebrows, surprised. "You remembered that?"

"I've always loved you, Jill. Remembering what you like just kinda goes along with that."

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It came to mind how she'd be removing his stitches that day. That excited her. She felt completely sure of their relationship now, for whatever reason. No more crippling anxiety of the future. Just a knowledge to be prepared. All that she really wanted to do was strip him down and, well, everyone knew what came after that. She was definitely looking forward to that. His wound would still be healing after having them removed, so they'd still have to be careful. But still...

She slipped a hand up his shirt, setting it gently on the bandage. He stirred. "Hm? Jill?" She smiled, moving her hand from his bandage to his back. His skin was warm.

"Morning, sleepy head," she greeted, placing a kiss on his lips.

"Mornin'..." he replied with a yawn. "How'd you sleep?"

"Great. You?"

He pulled her against him, trapping her there and rolled onto his back. "I'm still tired. And you're a good blanket." She squirmed, getting comfortable.

"I vote for another lazy day," she said as she rested her forehead on his. "A full one this time. Last time, we only had half of one."

He kissed her and added in, "Half of one that left me with sand where sand should not be. But I got to see you in a bikini."

"And take a cold shower," she teased. He groaned and bit his lip.

"Don't remind me."

"Well, like I said. I can fix that for you after your stitches are out. So tonight..." She kissed him to accentuate her point. She then pulled away, rolling onto her back, then snuggling into his side. "I'll take your stitches out later. Let's order room service." She grabbed the menu that was in the night stand drawer and opened it. "What do we want?" She smirked at him as his head fell back onto the bed.

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"No! Stop it, Chris! No, no, no! Stop that now, Christopher! That tickles!" Jill tried to push his hands away as she laughed from the sensation of his assault. He continued his attack, lifting her shirt and kissing her stomach. She squealed and tried to stop him to no avail.

"Say mercy!" he demanded, laughing.

"N, n, never!" she spoke through her giggles.

"Say it!" He increased his action, placing small, teasing kisses on her neck.

"F, fine!"

"Say mercy!"

"Mercy!" Instantly, he stopped. She gasped for air, letting her head fall back on the bed. "My God, Chris." She pulled him down beside her on the bed. "I love you..." She kissed him before jumping up off the bed and grabbing her first aid kit. She returned and yanked his shirt up to expose his bandage. "Let's check your stiches." She removed the old bandage and disposed of it. Readying her tweezers and scissors, she looked at him. "Ready?"

"Yeah," he replied.

Slowly, she cut the thread and, with a flick of her wrist, she pulled what remained out. She repeated this until every stitch was desposited into the trash. "I'm going to put some butterfly bandaids on and another small piece of gauze over for now, but you're free of them now." He gulped as she winked at him.

Slowly, she straddled him. "Do you want dinner or would you prefer dessert first?" Her voice was low and sultry.

"D... Dessert..."

She smiled and guided his hands under the fabric of her shirt.