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Contact Sports Ch. 01

By: athena_by_night



I cursed silently as I watched Steve Jennings being sent out from the match with fourteen minutes of play left. Language that was now colored with Brit slang, thanks to my sojourn to the airport pub last night with my veddy British cameraman, Phil Baker to catch the redeye out of JFK. The network's little idea of a joke, a form of malicious payback for my reluctance to make a fool of myself professionally. 

Phil is pleasant enough but with a thick cockney accent I have trouble understanding. When the network I pimp for, (sorry I am not happy with my present circumstances), was looking for someone to cover the inter-league semi-final game between Manchester and the wunderkinds of Liverpool, I was not their first choice. Neither was it mine. 

I fought vehemently to stay in New York. I do research and human interest stories predominantly, what do I know about soccer? Nothing! I was their fourth choice, after Tom "I Look in Every Mirror I See" Hastings was sidelined with the flu, Sonya Nash went out early on maternity leave and Hal Smith refuses to fly outside the US. Since he had an unfortunate incident with a Malaysian flight attendant and a misunderstanding about pickles. Don't ask, it isn't as scandalous as it sounds. By default you find me here seething on the sidelines. 

So I found myself purchasing Soccer for Dummies, with 36 hours to get to England and show the world I could be an effective reporter in a sport that excited me about as much as golf. I much preferred baseball, American football and tennis. Jet lagged, lost luggage and a treacherous arrival at my hotel via a crazed jabbering Armenian cab driver, I was not amused to say the least. 

With only an hour to purchase outrageously pricy duds and hygiene products in the boutique, and a lukewarm shower, (grrrr), I arrived at the stadium with minutes to spare. My credit card has been sorely abused. My editor screaming into my cell phone that I was to get as many individual interviews as possible including the aforementioned Jennings. Schmuck, I thought, as I trudged the sidelines in black heels and smart little business suit in black more suited to an evening at an out of the way expensive restaurant, involving menus without prices. 

Now the ponce had gotten himself red carded. Suddenly a faint light bulb went off in my head… I could hit the locker room early and get a head start without anyone else! Damning the consequences and leaving Phil wandering the field as I excused myself to the loo, I entered the oh so hallowed hallway leading to the players' quarters. 

No one was about, as they were still on the field minus one player, my quarry. My heels clicking against the concrete I looked around, not even curious as to the state of men's minds and belongings prior to the game. I wasn't a rookie and this wasn't my first locker room. I could hear water running and steam was coming from the direction of the showers. Impatient, I pursed my lips seeing that my perfectly oval nails had somehow gotten chipped in my pre-flight panic. Something else to castigate the powers that be about. I unbuttoned my jacket as it was hot in here, letting it fall open naturally and undoing the top button of my blouse. The water stopped and I mentally prepared some of my questions for the towel clad man who would be rounding the corner at any minute.

I was wrong. He arrived sans towel, well he had a towel, but he was briskly rubbing his hair with it. I lost my train of thought at the sight of his gorgeous body. A very fine specimen of manhood approaching. 

"Ahem." I cleared my throat to get his attention. Startled eyes found my now amused ones. I hadn't failed to notice the lean, wiry body that was being presented to me. 

Powerful legs that could eat up great distances were striding towards me a mixed look of anger and disbelief on his face. I didn't get to finish my leisurely perusal and I felt flushed. 

"Who are you? Never mind!" He snapped. "What're you doing here is a better question."

"Hello. My name is Marie Meriwether and I am a repor…" I never got to finish, as he grabbed hold of my upper arm. 

"No reporters! God! You people are unbelievable. The United States may tolerate this nonsense, but we are more civilized. Now get your scrawny butt out of here!"

Scrawny butt? Obviously he hadn't truly looked, as my butt is rounded and full. I huffed silently. "Hey! Let go of my arm, you brute!" I wobbled on my heels. "I meant no offense. I'll leave, but I won't be manhandled."

He actually had the grace to blush as he let go. He quickly wrapped the towel around his middle too. Too bad, as I hadn't been done viewing. "Sorry. Having a bit of a bad day here. The referee shouldn't have sent me out." I let his British accent wash over me. Pure sin. I have a thing for cultured British and Australian accents, truth be told. 

"Well if you are doing this to me, then I can't imagine why the ref would do that!" The sarcasm was evident in my voice. I rubbed my arm and tried to look wounded figuring I could use it as leverage. I was failing miserably as I wasn't really hurt and I was more indignant than anything, forgetting conveniently of course that I had invited myself here. 

"Ok." I breathed slowly. "Let's start again. I am Marie Meriwether. I work as a researcher for the most part, but am here to do interviews. I apologize for catching you off guard." I wasn't really, but how was he to know? 

