Irene leaned back against Sam as he held her.  What had he said?  He said love...and paused...and then said how good they were together.  Wasn’t that the truth?  Irene sighed, pleased.  As he slipped from her, she shuddered, shocked by the warmth that quickly cooled running down her legs.<br/><br/>Had she said those words?  Completed?  Maybe more like whole, as in not broken.  Finished.  She lolled her head back as Sam kissed down her spine, shivering.<br/><br/>“Sam...dear Sam...I’m no romantic.  I don’t claim to be a poet.  But, you make me feel complete...not a ‘soiled dove’ or only part of a person.”  She pivoted as he drew her around, looking at him.  “I think...maybe...” she looked at his chest, trailing the back of her hand over his pectoral muscles down the center of his abdomen absently.  “I don’t feel so damaged...so...broken with you.  And, if you feel more whole with me, that makes me feel good, too.”<br/><br/>She sighed into his mouth as he kissed her, calm, hands gentle on her breasts.  She snaked her arms around his neck, swung her legs up around his hips with a little hop.  “And, you are so right about the bath.  I’m going to have to mop the floor and clean the chest of drawers, too.  We’re just lucky we didn’t break anything,” she teased, giving his chin a lick and a kiss.<br/><br/>“We are good together...at least in the fucking portion of the entertainment.  I’ve got you beat, hands-down, in bad attitude, though.”  Holding on tight, she kissed his neck.  “TO the baths, Sam.”  She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, like you would to tell a horse to move along.  And, she chuckled, pleased at just about everything.<br/>