"Just don't count on spanking me again," she said when they were sane again. "I'm not taking that kind of punishment no matter who you think you are."
"I have other ways to cure your naughty mouth, Louie, my girl."
"Uh huh, sure you do," she said with sarcasm.
"I'm gonna love you non-stop and when you're belly is filled with our child..."
"What?" she screamed in his face and tried to scramble away but he held her in place and chuckled through her tantrum.
"Louie, Louie, Louie," he laughed. "You're beautiful and I'm falling more in love with you by the minute."
"You might be Mr. Hunk Stuff but you're a nutso cop and if you think I'd bear a child of yours, you can think again! And furthermore..."
"Furthermore," he murmured as he held her tight to his chest and buried his nose in her hair. "I'm gonna love you like you never been loved before."
"No, you're not!" she struggled to no avail.
"I am," he swore and silenced her protest with a kiss so gentle and so sweet, she forgot she was mad at him.
"Don't do that," she said later.
"Don't do what?" he asked as he looked at the little woman in his arms and wondered if it was really possible to feel Cupid's arrow pierce him so swiftly and so deeply. He didn't know this woman and yet... the tenderness he felt... it couldn't be love. He didn't believe in love at first sight. He didn't believe in hearts and flowers. He didn't believe in the happy house in the suburbs, white picket fence, two point five kids and a mortgage and inlaws and Sunday dinner with the family and...
But throwing a baseball around with his son...? That would be nice. And a little girl, pretty as a picture just like her mother...? That would be nice. And having someone waiting for him when he got home - supper on the stove - a sweet soft body to hold while he slept, make love to when the mood struck, talk to, take care of...
Louise Rogers didn't exactly fit the bill. She was stubborn and ornery and drank like a fish and cursed a blue streak and fought him tooth and nail and... Gods! She's a sweet one, he thought as he bent his head to kiss her again.
"I'm gonna bust your balls," she mumbled when he let her up for air.
"Before or after I make love to you again?" he asked as he stroked her moist petals.
"Soon as I get a chance," she murmured, pulling him closer to her need. "Then I'll make a eunuch out of you."
"Okay," he said agreeably and slid down her body until his mouth was nestled in her curls. "This okay?" he asked, blowing hot breaths on her damp sex.
"Don't stop," she groaned. "You stop and I'll kill you when you fall asleep."
"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled and gave her everything she wanted and then gave her even more.
Her phone rang just as they dozed off and he fumbled for it, grunting a hello as he rose from the bed. It was a reminder from the building super that Louise had to vacate her apartment by midnight the next day and did she need any help getting her stuff out the door?
"I'll take care of it, Joe replied and hung up, wondering how that was going to be accomplished. And then... inspiration struck.
"Louie, sweetie," he whispered, waking her with gentle nibbles to her neck, his hands playing harmony with her breasts... her belly... moving further south to more intimate pastures. "You have to wake up, doll. We have things to do."
"Do them without me," she muttered, trying to turn away from him, unwilling to leave the warm shelter of tangled sheets and satisfying slumber.
"I'll let you sleep," he grinned. "But I don't want to hear any I-told-you-so's when you wake up."
"It a deal," she agreed, burrowing back under the covers. "And I like Chinese takeout."
"Chinese takeout as soon as you wake up," he agreed. "And as soon as I get you settled in your new home."
Moving from one habitat to another is one of life's events that can be traumatic or go smooth as clockwork. For one sleepy, still slightly inebriated Louise Rogers, it went smooth as clockwork and was about as traumatic as they come. While she slept, Joe called his buddies on the police force and in swift measure, they moved all her belongings, kit and caboodle right into one Joe Taggert's apartment.
She remembered the car ride. She remembered his warm embrace. She thought she remembered some male voices, bits and pieces of disjointed conversations, and a six-pack of Coors Imported ... or was it draft? No matter. It was wet and cold and went down sweet.
He made her comfortable in his bed, removing her jeans and leaving her in a shirt and panties. She dozed on and off through his ministrations and then she slept.
Eventually... she woke! Hallelujah! What the fark?
"Where the hell am I?" she yelled when she sat up fully awake for the first time in... however the hell long it had been. "Hey! Nutso cop! Where the hell are you?"
"Chinese takeout, doll?" he grinned as he sat on the side of his bed and chuckled at the outrage on her face. "You're a very pretty woman, doll face," he smiled. "And in my bed, you're downright beautiful."
"You have a lot of explaining to do," she hissed but took the plate of fried wonton off his hands. "What the hell am I doing here? And where the hell am I? And don't you have any plum sauce to go with these things? What kind of fool eats wonton without plum sauce?"
"Here," he grinned, handing her a bunch of packets. "Stuff yourself but save me some, 'k?"
"What else did you order?" she asked, shoveling it in like she hadn't eaten in a week.
"Sweet and sour pork, Mongolian beef, fried rice and fortune cookies," he replied pulling back when she slapped his hand for reaching for a wonton.
"No ice cream?" she pushed.
"Saving it," he said in that calm voice she was starting to associate with his lack of patience.
"Saving it for what?" she dared ask.
"For cooling off your tush after I burn it," he replied, pulling the plate of wonton out of her hands and flipping her over his thighs before she could register a protest.
"No! Wait!" she shouted.
"Dumb cops aren't good at listening," he muttered, yanking her panties to her knees and letting his hand do the talking. It was a long and hard conversation - one-way.
When she was finally limp and calmer and much more compliant... he picked her up and held her close to his chest. "You have to learn to curb that hot temper, Louie. If you don't learn to do that, you're not going to sit comfortably again 'til the next millenium."
"Do you beat all your women?" she asked when she found enough energy to form words.
"Just the ones I'm nutso over," he murmured as his mouth found the hollow in her throat and his hands wandered perilously close to the blazing inferno he had lit on her bottom.
"Are you nutso about a lot of women?" she asked and flinched when his palms rubbed her sore flesh.
"Just you, Louie," he said softly and standing, pulled her onto his hip and into the bathroom. "You'll stay with me," he told her as he soothed her bottom with a cool cloth. "I'll take care of you and when you're on your feet again, we can take it from there."
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her breath gasping each time the water soaked cloth touched her skin.
"'Cause you're gonna have my children," he answered as if it were a foregone conclusion.
"Not only are you nutso, Mr. Hunk Stuff," she smirked. "You have a few screws loose."
"That's redundant," he replied and then smiled at her. "We're gonna have beautiful kids, Louie."
"As if..." she sneered then yelped when his hand on her butt reminded her who was holding her.
"I'm fallin' in love with you, darlin' and it's all your fault."
"What the hell did *I* do?" she asked with as much indignation as one can, sitting bare ass naked on the bathroom sink in the apartment of a man she barely knew... A man she had willfully propositioned... slept with... threatened to maim... was comfortable with... craved his arms around her... enjoyed kissing... might tolerate for a while.
"You were born, doll face. You grew up. You asked me to dance. You fell into my arms. And..." he chuckled. "You stole my heart with your charm and your delicate ways."
"You're the most nutso son of a..."
"Uh uh. Don't say it, Louie," he laughed and covered her mouth with his own, his large hand cupping her bottom cheeks, his need for her evident as he lifted her into his arms.