Disclaimer: KISS, Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons are real persons, and this story is not meant to harm or demean them in any manner. It is a work of fiction. Trynia Merin and other characters are property of the author. Rated R for sexual content and language, so no readers under 18 please. Thanks to Eisencookie for help developing ideas for this story.

Erica rushed into the kitchen, where Trynia was tossing the dishes into the dishwasher. She turned her head to look at Erica's concerned face.

"Trynia... can I have Christine wrap me a piece or two..." she asked, poking her head into the kitchen.

"Okay," Trynia sighed. "I'll get it for you..."

"Thanks..." Erica said, leading her into the dining room as Trynia got the tinfoil. Silence predominated as Paul watched Trynia dig two pieces of lasagna out of the pan and wrap them carefully.

"I'll see you both tomorrow, then. I'll bring Kevin with me, OK, Uncle Paul?"

"Uh-huh....yeah....I suppose," Paul said.

"Goodbye," Trynia says slowly. "Take care..."

"Thank you! she grinned and hugged Paul again. She whirled around, grabbed Tryn's hand, and squeezed it.

"I'm sorry," she mouthed. Trynia pushed the wrapped leftovers into her hand and nodded. Once they heard the door shut, Trynia picked up the soiled dishes and walked back with them into the kitchen. She emerged to clear Paul's plate, before feeling his hand on hers.

"Sweetheart, could you get me another glass of wine...please?"

Trynia felt very uncomfortable, and said nothing in response. She took his wine glass and poured more for him, then for herself. Folding arms across her chest she stood and leaned against the wall.

"Soooooo, you want to start or should I?" Paul asked.

Saying nothing, Trynia walked over and picked up her wine glass. She took a small sip. Biting her lip, unable to look him in the face.

"You know we can't sit here in total silence, angry with each other," Paul relented. "Let me start. For discussion's sake."

Trynia nodded slowly, sitting down She begins to eat more lasagna, and looks at him with a slow nod.

"I think there was more behind your anger than just Erica picking up another boyfriend." Paul began. Putting down her fork, she regarded him with dark eyes.

"Somehow I think some of that backlash was for me. Personally. Care to comment?" he sipped his wine and looks at her.

She didn't answer him, but took another bite of lasagna, not breaking eye contact. Slowly she chewed the mouthful and washed it down with wine.

"OK, let me throw this out. I have not proposed to you yet, and you're hurt and bitter. Deny it if I'm wrong," he said, giving her full eye contact.

"Yes..." she answered. "But that's not it..."

"OK. So we've established that."

"Yes... I am bitter... about the lack of a proposal... I've given you space and time... But that's not what I'm brooding about."

"Trynia, you weren't there to see how Julia's problems ripped our family apart. She made the world's crappiest choice in a husband, and Erica's the one that suffered."

"That's it. I wasn't there..." Trynia nodded. "I'm trying to get to know your family...."

"Mom and dad suffered. And I suffered. Big time. I just hate to see that happen again. Because let's face it. Other than me and my dad, she's had no male figure in her life."

"I am... but every time I turn around I'm screwing it up!" she cried, slamming her fist against the table.

"Screwing it up? Honey, you're doing great! What are you talking about? Erica obviously loves you. Aaron's wild about you. Mom and Dad, they think you're worth 1,000 Pams. I just don't get it."

"Let me refresh your memory... I try hard to get to know Erica here, and she confides in me, and then gets the confidence to tell you she wants to get married, and you accuse me of letting you down!"

Paul sighed, realizing where she was coming from. He reached for her hand, but she pulled away, and he said, "I guess that was what I was feeling at the time, but don't you realize it was in the heat of the moment..."

"It still hurt..."

"Trynia, what would you do if I told you I had an engagement ring picked out?" he asked, taking a sip of his wine.

"I... just don't know sometimes..." she blubbered. Paul fiddled with the stem of his wineglass, reaching to touch her shoulder. She flinched off his touch.

