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I laughed "Because I know you, if I sit any closer, we won't get to eat."I sent him a knowing smile.
He chuckled, acknowledging the truth."You gonna stay over there all night?"
"Maybe..."I slipped a bite into my mouth.
"That's not gonna be any fun."He gave me a mischievous grin.
"Start the film, and we'll see what happens after we eat."
"Yes, Ma'am."He pretended to be chastised as he picked up the remote from the table on his end of the sofa, and started the film.
We ate in near silence as we watched cargo containers offloaded from ships onto trucks and a set of street racing cars used to hi-jack a truck, driving down the highway.We watched the story unfold in front of us, pausing it briefly to get more food and fresh drinks.
After we'd finished eating, and set our empty plates on the coffee table to be carried to the sink later, I slid across the couch.I moved all the way over to Devon's side, curling my legs to one side, I snuggled up against him.He wrapped one arm around my shoulders and we sat comfortably together, enjoying the film and each other's company.
Later, as the credits rolled up the screen, Devon got up.He flexed some obvious stiffness out of his injured leg while I watched with hungry eyes.He bent and picked up both plates from the table between us.
"You don't have to do that."I got up to follow him.
"You cooked, it's no big deal for me to pick up after we eat."He took them into the kitchen and rinsed them in the sink before loading them into the dishwasher.Instead of arguing, I started helping.
"Your leg's bothering you tonight, isn't it?"I covered the nearly cool pan of enchiladas and put it into the fridge.
"Some.It's stiff this evening."
"How about we finish here and you let me see if I can help."
You don't need to do that-" He started, but I interrupted.
"And you didn't need to clean up.I want to do it.I'd like to get my hands on you."I teased.
"All right, I concede," He smiled."but I'm gonna need something other than these jeans to wear."
"You wearing underwear?"
"Yeah.Of course."
I grinned, I couldn't stop myself."Boxers or briefs?"
He hesitated a second."Does it matter?"
"Not really, but I had to ask.Either way, your underwear will do."
"If you say so."
"I say so.Now, finish up here and let's go."I walked out of the room, leaving him with just a few dishes left to load, as I headed for my bedroom.
I looked around quickly, making sure I hadn't left any stray panties laying around and ducked in to the bathroom where I pulled a bottle of baby oil out of the medicine cabinet.
"Nickie?"Devon called from the doorway, reluctant to enter my bedroom without an invitation.
"Come into the bedroom."I called, stepping back into the room.
He stepped through the open doorway, looking around."You have a nice room, though it's not really what I expected."
"Let me guess?You expected pink and girlie?"
He ducked his head, and I saw the edge of a blush creep up his neck."Yeah, kinda."
