Chapter Two - "Good Morning"

Chapter 2 - "Good Morning"

0645 EST; MEG'S APARTMENT; CAPITOL HILL CREST APARTMENTS; NAVY YARD DISTRICT; WASHINGTON DC

The lightening sky awoke Animal first thing even before the alarm would go off as it was set to 0700hrs. Animal groaned softly. He felt an ache somewhere in the southern frontal regions and smiled. Lifting his head a slight bit, he could see a light skinned arm draped across his chest as well as a leg quite obviously not his own draped across his upper thighs. A blonde haired head was nestled by his shoulder and breath tickled his cheek as he nestled back in to give his sleeping companion a bit more of a comfortable position. Animal grinned slightly as he felt her arm across his chest tighten reflexively and her body press against him, her moist core against his thigh pressing against him as she sighed softly in sleep.

Normally Meg would be up at 0600, he assumed, as she had to get ready for first call which was 0730hrs in the office, but as she received orders from a superior officer to the effect of "make sure Commander Nakamura gets to Bethesda." She could sleep in a little.

Meg sighed contentedly as she lay against the naked form of her lover. She saw that he was still slumbering peacefully though she hadn't realized that he had awakened before her. She let the corners of her lips turn up in a wickedly mischievous smile as she reached for a certain part of his body that she was interested in.

Tosh, her lover, had drifted off to sleep again when he heard the alarm go off and awakened to feel Meg's hand softly caressing his lower body extremity; his eyes widening as his brain just started to comprehend just exactly which part of him she had a hold of. "Good morning, Tosh..." she murmured softly, her beautiful blue eyes locked on his intently, a mischievous smile playing about her lips.

Good morning indeed, he thought as he looked up at her. He felt her straddle him, her hands, palm down against his chest and lowering herself onto his lap.

Meg exhaled feeling him fill her entirely as she started rocking on top of his torso gently gazing down at him. "That feels so good." She sighed, eyes half-closed feeling him. Evidently Animal's brain hadn't come back from its tropical vacation yet because he couldn't utter much other than his own gasps of pleasure as she quickened her pace giving him new novel sensations to ponder with what few braincells that he had left which were functional. The sensations nearly blew the top off his head.

Animal gazed up at her envisioning an Aphrodite emerging clothes-less from the clam-shell as she proceeded to turn him into a limp glob of gelatin.

"Tosh..." she breathed; gasped rather, as the climax of their morning exercise left her collapsed over his torso breathing heavily. She noticed beads of sweat dotted his upper lip and felt some of his on her hand as she'd embraced him tightly at their peak as the sweat trickled down his back. September was still considered warm for DC and amorous exertions contributed to them feeling like they had been exercising in a sauna.

"Oh...God..." Animal groaned; their mutual culmination had left them both wrung out and physically drained.

Meg smirked at him, "Wrong deity; I'm Meg." Maybe it was early that morning but that made them both dissolve into fits of laughter. Recovering from the laughter was hard as looking at each other only served to set them both off again.

"I think...we...both...need another..." Animal gasped out...

"...shower?" Meg finished? Animal nodded, his laughter having subsided to snorts and giggles. Disengaging from their intimate joining and embrace, the two got out of bed, Animal's eyes playing over the supple curves of Meg's naked torso.

"Like what you see?" Meg purred at her boyfriend and lover.

Animal smiled softly, leaned in, growling a soft "yes...I do..." in her ear.

"Then..." Meg gave him a low-lidded glance. She whispered in his ear, "...take me..." she licked the tip of his nose "...in the shower..." Oh god, did he ever want her so badly.

He growled low in his throat, "I want you now..." as Meg's smile widened, pulling him on top of her as she fell backwards onto the bed again, guiding him inside as she wrapped her legs around his hips.

"Take me..." she coaxed him, gasping as he did exactly as she had commanded him to do; the rhythm of their love-making in time with her gasps of ecstasy. Meg's body meeting his every thrust driving them both wild.