"So the basic premise of this conversation is that you don't understand me....and I don't understand you.....then WHY are we so madly in love? Explain that to me."

"I can't," she said. "It's not about understanding Paul... it's just..."

"I'll tell you why. It's because we know each other better than we know anyone else," Paul said softly. "And, at first, it was because, frankly, I wanted to get over Linda, and well, you were a warm body."

"Oh great..."

"And then the next thing I know, I'm trading insults with my best friend over you. And the NEXT thing I know, I'm meeting your family and you're meeting mine."

"Paul I'm just so scared... That if I say the wrong thing... or do the wrong thing..."

"And the NEXT thing I know....I'm insanely in love with you and I can't imagine being without you."

"That I'll lose you, and you won't love me anymore..."

"Oh, hell! You just saw Erica just totally screw up in front of me. You think I still love her? Oh, God, yes."

"If I have any fault, it's that I love too long." He said. He enjoyed the silence for just a minute.

Trynia reached across and grabbed his hand tightly, saying, "That isn't a fault. If I have any fault it's that I have a big mouth sometimes... and I'm too passionate."

"I've almost proposed to you about 10 times now, you know." He said.

"But I'm just......" Trynia began, furrowing her brow with confusion. Absorbing what he said, she chuckled. Startled, he began to laugh as well. He threw his napkin at her.

"Oh, you find that FUNNY?"

Laughing histerically she hugged her sides, "Oh god that's so NORMAL!"

"I know where that ring is, and by God, I'll go grab the damn thing!" he laughed, struggling as if to stand up. "Are you daring me? Don't DARE me"

"You KNOW you have to watch how you move damn it!"

He smiled, "I can't get down on my damn knee, you know."

"But you're sitting down..."Trynia teased. "And I'm standing up..."

Paul winked at her, while she downed the rest of her wine and managed a smile. "What would you say if I did? HYPOTHETICALLY, of course" he winked, in reference to their earlier conversation.

"Hypothetically..." she mused, thinking of a movie she loved. "Hmmm... Sure. Hypothetically speaking.... I say SHOW ME THE RING.."

"Trynia you're too much," he laughed.

"Be careful Jerry McGuire!" she shot back.

"Trynia Merin, you make the world's best f**cking lasagna and now I must insist you marry me," he said firmly gripping her hand. "OK, so now what do you say?"

"I would say... hypothetically..." she chuckled, wiping away a tear.

"I absolutely LOVE him... And I can't think of not putting up with his crazy romantic teasing self...""

He eyed her, asking, "Who? WHO? Jerry?"

"I love him... I love him," she repeats playfully. "The way he walks, the way he is... just everything about him..."

"How about the way he DOESN'T walk?" Paul teased.

"Well... I love him..."

"And how about the fact that he'll be TRIPLY annoying when our daughters get married?" Paul added. "And he loves you"

"You had me at hello," she shot back.

"I just didn't know it, did I?" Paul asked, hugging her to him tightly.

"No..." she laughed. "Just shut up!"

Eyes again darkened with seriousness when he further queried, "Do you want it?"

"Depends on what you mean by it," she teased, then realized he was NOT joking. Silently she noticed the absence of a smile.

"The ring. Do you want it?" he asked once more. Trynia nodded, tears in her eyes as he fished in his pocket for his housekeys. Pulling a smaller one off he handed it to her.

"Here. This is to the top shelf on my bureau. You can't miss it. I need you to... bring it down here."

"All right love," she whispered, taking the key from him. Still he regarded her seriously, watching her every move. Turning she smiles slowly, wiping her tears.

"Don't look at it," he whispered at her departure.

***

Trynia strode up the stairs, heart pounding in her chest. She reached their extensive master bedroom, furnished in mahogany suite. Two massive bureaus were his, and two hers, but only one, the taller one, had shelves on the top portion. Keyholes indicated some of the upper drawers locked, and she realized the key did not fit these. Besides, he said it was on the top shelf.

