"What?" Sleepy mumble, and a blue eye squints up in the dim light. "This spot." "What about it?" "It's my favorite." "Your favorite spot?" Forehead creasing in confusion, then smoothing out after just a second. "Yeah." "On me." Because, really, it's the only thing that makes sense, given the situation. "Yeah." Wide grin and a shift so a hand can slide over that area, fingertips lingering. "Last night, you said this one was." "Yeah, that one, too." "I see." A soft laugh. He turns, rolls to his back, shivering as the hand slips over his stomach. "And yesterday morning, it was this spot." "Ooh. Almost forgot that one!" Lips attack, tongue flicking over the point of a hipbone, and warm breath ghosts over pebbled skin in a wicked chuckle. "That one might actually be my favorite favorite." "That so?" "Yep." Another flick of a tongue, then broad shoulders are clutched, pulled up, and there's a slow, delicious slide of muscle on muscle. "Know what my favorite spot on you is?" "Where?" One hand shifts, works between them until fingers can curl snug around hot, hard flesh. "This spot." "Yeah?" Breathless groan as fingers start to slide. "Oh, yeah..." Onto Championship Bet If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks! |