They knew that they didn't have time to explore everything they wanted in terms of passion so their pace was a hasty finish; Meg's throaty moan; quivering as the intense sensations of the climax of their coupling as Animal collapsed over her panting; their mutual climax wringing their energy out of them. "Oh...Tosh..." she gasped. When her breathing came back down to normal she said, "we need to shower so we can get to Bethesda for your appointment." It was nearly 0738hrs as Animal looked over with wide eyes at the bedside clock.

A quick shower; a mutual tender washing of each others bodies and hair and they exited the shower after a promise of an intimate shower raincheck after his appointment.

His wound was open though stitched and had to be handled with care, but he would be seeing the doctor about that this morning and hopefully he'd be able to establish a regimen of wound-care that would eventually close up this wound so that he could start rehabilitation exercises.

"What's the UOD for the day?" Meg asked as she put on her khakis along with her single silver bar on the right collar and the JAG mill-rinde and oak leaves on the left. The MUC (Meritorious Unit Commendation) and the National Defense Service Medal ribbons were her sole decorations on her service dress khakis.

Meg admired her boyfriend as Animal put on his spare service dress khakis, crisply ironed, silver oak leafs resplendent on the collars and his six rows of ribbons vastly outnumbered Meg's rack. On top of that were his Naval Aviator's wings. Only the Commanding Officer of an active duty command were designated to be able to wear the Command-at-Sea pin. Despite the fact that he was technically an executive officer in command of an active duty fighter squadron; until he took over the reins of Commanding Officer (with the initial CO) of VF-41 Black Aces from Commander Dale "Rattler" Kinnick, he would not be eligible to place the Command at Sea pin a quarter of an inch above his name-tag. Not that it mattered a hill of beans.

After the CAG and the CO of the boat had put his name forward to replace the disgraced no-load former XO of VF-41 which was summarily approved by the Chief of Naval Operations, Animal was on track for a command of his own as soon as he could get this busted up wing of his healed and back to FRS Training under Category III (medical).

At least there was a good chance he'd be back in the cockpit of an F-14A Tomcat doing what came naturally - flying off the deck of an aircraft carrier displacing 117,200 short tons in an aircraft designed to fly at over twice the speed of sound. The C-13-1 catapult could launch 36 tons at 140 knots off the pointy end of the boat. He couldn't wait to get back to flying but at least he'd be able to establish a good solid relationship with the woman he loved.

0925 HRS; BETHESDA NAVAL MEDICAL CENTRE, BETHESDA MD.

"Good afternoon, Commander. If you and your companion will follow me. We can begin discussing your treatment schedule. You're a long way from San Diego, Commander." Captain Walter Sharpley, his assigned physician, commented as he walked down the hallway; Animal and his companion trailing after him. At one office, he stopped and gestured, asking them to enter ahead of him. He sat down behind his desk opening Animal's personnel jacket perusing the file for a long moment before commenting, "You were decorated for the Purple Heart for being wounded under fire and nominated for the Medal of Honor? These are quite the heroic actions according to your citation. I presume it's going up the chain at this point in time since I don't see the ribbon on your rack at the current moment."

"Yes, sir, for the Purple Heart, as to the Medal of Honor, that's debatable, sir. It all depends on our Commander-in-Chief and his approval or disapproval."

"Why is that, Commander?" Captain Sharpley looked amused at Animal's response.

"Well, sir, I was just protecting the men who were with me on that undisclosed mission, sir." Animal replied. "I asked them to come help me retrieve our downed RIO, they opted to accompany me on that request. I wouldn't have been doing my job, if my job description didn't expand to cover them, sir…and they wanna reward me with a pretty blue ribbon and bauble? I was just doing my job, sir. I mean it's an honor and all, but..." he trailed off.

"They said you were humble." CAPT Sharpley grinned. "Are you sure you're a fighter pilot?"

"Well, sir, the gold wings on my uniform tell me I am…" Meg grinned indulgently at Animal as he responded, puffing his chest out. "Those who can't; boast, those who can; do. And, sir, it's not fighter pilot, it's naval aviator, we're a cut above zoomies."

