<strong>Day Two</strong>-<em>When darkness falls across the land...</em><br/><br/>Irene chuckled as Sam mentioned his cynical side, certain he was mocking her.  Was there a person more cynical than herself?  She leaned back to grin at him, shook her head.<br/><br/>“Love?” she said.  “A cynic would say it was far too soon; that love at first sight was something only for penny dreadfuls and children.”  She turned his face to look him in the eye.  “I think I might love you, too,” she whispered.  It seemed less childish to admit it in a whisper.  And, then her word choice seemed timid, weak; “...think I might...”  She kissed him and then lifted her face once more, leaning her head against his, foreheads together, noses touching.  “Yeah...I love you, Sam.  And, it’s scary.  So, you might need to have some patience with me.”<br/><br/>She gasped as the cool cloth came down her back, perfect timing for Sam to press his advantage and kiss her deeply.  She sighed, her tongue meeting his.  Sliding her arms around Sam, Irene chuckled as he lifted his mouth from hers.<br/><br/>“You’ve mentioned it a few times, Mr. Markam...well, minus the Garrison.  And, have I told you how much I do like your form?”  Her hands ran down his back, to his side and then she grabbed two hands-full of backside, giving his ass cheeks a firm squeeze.  She liked that a bit more than she’d thought and caressed his ass.<br/><br/>“Can you feel your legs, Sam?  Sittin’ on the edge of the tub and everything... With my weight all on your lap.  Maybe you need to recline a bit...” she gave a push to the floor with her feet, and turned Sam so he wouldn’t cleave the back of his head on the far side of the tub, falling atop him into the cooled-down water.<br/><br/>She laughed at the splash they made.  “I suppose I’ll have to clean that up...later,” she said, kissing him once more.<br/>