He grudgingly accepted my apology. "You have cheek girl. Let me think about this while I get dressed." He waved a hand vaguely to indicate I was to turn around. I gladly obliged, wondering at the faint stirrings of something teasing my mind. Geez Marie! Stop! You are here to work. Still I hadn't gotten rid of the image of him charging towards me, full on, naked. I would have to remember it for later when I was alone in my hotel room. 

***** Steve wasn't perplexed that she was a reporter, more so as to where the attendant who usually guarded the entrance was. Probably bribed him, he thought grimly to himself. He was having none of it. He would politely answer her questions and send her on her way. He definitely was not in the mood for some bird to further bruise his ego. 

Shite! How could he have gotten himself tossed? The referee was a pie eyed slug. Mentally he was beating his head softly against the locker when he picked up on something in his unconscious memory. She had been peanut smuggling when she had been talking to him! Hmmm…he thought maybe there were some possibilities there. No! No! No! She's a ponced up mouthpiece who could cause trouble for him. He had more to protect here than his reputation. 

He dressed casually and rapidly, now anxious to get it over and done with. He stuck his feet in his loafers and wandered back over to her. She'd used the time to look at articles on his team and some of their trophies in the case. 

"Well? Ask your bloody questions. I need to leave." His tone was not friendly and I frowned, as I pulled my tablet from my purse along with a pen. Get it over with Marie, and move on. He's barely cooperative. The other players would have more manners and personality, at least I hoped so. I refrained from asking him where he was off to, as his eyes were opaque and closed to my inquisitive look. 

"I know you are the team's striker. What is so important about that position, and how badly will it affect them that you are out now?" 

"You've got brass. You know babe, if you are going to bang me off with dumb questions, this interview is over before it begins."

Dismayed I raised my eyes from my pad and looked at his. His were blazing with anger again and I didn't know what I had done. "I am sorry." I managed to mumble. "I tried to learn about soccer on the plane from a book but I guess it didn't take. I didn't mean to offend you again."

Steve had trouble looking away from her dewy blue eyes sincerity radiating from them and decided to soften his tack. Sighing heavily, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, I am sorry. Now that I am off the field there are a few things I need to take care of. How about I give you a lift to your hotel and you can ask your questions on the way? And I should stay out of Coach's sight for now."

I blinked and looked askance at Steve. It didn't sound like a proposition but a girl had to be careful. I weighed my options and letting caution fly in the wind, I accepted. He hustled me out of there so fast I almost put the brakes on. In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought. I burst into laughter when I saw his car! I was expecting something flashier when we stopped at a beat up old Aston Martin. Steve muttering under his breath opened up the passenger side and I found myself sinking into cracked leather on the wrong side of the car. The Brits have it backwards I chuckled. Surprisingly the leather was still soft and supple and I nestled even further into it. Steve slammed the gears and we roared out of the parking lot doing 40 mph. 

"Which hotel?"

"The Hilton." 

"Have you there in ten minutes. Ask your bloody questions."

Without sounding too huffy I said "Answer my last question please." Steve sent me a look that said he thought I was a complete idiot, but he answered. 

"A striker is part of the middle field positions and is responsible for scoring goals. My job is to control the pace of the ball and also play defense. I make shots when I can and am really quite good. Since we were up two goals before I got red carded, then I would say my team's still got a great chance of winning." I was melting in my seat listening to his deep and resonant voice. 

"What happens if you win?" Another speaking look saying I was daft. While he was contemplating his answer I was watching his hand as he smoothly shifted gears with ease. Graceful. That was all I could think of. Long tapering fingers, well maintained nails and cuticles. Almost caressing that stick, an image of those hands on my body flitted through my brain. Stop Marie! The image lingered as I shifted slightly in my seat, the short skirt riding up just an inch. 

Steve's breathing deepened. He had noticed her gaze and then his had shifted, as her body had. Beautiful lines, sparkling eyes, even if she asked inane questions. Forcing his attention back to the road he responded, "If we win we advance. It's that easy. Winning is exhilarating. Losing sucks." 

Simple. Direct. It was how he always was. He had no time for people who didn't say what they meant or meant what they said. He abhorred liars and was wary of people he didn't know. Reporters fit into that category. He'd been burned before and was not allowing it to happen again. 

I contemplated my next question; my editor was going to have apoplexy. "How does your family feel about your success? Are they proud of you and how popular you are here in England?" Curiosity had me asking that one, for my own personal interest. 

"My family, friends and personal life are strictly off limits. Sorry." He didn't sound sorry, I thought peevishly. 

