"Cover Me"
by Souvie
Copyright November 2003

Inspired by the picture on asstr's homepage:
http://www.asstr.org

See Disclaimer at the end - thanks to John for his quick beta

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"Oh, Fred, it's beautiful!" Betty hugged the blanket to her
chest, rubbing her face against the coarse material. "You
remembered!"

"Of course, I did, honey. You gushed over it in the display
case so much, how could I not?" He smiled at his bride of two
days.

"This is the best honeymoon ever." She dropped down into his
lap still clutching the blanket. Her lips brushed against his
forehead. "How did I ever get so lucky to marry you?"

"Are you sure it's luck and not punishment?" he joked, wrapping
his arms around her.

She punched him playfully in the arm. "I'll be right back,
don't move!" she suddenly exclaimed, jumping up and dragging the
blanket with her into the hotel bathroom.

Fred stretched out his legs, looking at the growing dark
outside the window. Colorado in the fall was a mix of color-
changing leaves, intermittent snow, and breathtaking mountains.
He was glad his parents had chipped in on the honeymoon,
otherwise he and Betty would be staying at the Phoenix Holiday
Inn. This was definitely much better.

"Are you ready?" she called out from behind the bathroom door.

"Ready, Freddy," he answered.

The door opened, and Betty walked forward. Her hair was loose
around her shoulders and she wore the blanket draped around her
and, quite plainly, nothing underneath. The look in her eyes was
both shy and sultry. Fred was reminded of their first date: that
mix of virgin and minx was what made him fall head over heels
with Betty in the first place.

"Come here," he ordered in a low voice.

She walked toward him, a slow dance across the carpet, eager
and teasing.

He pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling his hips. "That
blanket looks great on you."

"It's kind of scratchy, though," she admitted.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Don't be." She let go, the blanket pooling around her hips.
"I'll just replace it with something much smoother..." Her hands
ran under his shirt, caressing his chest and rubbing his
nipples. She dipped her head to nibble at his ear. "You."


THE END

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