Sure enough, there was his shelf atop the dresser, stacked with boxes and various containers she had not noticed before. Some locked, others didn't. She suddenly realized there was a box on the top shelf of the dresser, hidden away from view. It locked with a simple old fashioned lock.

Taking the wooden box down, about the size and shape of two shoeboxes together, she set it on the bed. The key fit perfectly, unlocking with a sharp click. Inside were several velvet boxes of various sizes and shapes... but only ONE is the dimension of a ring box. Trynia guessed the others must be family heirlooms or jewelry. Pulling the velvet box from on top she closed the box and locked it once again. She returned it to its home on the high shelf.

For a moment she weighed the box in her hand, resisting the temptation to open it. The velvet of the box was soft and black, luxurious to the touch. Turning it over she saw the word Tiffany's, just like the jewelry store in the famous movie with Audrey Hepburn.

Downstairs she returned with her precious cargo. Through the hallway she walked, hearing the sounds of soft classical music drifting on the air. Following the strains she entered the living room where Paul sat on the couch, a bottle of wine at his side.

Two glasses were filled, set out on the coffee table. Seeing her there, he smiled warmly. His hand reached out for the ring box she carried.

Placing it in his hand she said, "I didn't look..."

He traced his thumb over the velvet and chuckled, "Damn bubble gum machines are so expensive these days."

"Yes, especially ones before Tiffany's" she joked. "It's on the bottom of the box..."

He laughed and looked down at the box's bottom, "This old thing? Ahhh, it was nothing."

"Pretty interesting nothing... Locked away in that secret place..." she said, handing him back his key.

"I.....umm......have been thinking for awhile what I would say when it was time...." he fumbled, again very serious. "And somehow everything sounded stupid to me. Or overdone. And I thought how a guy who makes his pennies by writing lyrics should be able to skate through something like this."

"I guess... even you have your times when words desert you..." she laughed, sitting next to him. Amused she concieved of just how many pennies he must have saved for this ring.

"And....I thought to myself how scary it is to start over again. When I messed it up the first time....and who's to say I won't again. You know how I am," he smiled.

"I sure do. And I know you can't blame yourself.. forever," she smiled back. "You have to let go of the hurt and mistakes of the past..."

"And I thought about how much you've changed...and how much you've changed me."

"Paul... I... didn't always think of the two way street here..." she interrupted.

"AND......" Paul sighed. "I asked myself, 'Do I like who I was before better, or do I like what I have to look forward to?' "

"That's a hard one..." Trynia nodded sympathetically.

"And I decided I much prefer what I...what WE...have to look forward to. So I marched into Tiffany's and bought this ring...." he continued, watching her look of surprise. "For MONTHS, I've tried to come up with words that would sum it all up....and I'm not afraid to admit, I still don't have them."

"When we were still schlepping back and forth to NYC?" she asked him.

His smile confirmed her suspicion, "Yes."

"Jeez, even THEN you thought about... an US... didn't you? More then just as a... warm body..."

"I bought this right before all your problems with your teacher," Paul admitted. He fingered the ring box thoughtfully.

"Oh my god..."

"Ok....I guess....here goes..." he sighed, and motioned for her to stand up before him. He took her hand in his.

"Trynia, you've always been her for me, even though I haven't know you for that long. I can always count on you to be here by my side...even when I totally tick you off....like tonight."

She bit her tongue, and stood before him on shaky legs that turned steadily more to liquid with each passing word. "Yes..." she says slowly. "Even like tonight."

"You are wonderfully brilliant, extremely smart, endearingly generous, smashing in bed. Shall I go on?"

"Only if you see fit," she blushed.

He chuckled too, and took a breath before continuing, "I know I will never meet anyone like you....ever. And there have been a lot of potentials."

"Nor I... you..." she responded.

"So, with that in mind.... I want you to have this," he said, and took her hand, placing the ring box in it. Pressing a hidden stud on the side it popped open to reveal the ring within. The shimmer of diamonds and gold caught her attention, and she thought of Erica's ring, a solitaire diamond, one carat in a flat band of gold. Her eyes widened in surprise at the uniqueness and the amount of carats represented before her.