I realized that we had arrived at the hotel. Not much of an interview. Steve was impatiently drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, his other arm now slung against the back of my seat, half turning towards me in that small space. I could almost feel the heat generating from him. 

If I lean back… no! The hairs on the back of my neck rising. I ignored them. Extending my hand, Steve surprised me. He brushed his fingers once against my nape very casually. Shaky breath expelling, I knew I had to get out of that car fast. 

Dropping my nerveless fingers to the door latch I struggled briefly. Steve reached across my body to open it. Desire, hot and strong, surged through me. GET OUT OF THE CAR NOW! I screamed silently to myself. Flushed, confused, I scrambled out. Dropping my pen. Bending at the knees I picked it up knowing that Steve had to be watching the material of my skirt stretching across my ass and the jacket riding up. I got up with as much dignity as I could muster and with a small nod of thanks made my way to the hotel. 

Amusement on his face now he watched me, his fingers still tingling from the contact. He whistled to himself, thinking that maybe he hadn't seen the last of her. Shaking himself mentally he eased the car into gear again and went to complete his errands. 

***** I was kicking myself for being a total failure. Not only did I not get the interview with Steve Jennings; I hadn't gotten any others either. Already cringing at the thought of my editor and my tenuous job position, I leaned my back against the door. Damn! Damn! Damn! I was pissed at Steve too. What right did he have to get me hot and bothered? Wait. Breathe. Center yourself. He couldn't have known the effect he would have had. 

And I had been warned about his lecherous nature. He was constantly being splashed about in the London papers, for his playboy lifestyle and partying ways, as much as his soccer play. Yes, I had googled him while on the plane. 

Kicking off my heels I made my way to the phone. I was going to order the best meal room service could deliver and watch the sappiest chick flick I could find. While I waited for my meal, I ran a bath. Stripping, clothes landing in a heap. I sighed into the fragrant water. Laying back I let the water act as a balm, soothing my tired flesh, feelings of weariness washing away with the day's travels. I stayed for an hour, adding more water periodically. Peaceful at last. 

Gathering up the strewn clothing I sighed. All I had to wear were my jeans and top from the flight or the suit. Rats. More credit card abuse ahead of me. The network was not paying me to buy clothing. My loss about the luggage.

Knock. Knock. Knock. I peered out of the spyglass and saw the porter. Cocking my head in inquiry I opened the door to him. Triumphantly he grinned at me, my luggage at his feet. I could have kissed him, restrained myself and gave him a big tip, as it was dragged inside. Closing the door once more I reached in for clean lingerie and my nightgown and peignoir. So very pleased.

My cell phone rang and I reached for it. Phil! Oh my God, I had forgotten about Phil. Engaged in a blistering conversation mixed with both American and British colloquialisms I paced the room.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Running an impatient hand through my still drying hair I opened the door to dinner. Oh! The only thing that formed in my fragmented brain. 

Standing with the dinner cart, holding fresh flowers was Steve. "I gotta call you back Phil. Dinner's here." Breathless I hung up the phone. "What are you doing here?" I demanded. 

"Bringing you dinner. Nice outfit. Can I come in?" 

"Why?"

"Because this smells delicious and I tipped the waiter. Also we won the match. Least you could do is invite me in." 

Stepping away from the door I let Steve pass. He handed me the flowers as he wheeled the cart in. I stuck my nose right in the middle and breathed in the heavenly scent, a mixture of wild flowers in full bloom. Flowers were a good start and not one of those high priced bouquets that I found obsequious. Okay, nice apologetic gesture. Giving myself a chance to focus on what was happening. 

***** "What's for dinner?" 

"Filet Mignon. Baked potato. Mixed veggies. And a fruit and cheese platter appetizer." I ticked off the items, thanking whoever had me refraining from ordering a decadent dessert.

"Are you going to eat it all yourself?" 

"That was my intention."

"Share?" 

"Well since you tipped the waiter, you can have a bite or two."

"Gee thanks. That sounded really heartfelt." 

I shrugged. I was tired and still jetlagged. Glancing around my tiny room, noting there was no table and only one chair placed at an attached desk unit. I blushed, as I realized that my luggage was haphazardly open, random items spilling over the sides, including some of my racier lingerie. I hastened over to it and cramming everything in shut it deliberately. Turning around I winced at the speculative and amused gleam in his eyes. 

"We are sharing a meal, nothing else!" In my head it sounded very firm, but we both knew it wasn't delivered that way. 

"I wouldn't dream of it. I just wanted to apologize for my early actions, Marie." 

"Ok. Then please sit and let's see what we have." 

