Woke up this morning to a foot of snow on the ground and a blowing wind. The kids are over with Joe and Pam so that meant I didn't even have to turn on the television to see if school was cancelled, no doubt it is. This place shuts down the minute the first flakes start to fall and thats just fine with me today.

Chris has been in a major funk since the Tucson review and I've been doing my best to give him space. But he can't mope forever and as I watch him sleep I decide enough's enough. Leaning over to my nightstand I listen for a few minutes and satisfied Bella is still asleep, I turn back to her father.

I can think of a few interesting ways to wake him up but there's always the chance the exercise will backfire and he'll be cranky that I did interrupt his sleep. He's laying on his back, one arm flung above his head on the pillow, the comforter pulled up close to his chin. Rats, there doesn't seem to be much skin showing.

That's definitely something I can fix and I pretend to stretch, snagging a corner of the blanket and yanking it downwards as I roll over toward him. Perfect, now its down to his waist and I'm staring at a bare chest.

I've just sat up and leaned over to him when I feel strong fingers closing around my wrist and without opening his eyes, he growls, "What took you so long?"

"Took me a few minutes to deicde if it would be worth taking a chance that you would still be Chris the Grouch this morning." That gets one eye open, to look at me. "Excuse me? Not worth it?" He says the eyebrow above the open eye arching. "Sounds like you need a refresher course."

"Oh please." I roll my eyes and that's probably my first mistake. I took my attention off him and as a result find myself flat on my back a moment later with him leaning over me. Both his eyes are open now and they're glinting away.

"Please what?" he asks as those blue eyes stare into mine. "Please kiss me?" He leans in closer his lips stopping a breath away from mine. "Please caress me?" His hand moves, fingers barely brushing agaisnt my skin.

"Please quit talking and make love to your wife," I demand, arching up toward him. Just in case he needs a little more incentive I press my hand against his back and casually slide it downwards.

"Demanding little creature arent you?" he replies. But I notice that he moves even closer to me as my hand slides under the waistband of the pajama bottoms he's wearing. A concession to the fact that there are now children in our lives.

"I thought you liked that about me?" I can't help grinning when he stiffens as I let my hand wander some more."I like a lot of things about you," he confirms.

"You're sure about that?"

"Very sure." He nods. "I love the way your skin tastes right here." His teeth graze my collarbone casuing me to shiver. "And this little valley right here." his finger traces the edge of my tank top.

"Well I think we've found some common ground then because I love the way you feel right here." I move my hand another inch and he bites his lip. "And the way you taste right about here." Bringing his hand up to my mouth I run my tongue over his thumb.

"And I think we've had enough talk," he says, linking his hand with mine and pushing it agianst the mattress. "More action is what's needed here." His lips meet mine is a kiss that starts out as a mere brushing of his lips agaisnt mine, but slowly deepens into something much hotter. By the time Chris gentles the kiss again I have no desire for words. All I want is his body moving against mine.

And that's exactly what I get.