"And I want you to become my wife," he whispered, studying her face for a reaction. Hearing nothing but her deep breaths, he took the box back and pulled the ring out. Shaking knees barely held her up now as the blood rushed from her and she blanched pale before him. He took her trembling hand, eyes pleading for her answer, "It's yours....if you want it...."

Lips moved but she was incapable of coherent speech. She could not even say yes or no, simply mouthing her disbelief that this moment had really arrived. Faced with the reality, it seemed very unreal.

"I want you to marry me," he reiterated.

"I... I... oh my god..." she choked.

"Please say yes... is it the ring... Gene said you might not like it... damn... please... just say something," Paul implored.

"I can't..."

"Take all the time you want... but please... say yes," Paul urged, voice dropping.

She nodded, words escaping her as she whispered a faint "Yes..." which brought a grin to his face. He slipped it on her shaking finger firmly, squeezing her hand in his larger one.

"I sort of cheated and asked Terri for advice," he said. "If you don't like it please..."

"Gene... that son of a bitch god love him," she laughed. "oh my god... This is...wow..."

"It's the same carat as Terri's. Same quality. Same jeweler. I just picked out a different design for you."

"Say WHAT?" she asked with a strange look. "Terri doesn't HAVE an engagement ring!"

Shock filled Paul's face, and he gasped, "Oh, Christ! Trynia, you can't say ANYTHING! Gene.....he picked out a ring for her. After the baby is born."

Trynia realized she didn't know what he was talking about, but Gene's off the cuff comment became very clear now! Little wonder Gene had shut up! Holding her sides she guffawed with mirth.

"He's going to give it to her. What it means, I have no clue." Paul stammered, flushing red this time. Trynia found it increasingly difficult to stand up because she was half crying and laughing so hard. He chuckled along with her, dying of embarrassment.

"Oh, this is charming! I was SOO hoping you'd laugh at me when I proposed!" Paul groaned, and tickled her knee.

"Let me get this straight... you and Gene... picking out ENAGEMENT RINGS TOGETHER? What is this world COMING to? OH god I love you!" she cried. Leaning over she hugged him tightly, pressing her face into his shoulder.

"I love you too!" he laughed, pulling her down into his lap. "But don't say a WORD to Terri! Or Gene will freaking KILL me!"

"I won't... I know he'll kill me..."

"Yes, he will. Hell, he'll already kill me when he finds out I slipped," Paul laughed, kissing her deeply.

"Paul, you are TERRIBLE!" she laughed, pulling out of the kiss.

"Hmmm, screw Gene, though. This is MY moment" he continued to kiss her lightly.

"I think we'd better let Terri have that honor don't you?" Trynia teased.

"Good lord you're nuts," Paul laughed, throwing back his head.

"Who's going to tell Erica?" she asked.

"Oh lord..." Paul realized. "She will NEVER live THIS down..."

"I promised her she could be a bridesmaid at... If I would do her the honor..."

"Nah, and if you side with her again, I shall spank you silly." Paul shook his finger at her. "Well, there you go, then. One bridesmaid down."

"With this... I'm always on YOUR side..." she said, flashing the ring and feeling its substantial weight on her finger. "Oh god Paul what did you do... this is so much!"

"Just PLEASSEEEEE don't make me go through the agony of a wedding planning again. Whatever you and your mom want is fine with me. Just show up in a nice white princess dress and let's having a rocking honeymoon."

"Well, mom had made noises about planning the wedding... And having my uncle CATER it..."

"And chocolate cake?" he laughed. "Mmmmhmmmm, and a nice white lacey teddy on our wedding night?"

"Or how about NOTHING?" she asked. He continued to kiss her with small soft pecks on her hungry lips.

"You never did tell me if you like it. I heard a lot of "Oh, Gods", but I was wondering what you THOUGHT," he whispered, twisting the ring playfully. "I.....uh...designed it myself...."

"Wait... you designed THIS?" she asked slowly, examining it.