"OK…" CAPT Sharpley replied. "I see." He said glancing up at his DSMIV "Yes, you are definitely a naval aviator."

"Delusions of grandeur, oversized ego?" Meg asked with one of her patented wicked smirks, fully cognizant of which psychiatry tome, Captain Sharpley was glancing at. "Convinced that he's the best naval aviator in the world?" She looked at Animal who looked rather deflated at those comments. "Shades of narcissism?" She finished with a wink that fully showed that she was kidding.

"Psychiatrist? Lieutenant JG?" CAPT Sharpley asked even more amused at Meg's comments.

"No…she's a lawyer." Animal said dryly, "A Navy JAG."

CAPT Sharpley looked at Meg, then back at Animal. He wasn't sure whether to congratulate Animal on a catch or shake his hand in commiseration. He settled for commenting just as dryly as Animal had, "Lawyer, huh?"

"Yes, sir." Meg responded proudly, giving Animal a smirk that was half indulgent and half affectionate.

Captain Sharpley looked at the both of them noting with some satisfaction that the naval aviator O-5 and the young Lieutenant JG appeared to know one another with a certain degree of familiarity. The captain noted mentally that they appeared to be close. Their relationship would also assist in the naval aviator's recovery back to flight status. Patients always responded much better when they had a significant other to help them in their rehabilitation program. "Well, we will take some x-rays to see how well your shoulder is healing up. Left shoulder injury, two bullets originating from an AK-47 firing a 7.62x39mm round. Punched straight through the muscle, missed arteries and surprisingly your entire shoulder joint. The first passed through to the left of your humerous." CAPT Sharpley commented, looking at his file.

"Well, it didn't seem so humorous at the time." Animal intentionally misinterpreted it, getting a chuckle out of the captain.

"Yep…that never fails to elicit a joke." The captain chuckled at the pun.

Animal figured he was going to get along just fine with the medical services Navy Captain.

"The second bullet went between your clavicle and your scapula. If it had hit your scapula, it would have shattered it and we'd be looking at a medical down chit from flying. You were extremely lucky, Commander."

"Yes, sir. I definitely missed the axe on that one." Animal responded, looking at Meg, with jaw dropped open. The doctors hadn't gone into that much detail before, they just tossed him onto rehabilitation. But knowing the near-miss to his flying career, he resolved even more that getting shot at was 'for the birds'. From now on, he was going to stay comfy in his F-14 Tomcat…and resist getting shot down, even if he had to take down an entire enemy squadron by himself.

CAPT Sharpley explained to the naval aviator that thankfully the wound itself was not a career killer but a lot of his recovery would depend on how his body reacted to treatment; how quickly the would sealed itself as far as recovery time would be and that his date of start on physical rehabilitative therapy was dependant on that wound remaining sealed.

Animal nodded. He'd known that a 7.62x39 times two would do considerable damage to his shoulder and that he was lucky to have escaped much of the physical ramifications of such wounds in the course of pitched battle however it didn't make up for disappointment in not being able to start physical rehab quickly. "I understand, sir."

"Chin up, Commander, we'll get you there." Captain Sharpley assured him, "We'll do everything possible to lessen the amount of time it takes in order to rehabilitate you to combat-status. What I would like for you to do, even though we do have your x-rays from the post-op on the Mercy is to get another round of X-rays done so that we can establish a bench-mark of where you are at currently in the healing process. Commander." He made a note in Animal's patient records and then handed over a radiology request form to Animal. "This is for the radiology unit to put an expedite on the processing of the results and I may have to order a CT scan of the affected area pending the results."

Animal nodded. Being poked and prodded by medical technicians was not his idea of a fun experience during the best of times and being wounded and in recovery was far from that.

When they were finished, Captain Sharpley inspecting the wound, cleaning, applying antibiotic ointment to prevent infection and re-dressing it. "So, head to radiology and let's get those X-rays so that I can establish a rehabilitation schedule for you to follow. Of course you can also do a bit of cardio so long as you don't put too much strain on your shoulder. Jogging will be good for you to increase stamina and that will also oxygenate your blood vessels promoting healing of the muscle tissues." He informed Animal.

