Rating: That depends on where your mind is
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"How articulate," he chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "You liked that?"
"Mm." She nodded, still a little surprised. She had never known he
in him. "I liked it, a lot."
"See?" Will kissed her softly. "I told you that you would."
"You are full of yourself, Riker," Deanna smiled; he only laughed.
"Yeah," he agreed, "but you still want more!"
"You know I do."
"You're insatiable," he teased, throwing the words over his shoulder
got out of bed. Deanna's musical laughter followed him into the kitchen.
"That's only because you're such a good ---"
"What?" he smiled as he returned to the bedroom. "I'm such a good what?"
"Cook," she quipped, snatching the homemade chocolates from his hand
settled next to her in bed. "You're a good cook." She raised an eyebrow at
him. "What did you think I meant?"
"Well," he whispered seductively. "I could think of a few things."
"I'm sure you could," she said, "would you care to share your
Will just smiled.