> She grinned and caught them, only to rock on the back of her feet and
> chuckle "I'll pick you to be on my baseball team."
>
> Then she set the album on the foot of the bed and went to the small
laundry
> hamper, slipping out of the day's clothes and into the shirt and then
> returning with a content sigh and grin.
>
> She gently took his clothes and put them in the same place before
returning
> and putting her arms back around him and asking low, slipping her arms
back
> around him "You aren't cold are you?"
>
Derek:
"Not at the moment," he said putting one arm securely around her.  With the
other hand, he moved her hair back.  "And if I do, I'm sure we can think of
something to correct the problem," he assured her just before kissing her
neck delicately.  "Was there something you wanted me to see," asked as he
straightened up and lookd down into her eyes.

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