Animal groaned. He hated jogging at the best of times. ROTC had required him to jog to meet physical fitness requirements; those runs being timed and he'd hated every single moment of it with a passion but many of the alternatives to jogging were harder on the body. Biking meant holding the handle bars with the upper torso being supported by arms and shoulder. Swimming involved full rotator movement of the arms and shoulders; the very part of his body, he was supposed to be gentle with.

Captain Sharpley knew that most military men and women tended to only exercise because it was expected of them; that there were certain physical fitness standards that needed to be in place. Very few enjoyed a brisk morning run. Those who did were clearly masochistic. But this exercise would certainly benefit the naval aviator standing before him who sought to return to the cockpit of his F-14A Tomcat.

Commander Nakamura was certainly not unfit. He was a muscular specimen of a naval aviator especially for an Asian though it was clear that the period of inactivity from the gym was affecting his build. Commander Nakamura with his five foot ten height and two hundred ten pound build was on the upper end of his BMI and it was his muscularity and chiseled body that kept him from being labeled as obese. The captain handed Meg several tubes of antibiotic cream and what amounted to a weeks worth of sterile dressings. "Lieutenant JG. I don't presume to know the current status between the two of you but it would help if you would change his dressings every time he showers. Check back with me should you run out during the course of the week."

"Yes, sir. I presume it's cleaning out the wound; applying antibiotic creme and replacing the sterile dressing?" Meg asked. "Is using soap around the area going to irritate the wound in any way shape or form?" Animal was surprised that she was readily taking charge of his wound care,however it had to be understandable. Meg was his girlfriend and his care was foremost in her mind. She wanted him to excel in his career and she loved him so understandably she'd always want the best for him.

When they'd so passionately kissed on the deck of the VOQ., he'd barely had an inkling of what lay in store in terms of their relationship and it had progressed so rapidly culminating in not only living together but having the most intimate of encounters; passionate love-making sessions that left them pining for more as they finished with shuddering pleasure. Not only were they coupling physically, they were together emotionally; their path heading towards a lifetime spent together.

But for all that, he was an aviator. Part of him was always going to be in the cockpit of his Tomcat. That was his career, just as JAG and becoming the best lawyer that she could be was hers. She knew that her boyfriend's career was headed for stars. There was no doubt about that. When he'd made that stand on Hill 175, his path to high command had unfolded before him.

But it wasn't the hero that she saw in him; it was the vulnerable man; the orphan who'd clawed his way up from the depths of his third year of university when he'd lost everyone that ever mattered to him; pushed his way out of that misery and achieved. He had worked hard for everything that he had, paid his dues and was now harvesting the successes of a career spent defending what he believed in.

It was also the tender lover, whose very caress lit a passionate fire within her that burned hotter than anything that she'd ever experienced. Their intimacy spoke of a joining on a level much deeper than purely physical.

Meg moved closer to Animal and they both nodded when Captain Sharpley gave them directions to the radiology department at the hospital. Upon exiting his appointment, Animal and Meg headed off to Radiology so that Animal could get his x-rays done.

It was a bit of a wait once they got there. Most in the waiting room were enlisted and Animal was the senior ranking person as well as officer in the room so he had to tell a number of the people who'd hopped up to attention from their seated position to "as you were..." in order to keep them from further aggravating their own injuries. Animal looked over at his watch. It had just rounded 1100hrs and he was sure they'd be out of the x-rays by 1145hrs.

"Commander Nakamura?" The enlisted attendant, a chief in khakis and anchor on his collars, silver winged caduceus on left breast pocket under his ribbons stepped up to him clipboard held in the crook of his arm. "We can take you in right now, sir."

Animal nodded gratefully. Meg had gotten up out of her seat. She was coming to the back with him. When the Chief Hospital Corpsman had taken them around the back through one of the multitude of corridors in the office, he pointed to a change-room handing him an open-backed hospital gown. "Sir, for the x-ray you have to change out of your uniform into the hospital gown; you cannot have anything metal in your pockets, keys coins,your insignia, cell-phone etc."

