> Julia sighed, settling against him and smiling and murmuring quietly
"Other
> than making love with you which we can.... 'suggest' later, I'm going to
do
> my mother's version of 'let me count the ways'."
>
> Being as he was still sitting on a stool and she was standing it was easy
to
> be level with him and so she gently touched her forehead to his and
> continued "She named of something every day to him.... and do you know she
> never ran out of things to say? I'll start with your eyes. I love
looking
> into them and seeing what you're feeling.
>
> "And you, Derek Rayne, are far from 'stodgy'."
>
Derek:
"I am quite sure there are people who would be willing to debate that issue
with you until they turn blue in the face," he said softly. Then, he moved
one hand up to her hair running his fingers through it gently. He generally
caught on very quickly and he decided that he liked her mother's style. "I
love your hair," he said softly. "The way it feels and smells and changes
color from day to day." It did that on some days it was lighter than others
andt here was no real explaination for it. It just was.
