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Setting: July 4th, 1987

Amanda Stetson glanced at her wristwatch, impatiently pacing the
floor of Lee's living room. She was anxious for her husband's
return, eager to have him where she could watch his back with her own
eyes.

In her opinion, he'd been gone for far too long, even though it had
only been a week. He'd been on assignment in London, with MI-6,
conferencing with some of Europe's best intelligence operatives. It
hadn't been an assignment filled with danger and yet Amanda had hated
every minute that he wasn't with her.

It seemed, in her humble opinion, that since they'd been married
they'd spent far too much time apart. Starting with their disastrous
honeymoon followed by her long recovery, and then intermingled
between long cases and her role as a mother, their private moments
had been very much stolen but passionately enjoyed.

But they had tonight, the first Saturday night in what seemed forever
to play husband and wife, something that she vowed to do with
perfection.

She made another rotation around his living room, then stopped to do
a quick check to ensure that everything was in place. Candles, soft
music, chilled wine, and a light supper to hopefully be followed with
their own private fireworks display.

Another check of her watch told he should be there any minute and she
quickly hurried to the bathroom to check her appearance one final
time. She was in the process of scrutinizing her appearance in his
dresser mirror when she heard the front door open.

He had dropped his luggage onto the floor and had just shut the door
behind him when she came out.

"Hey big fella," she whispered.

"Manda," he greeted her. His strong arms swept her up into his
embrace, spinning her around in his excitement to see her.

"God, I've missed you," he told her before claiming her mouth with a
kiss intense enough to make her forget how to breathe.

She moaned softly as he pulled away.

"I've missed you too," she told him.

Lee took a step back to admire the lovely view in front of him and
smiled with obvious approval.

The red sundress that she wore set off her light summer tan, clung to
her curves in all the right places and left a generous but still
decent amount of her flesh exposed for his hazel eyes to drink in.

"Yummy," he growled.

She smiled.

"Dinner's in the kitchen," she told him.

"I'm thinking let's go straight to dessert and forget the main
course."

"What? I slaved over a hot stove all afternoon, you're kidding?"

He understood she was teasing.

She knew he was serious.

Without a word, they came to stand together, her slim body pressing
close to him, molding to his perfectly. Her arms wrapped around his
neck, one hand finding way for her fingers to weave through his hair
while his head lowered, their lips connecting.

She felt him wrap one arm around her waist, his hand finding the
familiar nesting place in the small of her back, pressing her even
closer. His other arm traveled up her back, until his fingers found
the banana clip that held her long dark hair back and he released it,
letting it drop to the floor without so much as a care.

Then he swept his wife up into his arms and carried her to the
bedroom, all thoughts of nourishment erased away by the promise of
more carnal delights.

Along the way, Amanda's shoes dropped, one followed by the other.
Her hands were already making short work of the buttons on his dress
shirt.

Upon entering the bedroom, her husband dropped her gently, allowing
her feet to touch the floor even though she was already on cloud
nine. With just a simple look or caress he had the power to make her
forget even her own name.

His hands slowly undressed her. Starting with the zipper on the back
of her dress, he slid it down with such torturing slowness that
Amanda nearly screamed with anticipation.

Lee slowly allowed the garment to drop to the floor, revealing his
now scantily clad wife wearing nothing but a sexy white lace bra and
panty set that was obviously new.

He picked her up and sat her down on the bed, then proceeded to
remove his clothing until he wore nothing. Then he joined her on the
bed.

The couple then initiated a heated dance of kisses and caresses,
exploring each other's bodies with hungry desire. In between kisses,
he slowly removed her underwear, one piece at a time.

He caught one breast within his mouth and teased her with his tongue,
licking and swirling the rosy peak until she thought she would climax
right then and there.

"Oh, Lee," she murmured. "Please."

"Please what?"

Amanda knew she was ready for him, had been for hours as she'd
awaited his arrival. Right now she was burning hot, slick and wet,
and aching for him to take her. Did he really need for her to
vocalize this?

"Now," she murmured as she pulled his head down towards hers and
kissed him with every bit of passion and love that her heart held for
him. "Please don't make me wait any longer."

"I love it when you beg, Mrs. Stetson," Lee told her.

With one knee, he parted her legs, opening her up for him. Cupping
her face lovingly with his hands, he whispered the three words that
never failed to melt her heart.

"I love you."

And then Amanda felt the tip of his cock sliding along her wet
folds. Hard and hot, swollen and ready, and she wanted every inch of
him buried inside of her. She wrapped one slender leg around him,
encouraging him to continue.

Then she felt his erection slide inside of her, slowly in and then
slowly out, repeating the motion and sliding in a bit further each
time until finally he thrust completely into her.

"Oh," she whimpered.

Her hips moved slightly, initiating the passion dance that both
yearned to begin. Soon they had found their rhythm, bodies moving in
tandem, as they loved one another completely. Her nails scraped his
back, her breasts rubbed against his chest and still she couldn't get
enough of him.

"More, please," she heard herself beg in a voice that she wasn't sure
even belonged to her.

"Yeah," Lee told her, obviously agreeing with her.

Just when she thought that she might come, he surprised her,
switching tactics to leave her breathless and frustrated, keeping
that elusive peak of fulfillment just out of her reach.

Time and time again he did this, until Amanda was begging for his
mercy.

Her hands caught his, her fingers intertwining with his as she pulled
her arms back over her head. The action caused more of Lee's weight
to settle upon her; the heat of his sweat slicked body engulfing
her. In reaction to her need becoming more urgent, his thrusts
changed, until he was pistoning in and out of her.

She had never felt anything better than the long driving strokes that
pushed her into the mattress beneath him. The pleasure within her
grew until, like a coiled spring it released.

Her scream filled the darkened bedroom until his mouth claimed hers
and then with one last raw impacting thrust, he came inside of her as
well, leaving both convulsing upon his bed.

Outside, the darkened skies above Washington were filled with
exploding fireworks celebrating the nation's freedom. Explosions
that had nothing on the eruption that had taken place between the
Stetsons.

For some time, the two of them cuddled together, listening to the
muffled sounds of the festivities while their heartbeats slowed back
to a normal pace. Amanda had nearly drifted to sleep when Lee
noticed the small blue box on the nightstand.

"Manda?"

"Hmm?"

"What's that box?" he asked curiously.

"Oh," she whispered softly. "I have a welcome home present for you
but I guess I forgot all about it."

Lee chuckled.

"Just like we forgot all about dinner?"

She smiled up at him.

"It's been on low, it won't burn, I thought ahead."

"Wise move, Mrs. Stetson."

He sat up first, then tugged her up to join him.

"So, what's in the box?"

"You, uh, have to open it," she told him shyly.

Natural curiosity overtook the Scarecrow and he opened up the box.
Then he gazed at Amanda, who had ducked her head and was now clasping
her hands tightly together.

"Manda?"

When she didn't look up at him, he spoke again.

"Hey, look at me," he told her softly.

When she raised her face to look at him, her eyes were full of
hesitation until she saw the expression on his face, a silly boyish
grin that was matched with a happy twinkle in his hazel eyes.

"You're sure?"

She smiled shyly and nodded. "Yeah," she whispered in a hushed voice.

"Oh, Mrs. Stetson, I love you," he told her as he leaned in and
kissed her gently.

"Now I get it, a Fourth celebration of red, white, and blue," he told
her. "That calls for more celebrating."

The pregnancy test with its positive blue line fell off the bed,
forgotten as Lee pulled his wife into his arms and began to show her
yet again just how much he loved her. It would prove to a very
memorable night of celebration, filled with all of the sparks and
explosions that the Fourth of July required.
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