"Hmmm, yes" he blows into her ear. "Look inside it..."

"Good lord what's this? A tiny STAR in it?"

"Do you see that there? T.E....." he asked. "It's for Trynia Eisen...."

"Paul..."

"No matter what you decide to go with, you'll always be Stan Eisen's wife...right here...." he patted his heart

"Oh lord.. and you said you DIDN'T know what to say..." she nudged him.

He chuckled, "Am I getting warmer?"

"Umm I hate to ask this... but are you... have you taken your meds?"

"I mean are you relaxed and.... painless?"

He groaned and pulls away a bit. "No, not really. I was going to take them with dinner, but then all hell broke loose."

"Well you have enough ethanol..." she grinned. "So I don't think you're going to feel any pain..."

He laughed and threatened to pour his wine down her shirt. Smiling he said, "I can tell you with 100% certainty, lover, that I am feeling NO pain."

"Good," she nodded. "Shall we go upstairs?"

He winked as she slid her arm under his armpit and helped pull him up off the sofa. Teasing he asked, "You going to carry me?"

"Daddy, are you okay? You're walking funny..." Aaron asked, as they hobbled past the entertainment room.

"Damn!" Paul cursed to Trynia. He realized he had forgotten all about his son.

Thankfully Christine sat near him, and got up to confront the lucky couple who awkwardly regarded Aaron's curious look. Trynia said, "I'm taking him to bed..."

"I figured that. Look, is it okay for him to have had some ice cream? I could put him down if you want..." Christine said, looking to Paul and hoping she didn't make a mistake.

"Hi daddy, are you okay?" Aaron asked.

"Ev, buddy, Miss Trynia is just helping daddy with his medicine. I'm feeling really tired and I know you are too, so how about I see you in the morning?"

"Okay daddy, I just wanted to give you a goodnight kiss..." Aaron said, getting up and rushing over to them both.

"Sure thing, fella."

"Is it okay if Miss Christine tucked me in..." Aaron asked.

"Sure..." Paul smiled. "Who loves you, buddy?"

"Daddy!" Aaron laughed, hugging Paul's waist.

"Well, you rest up tonight, because tomorrow Miss Trynia and I have a big surprise for you. Almost like Christmas."

"Oh wow!" Aaron said, as Trynia helped Paul to lean over and kiss his son's cheek. "Cool..."

"You tell Miss Christine thank you for helping you, OK? And don't forget to brush your teeth really well...even the backs."

"Okay!" he nodded.

"You don't mind... do you?" Christine asked Trynia. "If I put him down..."

"No... go ahead.. You're terrific..."

Paul winked at Christine and smiled. She noticed the flash on Trynia's hand and gave Paul a thumbs up. Trynia twisted the ring to hide it from Aaron. Aaron turned to her and raised his arms for a hug from Trynia. Contemplating both his lady and his son, he smiled brightly. At that moment he posessed all he could want for that span of time, or perhaps the rest of his life to be happy.

With Trynia tucked under his armpit, Paul hobbled up to bed. It took some doing helping wrestle him up the long flight of stairs, but through a combination of his cane and leaning on Trynia he managed well.

"Here we are... right this way," she said, helping to shift him toward the bed.

"Mm, the nice comfortable bed, my OWN bed..." Paul sighed with satisfaction.

"Let me just help you over there..." Trynia offered, swinging him around and helping him to sit on the edge. Once his bottom was seated, she panted, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"You're so good to a fifty something fiancée with a bum hip," Paul teased, taking her hand before she could turn to leave.

"I know, but it's my pleasure to help you. After all you've given to me lately..."

"Hmm, and I do love what you have to give, sweets," Paul hummed, pulling her close till his knees were flush with her front. Arms wrapped around her, pulling her to him as he leaned up to kiss her. She leaned forward to reach him and suddenly felt Paul pull her back onto the bed as he lay down on it.

"Paul..." she said. "Let me help you get your legs onto the bed..."

