A moth to a flame: Juice and Dita

"I saw the dress," he kissed her lips. " I love it. Pizza is good, my body feels brutal right now. I missed you."

He went to the bathroom and ran a hot shower. Letting the water work the knots out of his muscles he thought about Dee in that dress. A soft smile spread over his face.

Dee paid the pizza guy once he arrived and got everything set up in the living room once she put her books away for the evening. She patientely waited for Juice to come out and join her, switching the movie over to Bridesmaids. She always got a good laugh from that movie.

He came out in just a towel. He didn't want to bother with clothes, he was that sore. He saw the pizza and let out an appreciative groan as he sat down and picked up a slice.

"This is so good.'

Dita blushed still whenever he came out like that. She felt like a school girl. She finished her share and cuddled against Juice, her eyes on the movie. She would ocassionally laugh; feeling so at ease now in her new home

He loved that she was so comfortable with him. He rubbed her shoulders and watched the movie. Her laugh was musical to him. He never wanted to leave when they did thinkgs like this.

He sighed,"Gotta go to bed. I have class early tomorrow."

Dita nodded, "Me too. I'm going to clean up in here and get a shower." She put the leftovers away and shut everything off before taking her shower. She slipped on one of her nightgowns and tiptoed into their dark bedroom, slipping under the covers next to Juice.

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Juice stirred lightly as he rolled over sne put an arm around her. When he woke she was still in bed beside him. He ran his finer up and down along her thigh to feel the silkyness of the gown. he sighed in contentment.

"Wake up Dee," he whispered in her ear.

Dita purred, waking up a little to look at the clock. 3:32 am. She rolled over to face Juice with some concern, "Everything okay?"

He shivered. Often he had nightmares about fires gone wrong, people he ouldn't save, but he was usually alone. It was nice to have someone to talk to after the nightmares.

"Just a nightmare," hewhispered.

Dita gently rubbed his chest, "wanna talk about it?"

The heat from the flame in his dreams still scorched him. He shook his head and began kissing her neck.

Dita pushed her hair out of the way, kissing her shoulder gently

He tried to shake the dream, but it was still haunting him. Hoping it would drown it out, he held her tighter, kissing her lips.

Dita gently brushed his hair with her fingers before back on the bed, gently pulling him close, "You can tell me anything."

Sighing, he laid his head on her chest, "Last year we responded to a fire in Brooklyn. It was bad, flames shooting through the roof, there was a little girl trapped inside. I went in after her and I could hear her, but before I could get to her the floor collapsed. "

Dita kissed his hair gently, "Oh baby...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you..."

He purred under her touch,"You didn't push me, don't be sorry. If I don't talk about it the it will never go away."

his hand traveled up her thigh and came to rest on her belly.

"I love you."

Dita smiled softly, "I love you too."

He kissed her chest just above her heart, "One day, when you least expect it, I'm going to marry you."

Dita blushed, "If you tell me now, it isn't least expected."

He smiled and tickled her mercilessly.

Dita giggled and tried pushing him away. "Ah! Stop!"

He rolled over pulling her on top of him. Grabbing her hips he sat up and kissed her.

Dita wrapped her arms around his neck; pressing herself close to him as she kissed him back.

Gently, he removed her nightgown, running his hands down the curves of her body. Pulling her close he pressed his head to her chest, listening to her heartbeat.