Meg grinned at him. "I'll hold on to it for him..." she informed the HMC (Chief Hospital Corpsman) who nodded. Not even batting an eyelash, the HMC ushered them

Into the room and left them stating that he'd come get them when the machine attendant was ready to take the commander for the x-rays.

"Hmmm..." Meg mused, "Nice..." a smile on her face as she watched Animal strip to his skivvies pulling off his khaki trousers and shirt leaving on only his socks and underwear. Meg gave him a smirk. "Guess they don't need this off..." she noted, her smile turning wicked, reaching out with her fingers brushing him briefly causing Animal to react visibly to her his legs and flushing with acute embarrassment.

"Yeah," he said hoping that his reaction would dissipate of its own accord...quickly. "I don't think they need to x-ray that far down."

She stood up and leaned in, her tone sultry and breathy, "At least they aren't asking for a sample..." she purred in his ear. Nope, any hopes of hiding his reaction just vanished. Oh, the woman was a deliciously evil tease and he loved her so much. Evidently his briefs had become a little too tight.

It was about ten minutes later that the HMC finally returned to tell them that the radiology attendant was ready to take him.

Meg walked over to the x-ray room with Animal and then watched from the shielded section of the room.

"Sir, if you can stand sideways so that your left shoulder is up against the panel and...hold still..." whirrrr-THUNK! Beep-beep. "OK, Sir, if you can turn so that your chest is against the panel and your left shoulder is up against that marked off square. Sir, hold still..." CLUNK...beep... THUNK! "Very good sir, last one. Back up against the panel left shoulder on the square, just a little to your right so that I can center it. OK...sir, that's good...hold..." BANG...THUNK! Beep! Whirrrrr-KERTHUNK! "OK, sir, you're all done. You can get changed again, sir..." the attendant lifted a thumbs up

"You sure that thing isn't on it's last legs?" Animal asked facetiously as he stepped off the x-ray machine. "I'd have sworn something shook loose."

"Budget cutbacks, sir...". The attendant grinned.

"Ah..." Animal said knowingly, "so machine calibration is done once every three years instead of every year."

When he'd gotten changed, he and Meg headed back out. Meg had to head over to the office but figured that they needed to grab some food on the way there.

"Beltway Burgers just opened up near the main gate." Meg commented as they drove towards the Washington Navy Yard. "We can stop there and grab a bite to eat to take with us." It was rounding 1235hrs which meant she was going to have to wolf down her food. So that they could make it to the office by 1300hrs.

Two cheeseburgers; a large fries and a double large Coke apiece; they were on their way back to JAG Headquarters. Both officers handed over their IDs and once waved through they parked in the underground parking. Picking up their food they headed to the office. Checking in with the Master Chief Legalman who was in charge of matters for the admiral to let AJ know that Animal's matter had been attended to and Lieutenant JG Austin was back in the office. It would keep the admiral from questioning where she was.

Harm evidently smelled the fries from his office. "Hey did someone go to..." he sniffed the air poking his head into the office, "...Beltway Burgers? Do I smell fries...?" Harm

grinned widely.

"What makes you think you're getting any?" Meg riposted as she tucked her fries closer to her body.

Animal glowered his best senior officer scowl that he could muster which was hard with a mouthful of fries.

Harm found it hard to not snicker since Animal looked like a little chihuahua defending his dinner dish.

"It came from the Beltway Burgers just a block away from the main gate." Meg informed him. "If you want any you can get yourself some from there. We haven't eaten since morning."

Disappointed that he couldn't sneak a fry or six, Harm said "OK...I'm gonna go get myself some fries and a salad. They can't mess up a salad too badly. I have to tell the admiral that I'm taking a late lunch. All my files are in with the admiral and I'm headed off to La Jolla."

"Well, you have a good time on leave, Harm." Animal grinned at him.