She leaned down and began to untie his shoes, freeing his feet from the slick leather. Paul kissed her hand leaning up on his lap, and when she stood up again, she felt his hand stroking her cheek. She grabbed his ankles and helped him to swing his legs around so he was lying down.

Grabbing her arms Paul tugged her down onto the bed on top of him, and she laughed. He fingered her cheek again, cupping his hand behind her head and pulling her to kiss him. She shifted slightly off to one side, enjoying his tongue gently teasing her lips apart, laying the taste of sweet wine into her mouth.

"Oh Paul it's going to be damn hard to leave you and sleep in that damn guestroom," she sighed.

"Stay with me tonight... here," Paul whispered, dark eyes dep.

"But the doctor said... I mean with your hip and all... don't you want me to sleep in the guestroom."

"No, I want you with me tonight... of all nights... I mean I just asked the love of my life to marry me...."

"But Paul... the doctor said..." she protested, before Paul silenced her with two fingers on her lips. "Yeah, so? And they also said no alcoholic beverages while on pain pills and you saw what happened there," he teased.

Trynia sighed with desire, noticing how inviting the king sized bed appeared, laden with its comforter and pillows. Paul laying under her was a temptation far too delicious to resist. Perhaps if they were careful it could work.

"It's been a little bit of time since we... you know," he winked. "And it has been 10 days since the surgery..."

"I know," she sighed. "Just a moment, I want to do something special..."

"If you'll help me to the bathroom sweets, you can get ready..." he winked. She pulled him up gently, and handed him the crutch he'd been using to brace his other side. Together they wrestled him into the bathroom where she had set a chair in front of the sink so he could wash his face.

Grinning, she rushed downstairs and tracked through the collection of DVD's and tapes. Selecting the one she wanted, she wandered out into the dining room where the bottle of wine stood with two glasses. Trynia picked up the bottle, glancing at it thoughtfully.

***

Paul had just finished brushing his teeth when he noticed the sounds coming from the master room. Interest peaked, he rose from the chair and rinsed off his face.

"Tryn... what's that honey, a movie?" he called, limping out into the main room. Trynia sat on the bed, wearing a long silk bathrobe and her hair around her shoulders. She chuckled at a very familiar movie, and Paul groaned when he realized what it was.

"Oh man that one?" he groaned, standing with his hand on his hip, the crutch tucked under his other side.

"Hi stranger, just in time for an evening movie and a glass of wine," she chuckled.

"I'm gonna have to punish you for this choice in movie, Mrs. Stanley," he shook a finger at her.

"Well if you don't' like it, turn it off," she teased, meeting the challenge in his eyes.

"I might just," Paul laughed, sitting on the bed and leaning the crutch on the wall. Leaning over he reached around her back to sneak the remote from her hand.

"Oh no... that's mine!" she said, grabbing it.

"Gimmie!" Paul laughed, pressing her finger onto the off button, banishing the image into a small dwindling dot. She struggled playfully to tug it back from his hand, but he dug his fingers into her side, tickling her.

"No fair!" she yelped, reaching for his chest and attacking his unprotected side. Gasping, he let go of the remote.

"What's fair!" he laughed, gasping for breath as they tickled each other, the remote falling from their hands. Paul rolled playfully over, twisting her body atop his and then flipping her over with his weight onto her back. Grinning, he pinned her under his weight and leaned down to kiss her. His soft tongue thrust between her lips, working its way into her throat. She moaned, sucking lightly on it and capturing it between her teeth.

"Umm," Paul groaned, stretching luxuriously on top of her, body pressing her flat with the comforter under her back. It felt marvelous to have him gently restraining her, a comforting blanket of breathing mass that she sorely missed.

"Oh Paul you feel so good," she moaned, as he leaned up and kissed her neck softly.

"Make love to me," Paul whispered "Let me love you... I think I can... really and truly tonight..."

"Nothing would please me better," Trynia whispered back, chest heaving under him, breasts squished a bit against his chest. "But I don't want to put you BACK into that hospital."

