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The past while had been agony on Sasha. She'd enjoyed the difference in the pace of how their relationship was progressing, slow and sweet instead of a whirlwind rush. It was giving her time to get to know all of him; the good, the bad and the grr-face. And under it all, Friedrich McCoy was a pretty wonderful guy. Smart, charming, upfront and not believing in subterfuge or underhandedness, she always knew where she stood with him.
Which had made staying away from him that much worse. She wanted to touch him; snuggle, kiss, fondle and adore. But when she did, it pushed her into that area of arousal, one he could pick up in her scent. And once that happened... well, hormones generally had a way of making anything seem logical. Since they'd decided to wait until the worst of his MPD was under control, Sasha had found it easier to keep her distance from him physically than attempt to stop what'd been started. Of course, since she was touchy by nature, not touching the one person she wanted to was just... argh.
And then, that magical day came when they'd been given the greenlight. She'd found out by a phonecall from Fred, one she'd squeed over before racing out of the mansion and into town.
No way was she not going to celebrate this. Brand new lingerie seemed the best way to go, all things considered.
Which is why she entered the mansion a few hours later, a bundle of small bags swinging in her hands, her face lit in a bright smile.
Which had made staying away from him that much worse. She wanted to touch him; snuggle, kiss, fondle and adore. But when she did, it pushed her into that area of arousal, one he could pick up in her scent. And once that happened... well, hormones generally had a way of making anything seem logical. Since they'd decided to wait until the worst of his MPD was under control, Sasha had found it easier to keep her distance from him physically than attempt to stop what'd been started. Of course, since she was touchy by nature, not touching the one person she wanted to was just... argh.
And then, that magical day came when they'd been given the greenlight. She'd found out by a phonecall from Fred, one she'd squeed over before racing out of the mansion and into town.
No way was she not going to celebrate this. Brand new lingerie seemed the best way to go, all things considered.
Which is why she entered the mansion a few hours later, a bundle of small bags swinging in her hands, her face lit in a bright smile.
Pulling up to one of the hotels she knew had a honeymoon suite and room service, but wouldn't break her bank, she smiled as the valet came around to open her door. "Slip out your side, sweetie. I'll keep him from paying too much attention."
"Okay, Sasha." He did as she asked, slipping out the back of the car.
Walking into the hotel, she had him wait further down the desk as she went over and registered for the honeymoon suite, which, thankfully, was available. Ten minutes later, she had the keycard in her hand and a nervous fluttering in her stomach. "Shall we?" she asked, tipping her head over at the elevator.