“Still in Bed”

“Rise and shine, luv,” Colin whispered in Abby’s ear, “Beaut of a day... rains stopped, suns shinin’...”

She groaned, pulled the covers over her head and rolled over, and whined, “Let me sleep.”

Colin chuckled, “Well, if you insist on stayin’ in bed...” he pulled off his boots and pants again and climb under the covers next to her. “Yeah, this could be fun, too... staying in bed all morning long...”

“Colin, no!” she giggled, playfully pushing him away as his hands and lips began roaming her body. “No. Okay, I’m gettin’ up, I’m gettin’ up,” she chuckled, sitting up in bed.

“Yeah? Well, so am I...now,” he chuckled, adjusting his briefs, “So you might as well lay back down her next to me.” He flashed her a grin.

“Oh, we’re back to that again, are we?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him, then teased, “Now, Mr. O’Brien, how many times must I remind you that I am technically still a married woman? My husband, whom you had the pleasure of meeting last night, I might remind you, is probably still somewhere in this inn as we speak, so all this talk about hanky-panky will have to cease for the time being.”

“Oh, yeah? Is that right?” Colin chuckled. “Well, Miss Campbell, might I remind you, that I don’t give a flying-fuck-all about your soon-to-be-ex-asshole-of-a-husband, so get back here in this bed and lets get better acquainted with one another, shall we?”

“Well... hmm... let me see... get out of bed and go to work early.... or.... stay here in bed all morning with the sexiest man in the Glen... hmm... decisions, decisions....” she teased, then shrugged her shoulders and said, “Okay, you win, now take of those clothes, Mister,” she said, quickly pulling off her tank-top and tossing them to the floor.

Colin just stared at her, shocked for a moment by her sudden change of mind, the a smile spread across his face and in a flash, his t-shirt and shorts were lying on the floor in a heap next to her clothes.

As their lips found each others, their hands wandering over every body part.... tenderly touching, fondling and exploring, there was a loud knock on the door, and a familiar voice called out, “Abby, darlin’? Let me in! It’s me... you’re lovin’ husband...”

TBC...