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Rafe

I did not fall off her rudely Thanksgiving night, ashamed for having done so before. I stayed intimately glued together as long as I could, dozed off companionably and then readjusted us and held her as she slept.

Aubrey--- skin of satin, hair of lace.... Limbs like twining vines---- eyes of sapphire, a voice like angels---- humming my name, words of exquisite endearment---- so secure and perfect. My Aubrey..... my Aubrey....

Words of my song filled my mind: "Even if the moon, crashes into earth, I won't let go, I won't let go--- and I can win your love,  I won't let go, I won't—let—go."

She stirred. "Hm?"

Had I sung it out loud? She kissed my neck, snuggled against me, felt around near our former joining and satisfied, relaxed back into satiated contentment.

"Rafe?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I love you so much."

I swallowed hard, pulling her closer for a kiss. No words necessary.

"I want to tell you something. Are you awake enough?"

"Um hm."

"I want to stay--- in love."

"Me too." She sighed and snuggled, her leg rising against me softly.

"How do we go about that?"

"Keep having sex?" She was waking up more, and she traced circles on my back and neck with her fingers.

"Yeah--- that helps."

"And basketball--- we don't have enough of that."

"I need a better gym. This one sucks."

She snorted. "Spoken like a true rock star multi-millionaire."

I grunted in acknowledgment. "There's no law against having my own gym."

"And you can afford it."

"Is that a bad thing? Your dad has his own gym."

"Two of them, but who's counting?"

"Aubrey?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Basketball in the case of our issue---- ." She knew which one I meant. The LGBT/ Church issue. "It doesn't work. I can't adopt your view if you win, and I don't want you to adopt mine if I win. That can be for other things. Not that one."

"Right, cause that's basically our only issue."

"We might have other issues." I tried, rubbing her chest with my palms. She backed up to give me better access.

"I doubt it. Only if we want to play ball more." She snuggled lower, and reached her palms lower as well. I snorted and gave her better access.

"Ahhhh---- more sex?"

"I prefer to call it making love. I'm going to make love with you---- right now."

"Do we need to do anything else to stay in love? I am concerned about the kids and the jobs and everything getting in the way. There are so many obligations. Everything cuts into our time together."

"No, we are fine. We are madly in love. I love you like crazy, and you love me like mad. We suit each other." And we did, and there was no use talking about anymore tonight, no use at all.

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