"You won't if I'm on top," he joked with a laugh.

"Umm, you're looking for someone but it isn't KISS..." she said in a fair imitation of his accent. So appetizing she looked under him, eyes glinting with mischief, hair splayed at the pillow in a brown halo.

"Oh, GOD, Trynia! I can't BELIEVE you remember this crap."

"Hey I'm a true fan, I'm supposed to have this memorized right?" she teased.

"Yeah, but I was hoping you'd memorize some of my FINER hours" he chuckled between kisses.

"Hmm.... how about the whole examination rap... From your Animalize tour?" she asks.

He tickled her hard, "Oh, now you just HAD to bring that one up, didn't you? Of course, that was well before you and my good boy monogamy days."

"Yikes! Well it was a VERY fine moment as far as I was concerned..." she teased back at his overly innocent look.

"Speaking of some very fine moments," he continued to kiss her neck and face, "Have I told you in the past few minutes how much I love you?"

"Well, in the past hour... but not the past few minutes.." she joked back. He flipped her over, and she became pinned under him.

He shouted, "Ah-HAH! Finally! Back on top, just where I belong. Bad hip be damned."

"Paul, are you sure you're okay?" she asked.

"I don't want to be a party pooper but..."

"Ummmm-ummmm. You're not going ANYWHERE! Tonight is all about us. Not about this damn hip."

"I can't very well go anywhere with a very solid and strong Star Child pinning me to the bed now can I?" she asked.

"Besides", he nuzzled. "Part of the marriage vows include "love, honor, and give Paul sex whenever he wants it."

"I think I can live with those terms..." she chuckled. He mock flinched as he guessed she will smack him. Playfully she did smack him, not too hard on his ass.

"Well, then. He wants it". He bit her neck playfully, and tugged at her belt.

"Hmmm, well then I guess what Paulie wants Paulie gets?" she raised an eyebrow at him.

"You're learning," he whispered. He noticed a playful angry look across her pretty face.

Grinning back at her he said, "But only if YOU want it, my dear."

"Are you kidding?" she laughed. Paul answered the laugh, tracing his tongue along her neck. He knew it tickled her, pinned under him with no protests.

Wild desire in his eyes flashed when he asked with a husky voice, "Mrs. Stanley, tell me your wildest fantasy."

"You, covering me head to toe in chocolate, and taking your time licking it off," she joked. "Among other things..."

He shut his eyes tightly, "Damn. How much chocolate syrup do we have? I'm thinking that Aaron might have attacked it."

"Well you could substitute something else..." Trynia laughed. "Want me to go check..."

"I don't want you going ANYWHERE right now.." he purred.

"Aww I don't want to go anywhere else," she moaned.

"But your fantasy... I could have Christine... "

"It's all right, I think I feel comfortable right here," she whispered.

"Mmmmmmmm, Marry me," he purred.

"You already asked me, Smarty!"

"But it feels soooo good to hear you say yes" he whispered.

"Yes then, over and over," she laughed.

"So, tell me. How does it feel, knowing you'll never be with another man?" He said, between kisses.

"Wonderful," she answered. "I don't WANT any other man..."

"Goooood answer," he slurred in her ear seductively.

"So, do you want a little bit of help..." she asked before he cut her off again with another soft kiss.

"You know, I got a little question for all of you tonight..." he whispers, mocking his 70's stage banter.

"What?" she asked.

"I wanna know...." he called out, straddling her between his thighs.

"I wanna knoww-ohhh-ohhh"

"Oh god..." she groaned. "You're driving me NUTS!"

"The wild animals on the floor wanna know...." he teased. "They wanna know........"

"Know what?" she asked, squirming with sexual desire.

"If I can maybe persuade you to help me get out of these very HOT clothes... that are on little old me?"

"Mmmmmm," she laughed. "I was about to ASK..."

He laughed, nibbling on her earlobe, "Becauussseeeeee.....I'm packin' heat tonight...."

"OH really, Mister Stanley?"