"Thanks. Animal, you know Mom asks about you. I haven't told het the latest insanity you've gotten yourself into." Harm informed him.

"Good thing, Hammer, she might have a heart attack".

Harm laughed. Poor Trish always watched over Harm's friends just as much as she did her own son and the risks that Animal took while in combat would have made her suffer a myocardial infarction ten times over. And Animal's blue button exploit was one that Harm intended to keep a tight lid on. He didn't want his mother having an apoplectic fit.

Meg sighed. She knew that she had a number of case files needing to be given over to the admiral to oversee, however she hoped to be done far before secure.

Harm made his exit since he was hungry. Meg and Animal demolished their food and Meg got busy with doing consolidation of her files so that she could hand them over to the admiral.

Busy wasn't the word for the stack of cases. She was helping deal with regular items like delay of pay, housing and other operational matters that required a judge advocate well-versed in civil law matters. Which meant that she was dealing with a bigger case load than Harm who was strictly a prosecuting attorney and legal investigator. Meg's cases were small but numerous and hence they required a lot more time for paperwork.

"I should be done in about two hours." Meg informed him as Animal finished demolishing his second cheeseburger. He was on medical leave thus he had no responsibilities whatsoever. The only stipulation was that if he was on a military installation he was duty-bound to wear a uniform to identify himself and to behave in accordance with the dress, deportment and gravity of a commissioned officer in the United States Navy obeying all ceremonies and requirements contained within his oath of office.

Meg was busily halving her caseload before turning over her cases. She wanted the ones she was close to clearing out of the way before turning over the rest to RADM Chegwidden. Many of these were civil matters requiring a signature of a lawyer or an affidavit attesting to a legal document. So those were able to be dealt with. The time sensitive cases she put in a separate pile with a Post-It for the Admiral to disseminate to an attorney who could continue on with that case. And the ones that needed minding went on the bottom attached to the pile was a concise précis of what each case was and how it needed to be dealt with.

When the pile was finished it was around 1545hrs. She gathered the pile of done cases and the ones that needed minding or dissemination, excused herself while Animal sat in her office quietly and headed over to see the admiral.

Pounding the pine, she waited until told to enter, "Admiral, Lieutenant Junior Grade, Meg Austin, I have the cases that you asked me to prepare. I have completed all those that require only a brief notation, or signature and closed the file. These are in this pile, the others require minding and are in two separate files: ones that are time-sensitive and require dissemination to another lawyer as they need to be wrapped up within the time that I am on leave, the others can be minded during my leave and I can resume them upon my return. Sir" she finished.

AJ was impressed that the young Lieutenant Junior Grade was able to get that all out in one or two breaths. "Very well, Lieutenant Austin. Very efficient use of your time. I'll make sure that these are all dealt with in the appropriate manner." AJ acknowledged her work. "I believe you can secure. Lieutenant Commander Rabb has secured and left." He looked up at Meg. "I presume Commander Nakamura is with you?"

"Yes, sir".

"He has seen the doctor at Bethesda?"

"This morning, sir, I have the antibiotics and sterile bandages entrusted in my care at his physician's request." AJ's eyebrows raised at that.

"You are taking care of his wounds between checkups?" He asked.

Meg nodded, "Yes, sir."

AJ nodded silently. The relationship between his subordinate and the naval aviator commander was more serious than he'd expected. But Meg was an adult fully capable in dealing with the affairs of her heart. "Well, you enjoy your leave, Lieutenant." The admiral finally stated.

"I will, sir. I will see you in fourteen days time, sir."

"Dismissed...".

"Aye-aye, sir!" Meg came to attention, then about faced, striding with quick strides towards the door. Upon exiting the admiral's office, she shut the door behind her and headed for her office.

Animal stood when she entered her office, "...so..." he began.

"I'm all ready for leave, the admiral has my files and I can enjoy my fourteen days." Meg sighed as she moved closer to him and stated, "We still have Chinese food left-overs and all we really need are drinks. I don't think a brief stop at a convenience store will Uniregs to the point where we'd get cited." She gathered up her handbag, and her briefcase and smiled at Animal. "I want to go home and the admiral allowed me to secure. Lieutenant Commander Rabb's already secured." She informed him.

