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Uh, let me think about it... yes and yes.

*Hands her a glass of something bright and colorful with ice cubes, an umbrella, and a small straw* You know you look less like hell than earlier this morning. Ah but what the hell would I know? Try and find a guy whose eyes work that early anyway!

*smirks* My eyes are using all their stuff NOW though, I'll tell ya that.

Now this is a classic fruity drink. *grins and takes the glass from him, testing it with a small sip* Hey, you weren't looking to hot this morning either. So there.

Well, I hope your eyes enjoy the view. *grins* Wouldn't want all their work to go to waste.

*laughs* Says you!

Aw babe, you're too kind. Thinkin' of me like that! *Puts some oil into his hands and plants a kiss between her shoulder blades before beginning to rub it onto her* You know the tanned look'll suit ya, Connie. Gives you more of the hot Spanish chick with a chance of Irish thing goin'. Even out your desk job tan there. *snickers*

Yes, says me. I was there and able to sort of open my eyes. I could tell. *very solemn nod*

I do tend to spoil you, Marlon. *grins* Well, we call can't work like you under those big hot movie lights. I did the best I could with cheap florescence. And you weren't complaining earlier.

*laughs* Why Officer Einstein, those big movie lights were just plain hot, and nothin' else. I had to go tan on my own time...and yet I still look completely pale in black and white.

*works more oil onto her skin, sensually caressing her shoulders and lower back* And of course I wasn't complaining. You work as hard as possible to keep my focus on anything but your florescent tan lines, my dear.

It's black and white, of course you look pale. I'd probably look pale. *snickers* The image of you tanning is really amusing.

*elbows him lightly* Keep making fun of me, I'm going to get one of the cute pool boys to help with my tan and not you.

Oh I'll skim the pool myself, if the need arises.

*He moves down teasingly to oil around her thighs* Besides, I've been working on perfecting my touch to ten times the thrill of the average pool boy.

*laughs and sips her drink* Do I get to ogle you while you do it? I think I deserve ogling privileges.

You know, a statement like that, I should compare. Just to be scientific and all.

You, Connie, are hereby free and entitled to ogle me.

Aw, fuck science. *he lightly slaps a small palmful of oil against her ass* Physical education's SO much better.

*smirks* Ok, now I gotta rub the other side.

I should get that in writing. Just to be safe.

Hey, science is useful. *eyes him* But, I always always better at PE in school.

You're one demanding boyfriend, you know that? *smirks and rolls over, stretching out* High maintenance, that's the term.

Well as soon as I actually have FREE time in our hotel room, I'll be sure to get it signed and notarized.

*laughs* Well excuuuuse me for bein' a man with needs! *he gently runs his hands up both of her legs and begins to oil her stomach*

Sooo, *thinks about it for a moment* the next time we order room service then. Good. I'll hold you to that, Mr. Brando.

*reaches up and pats him on the head like a puppy* It's okay, men are needy creatures. I knew what to expect.