"And I'm not talking about some old pistol.... that needs to be... let out..."

"Oh really? What sort of Piece would you be referring to?" she pursed her lips as he reached down and took her hands, putting them on his belt.

"I'm talking about my six shooter of sex. My Uzi of ooze....."

Trynia laughed harder, her shaking delicious under him as she cracked up. The vibrations of her mirth spurred Paul onwards in his game.

"I'm talking about my......nice, red-hot, New York...."

"Your love gun?" she laughed. "As opposed to your sex pistol?"

"I do believe someone stole this lead singer's punch line," he pouted at her.

"Well you did sort of borrow Love Gun from the Sex pistols," she teased. "I mean... it is sort of a coincidence... But you guys made it BETTER."

"Speaking of doing things better...." he whispered, leaning over to trace his lips over hers. "How about it... huh? Helping me off with these clothes?"

Eagerly she reached up to unbutton his shirt, slowly and deliberately. He leaned up off of her so she could accomplish this task, spreading the halves of his shirt aside and running her fingers through his chest hair. Softly she kissed his neck, down his chest to flicker her tongue over his nipples. Paul tore his shirt off and threw it aside, undoing her robe belt and finding she wore nothing underneath. Up and down her body he traced his fingers with a light feather touch, teasing her sensitive skin to goose bumps.

Under her back the soft bed supported them both, an expanse of quilts and sheets. Paul's weight safely was supported on her body, fingers teasing her breasts and rubbing more vigorously as she unfastened his belt and helped him slip out of his jeans. Grabbing a comforter she pulled it around his now bared body, Paul settling on top of her. Only his blue thong underwear separated them both, his stitches only partly concealed.

"How do you feel... I need to know...are you feeling GOOD tonight?" he cooed into her ear. "I wanna know..."

"Very good," Trynia moaned, as they somehow found themselves between the soft sheets. She remembered they were satin, radiating their ambient heat. Hooking her finger through the elastic she tugged his underwear down and off.

Chuckling, he raised himself off her and braced his hands on either side of her shoulders. His lovegun, rising to the occasion pressed firmly into her belly, and he slowly traced it down making her yelp with the sensation of its heat pressing to her.

Slowly she parted her legs, and Paul settled between them, bracing himself on his wrists as he moved up, teasing her moistness with a bit of awkward maneuvering. She braced her hips on her folded hands, trying to make it easier for him to enter her. Savoring the moment Paul let his one leg balance most of his weight, taking pressure off his repaired hip.

"Are you all right?" she asked, seeing the sweat bead up on his face as he worked into the most comfortable position.

"I'm doing awesome," Paul whispered, leaning on one braced hand to slip his hand down between her legs to tease them apart, for unconsciously she had braced his weight against her folded knees. He dared not kneel, so it sufficed to lay into her, slipping his lovegun into her with a slow deliberate push.

"Ooh," she groaned, as Paul's full weight rested on her, and he lifted her hips, resting his weight on one knee, leaving his other leg as straight as he could. The mere contact of his lovegun pushed deep inside sent a hot flush of pleasure tingling Trynia's body to its core.

"Man, that sounds so good....that sounds so sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet". He bantered, thrusting more vigorously now. "And that FEELS so SWEEEEEEEEET!"

"Paul... oh god....... it DOES!" she yelled, matching his tone and rising to meet his advances. Sheer joy flushed his face, seeing her under him, eyes deep with desire, her lips parted with her soft whimpers and cries. Throwing her hand over her mouth she muffled off her scream as she came for the first time, the light from her new engagement ring flashing into Paul's eyes.

"Let me hear you, come on!" he urged, pulling her arm away and pressing it at her side. Trynia's next whimpered scream was music to his ears, as he continued to tease and please her.

Groin muscles tightened, and he felt his hot rush explode all too soon into her. It would take time to build up his previous endurance, but that look of sheer ecstasy on her smooth face drove away any disappointment he harbored. Face scrunching in mingled pleasure and some discomforts, he let out a loud cry and erupted inside of her.