"I knew it had to be..." Animal grinned. "It was way too quiet." He shot a brief look towards the general direction of Harm's office.

Next day they'd be able to be in civvies. But right now they had to get home. The burgers and fries had been delicious after downing every last bite, but he was getting to the point where his stomach was starting to yearn for dinner and some more Chinese left-overs awaited.

1635HRS; EST; MEG'S APARTMENT; CAPITOL HILL CREST APARTMENTS; NAVY YARD DISTRICT; WASHINGTON DC

Meg unlocked the door to her studio apartment and turned on the light as Animal brought in the bag with sodas in. Opening the fridge, he deposited the 2L bottles of soda. Meg and Animal preferred the blue and red logo of their favorite cola. But deigned to drink the other brand especially if it was on sale. It wasn't this time. They stopped by a Kroger on the way home and picked up several bottles including Wild Cherry Pepsi. It certainly would keep them happy.

Upon putting the sodas in the fridge to cool, they set about disrobing from their uniforms so that they could get the uniforms cleaned. The Winter uniform shift was coming up in October and they needed to get their dress blues ready for that change-over.

Meg was busy in the kitchen after getting changed making sure that glasses, plates and silverware were prepped for dinner. Portions of Chinese food were carefully placed on plates and microwaved so that it was warmed and ready to eat.

Dinner was eaten quickly with not much conversation and they washed the dishes quickly. When they were finished and dried, Meg gave Animal a grin, "Tosh?" She said closing the distance with him giving him a low-lidded glance, "Did...we at some point discuss a rain-check on a shower or something?" Her voice was a low purr.

"I seem to recall something to that effect..." Animal replied, trailing off as Meg's lips were a fraction of an inch apart from his.

Her lip corners curled upwards in a smile, "mind if I call it in?" She said wrapping her arms around him and tightening her embrace, brushing her lips along his mouth, pressing her body against his eliciting a reaction the caused her eyes to widen. She pushed against him nuzzling him like a cat.

Animal growled low in his throat, "I don't mind in the slightest."

She released him and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the bathroom and shower. Once in the bathroom, she started divesting him of his clothes, showering him with kisses over every inch of his body.

Animal was trying his best to remove every bit of clothing that Meg had on too. When they were both naked, they had ended up. In the shower.

Turning the shower on, Meg turned to him giving him a passionate kiss that he could feel all the way from his head to his toes and where her hand was exploring, made him feel very happy indeed. Yes Meg made him a very happy man.

Pulling him under the pounding cascade of water so that they both got thoroughly drenched, Meg washed him slowly as he returned the favour. Her fingers were magical, Animal thought to himself.

Then Meg turned around, her back facing him as Animal dropped kisses on her shoulders. Meg's fingers encircled him and pulled him towards her. Animal thought he heard over the sound of the shower a throaty moan; which he deciphered as Meg's entreaty to take her. Guiding him, she inhaled deeply as she accommodated him and then sighed, "Love me, Tosh. Let me feel good..." Nothing more needed to be said as the noise of the shower obscured Meg's passionate cries as they made love. Animal's hands were on Meg's hips and she pushed back against his every forward push.

Her ecstasy was heightened by the sensation of water pouring over her skin in the shower. And eventually they both reached their peak and fell off the edge of the cliff.

"Yes...Tosh, just like that..." she turned and wrapped her arms around him. When her breathing returned to normal, she murmured, "I don't think we really got clean, did we?"

"Nope."

"Then how about we wash up?" Meg suggested, handing him her shampoo bottle. Animal grinned back at her.

After washing each other, they decided to take their passions back to the bed. And after that they fell asleep yet again unclothed, nestled closely together, a couple content in the exploration of the amatory side of their relationship.

And wrapped themselves in the sheets as the moonlight shone through the upper half of the floor to ceiling windows of their suite.