Pushing the cart against the side of the bed and bringing the chair over we sat down to dine at our makeshift table. Feeling self conscious, I did my best to keep my peignoir closed. The intimacy of eating in the bedroom was doing funny things to my middle and Steve looked to be suffering the same. Keeping my eyes circumspect and my legs crossed demurely in front of me, we ate in silence at first. Too quiet. Too intimate. I broke the silence by blurting out the first thing that crossed my mind. 

"Why do you drive that car? Can't you afford something decent?" I must have shocked him, as he laughed. 

"It was my dad's car. He instilled a love of old cars in me. I don't have the heart to replace it. I am very good at what I do and make a decent salary. Why do you do this job if you hate it so?" 

I shrugged. "I like human interest stories. But I am not cut out to be a field reporter. I think this is an attempt by the network to see if I can hack it. If I can't, then I may not have a job." I shrugged again. "I like to write and am eager to learn new things, but I can't wrap my mind around soccer, um er football." 

Steve grinned and oh what a beautiful grin he had, even white teeth and his eyes lit up for the first time. "I hope things work out for the best for you. What will you do if they don't?"

"I hit the pavement. I do have a book I had written submitted to a publisher. I am just waiting to see if they accept it. It's a book about being an eternal Red Sox fan and the dreams that get dashed every year. Baseball I am passionate about."

"What else are you passionate about?" He grinned again, this time mischievously. 

"Roller coasters! Museums. Reading. Cooking. Doing the Sunday crossword puzzle. Family. Dancing. Adventure. Mischief. American Football. Depends on my mood." I winked at him.

He chuckled. "I love cooking as well. Reading. I watch your American Football. Some other pursuits." His eyes were twinkling at me. 

After that we fell into easy conversation. Books we had read, films we enjoyed, meals we liked to prepare. All sense of nervousness had evaporated. He was charming, intelligent and friendly. Dinner disappeared but we continued to sit and talk. The night flew by, soon enough it was midnight and I was starting to get extremely drowsy.

Sensing my tiredness, Steve got to his feet. A sliver of tension, anticipation, who knows what started in my spine. He held out his hand to assist me to my feet. I was standing very close to him now. 

"Thank you for sharing your meal. I had a delightful time." He feathered a kiss against the corner of my mouth and stepped back. Disappointment must have shown on my face, but his next words calmed me. "Marie, you have been a wonderful dinner companion. That negligee has tormented me all night long and you look damn sexy in it. However I don't sleep around, despite what you may have heard about me. I like to get to know a woman before taking that step. I also don't take advantage of sleepy ladies. But you have peaked my interest." 

"What if we do this instead? Tomorrow morning I will pick you up at nine. Dress casually, if you have no plans." 

I smiled as he tousled my hair a bit, twining a few strands around his fingers before releasing them. "I will be ready Steve. Thank you for a wonderful evening as well, and I look forward to tomorrow. You are intriguing and I like puzzles. Take care of you." I walked him to the door and touched his arm before he slipped through. 

He looked inquiringly at me and I leaned in to give him the same feathery kiss on the corner of his mouth. A slight smile graced his lips, and he traced a finger over my cheek before turning away. I locked the door, sighed and crept into the comfortable bed. Sliding into sleep I hoped tomorrow would be a good day.

Contact Sports Ch. 02



I waited in the lobby the next morning, trying to look casual, failing miserably. My face glowed when I saw Steve walk in and head for me. How'd I get so lucky? One of the most eligible bachelors in England was coming to pick me up. Me! So much for 'the sophisticated woman of the world ennui' approach. Who am I kidding? I was excited as a kid in FAO Schwartz salivating over the toys. Try not to make an ass of yourself please Marie.

"Hello Gorgeous. How are you this morning? Ready for an adventure?" Steve smiled and lit up the room. He was dressed in jeans and a sweater and looked really really good. His hazel eyes warm and inviting. I stepped to him and boldly reached out to kiss his cheek. 

Rocking back onto my heels I said "Good morning to you. I had the hotel pack a picnic lunch for us. I hope you don't mind."

Laughing he pulled me into a hug that left me disoriented, listening to his heartbeat. One of my favorite activities when I am close to a man. "Let's get out of here." Holding hands we exited the hotel and ran to his car without a care in the world. 

Fastening my seatbelt I glanced at Steve. "Where are we going?" 

"It's a surprise. I hope you have lots of energy today." 

'Ohhh! I love surprises." I sat back and let him drive, humming Green Day's 'Time of Your Life'. Steve picked up on the tune and we hummed in unison. I hadn't had much of a chance the day before to see the scenery and I was content to look around. The sun was bright and the day filled with promise. Steve soon pulled up to what looked like a youth center and parked. 

