<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"God, nobody's going to believe me," Cat murmured, stroking his hair as he kissed her neck.  "I don't -- submit like this," she confessed.  "I'm nobody's prey.  Maybe I just hadn't met a strong enough predator."  She slid her other hand down his back, feeling the muscles there -- the strength.  "You touch me like I'm special, and it's... I like it."  She cupped her hand around his head, holding him against her.  <br/>
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It was so tempting to continue to lie there, to explore each other all over again.  So tempting -- but life doesn't often allow for that kind of indulgence.  From the floor where her clothes had been unceremoniously discarded, Cat's cell phone started to ring.  "Shit.  That's probably case related."  She nudged him reluctantly.  "Let me up -- or go grab my phone.  I need to answer that."</span></span>