<em> ~Jake and Jazz in there room killin time... ~</em><br/><br/>Jazz melted into her husband’s arms, kissing him back with underlying desire.  She really wanted to somehow reassure herself by making love to him.  But with his use of the term ‘Darlin’, she figured he was more interested right now for the woman in the Kollar and cuffs all in black, than her usual tamer wishes.<br/><br/>She smiled when he spoke of the gown and her wearing it somewhere when having a showing.  “I have a feeling there might need to be security hired, or else you’d be brawling in no time fending off admirer’s advances.”<br/><br/>Jazz giggled as he spun her around and placed her on the bed.  “With an impish smile and a batting of her lashes, “It would be a shame to not at least<em> try out </em>this bed…”  She bounced just a little<br/><br/>