<em>Leo with Danica</em><br/><br/>Leo withdrew his hand from her jeans and sighed theatrically. Then he nodded. "Keep your hands above your head." It was just as well, his hand had been getting cramped in a dozen places. He didn't know there were that many places to get cramps<em>in</em>. He undid the jeans and worked them down her thighs.<br/><br/>He paused there, looking at her with an odd sort of fascination for a moment. Then he snapped out of the reverie and tugged them the rest of the way off. He remembered how attached she was to her clothes and took a moment to fold them and set them on the floor beside the bed.<br/><br/>Then he climbed back in and nipped gently at her breast as his hand returned to her body, sliding a finger inside her. "Better?" he murmured into her tit. "Oh," he suddenly remembered her question. "That would be the deal, yes. And I will<em>always</em>have dibs. My Danica," there was a mixture of feral possession and a sort of reverence in the last two words.