"What's this?" 

"I thought I might take an opportunity to teach you something about soccer. I coach kids in the fundamentals of soccer and figured you could help out today." This was not something that I knew he did. What a treat I thought to myself, I am going to get a glimpse of him that most of the world didn't know. 

We arrived at the field to watch what seemed like swarms of kids moving in graceful patterns. Steve rounded everyone up to introduce me and instructed the kids that they were going to have a chance to teach the American about soccer. I blushed at my inexperience but was looking forward to it. 

One little girl, named Olivia, with blonde ringlets and freckles led me by the arm over to a ball. I took little swipes at the ball, showing enthusiasm but not much polish. Soon a whole bunch of kids were cheering me on, calling out instructions and tumbling around like puppies. I was laughing when I fell to the ground. The kids 'woo hooed' and jumped on my back and held on for dear life. The breath knocked out of me, a hand reached in to help me back up. Even with Steve's help I had little monkeys clinging to me.

Grinning, looking up at him, he kissed me. "You are adorable Marie." Wow! First kiss! Any hopes of recovering my breath disappeared out the window. That friendly kiss had me tingling all over my body. Something of what I was feeling must have communicated itself to Steve as his eyes dilated. Shakily I pulled myself together as the kids laughed. Their joy was infectious. 

Ruefully I snuck a last peek at Steve and went back to being drilled on how to kick the ball between my legs and trying short passes. Every once in awhile I would seek him out and watch as he had his share of kids working on longer passes. I marveled at how they all were able to do this without their hands. A tiny hand tugged mine. I looked down to find Olivia in tears. 

"What's wrong sweetheart?"

"I feel funny. Hot." I felt her forehead which was burning up.

"Oh love, you have a fever. Let's go see if we can take care of that." And we walked off the field to the center; I called over to Steve to let him know what was going on.

I got directions to the dispensary from the bored teenager behind the desk and we continued to the back. I explained to the nurse who I was and what seemed to be happening with Olivia. I continued to hold her hand as big tears rolled down her cheeks. She leaned into the curve of my body, so trusting. I smoothed my free hand over her ringlets, crooning tunelessly. Soon enough she was asleep, cradled in my arms. The nurse going to call her mother to come pick her up. Feeling a presence, I looked up. Steve was standing in the doorway, with a tender look on his face. Goosebumps appearing on my arms at his look. He walked over and stroked my hair. His nearness having my system go haywire once again. 

"You look so natural sitting there. I never asked. Do you have children yourself?"

"No, I don't. One day I hope to though."

"Let me just say that you definitely have the temperament. You are so calm and obviously Olivia is taken with you." I blushed.

"It's nothing. I have nephews and I adore kids. Thank you for bringing me. I liked coming." 

"You are welcome. You did great by the way." 

I laughed. "No, I didn't. But you are kind enough to say so. I just might be able to recite all the positions." 

"Careful. I plan to quiz you later!" 

We stayed like that; talking desultorily until Olivia's mum arrived. She thanked everyone profusely and bent to lift Olivia from my arms. Olivia woke momentarily to smile at me. I felt bereft without her weight in my arms. Steve sensing my shift in mood wrapped his arms around me from behind. I leaned into him watching his hands link in front of my belly. His soft lips nuzzling my neck, warming it, a flush spreading over my body as I sighed in contentment. He felt so good and I felt so comfortable there. I needed to be careful. I was leaving in another two days. But for now this felt right. 

*****

Soon enough it was time to go. We embraced each other by the waist and walked back to his car. Still not sure of what the day's agenda held, I waited patiently as Steve drove further away from the city to the surrounding countryside. We stopped at a roadside stand to pick up a container of fresh lemonade and continued our jaunt for another ten minutes turning onto a dirt lane. Soon a lovely crystal lake appeared. No one was around either. 

"Where is everyone?" I asked. 

"It's private property. No one is here." 

"Oh, I didn't see any signs." I laughed and stretched. 

"It's mine Marie. I own ten acres and this little pond is a part of my property. This is the back entrance. Come on; let's see what your picnic lunch holds." Grabbing the basket and a blanket from the trunk we headed for the cool shade provided by the stately Elm holding sway. 

Spreading the blanket, I dropped to my knees and watched the ripples on the pond from the slight breeze. Chirps from the birds, fluffy clouds and the sun had peace descending over me. Relaxing on the blanket, I watched Steve open the basket. 

"Mmmm! Fried chicken, potato salad, salad, rolls and half a cherry cobbler and a bottle of good wine, a Riesling. This is a feast!" Steve grinned lazily. "Plates, cutlery, glasses and napkins. Everything is here." 

He was putting everything on plates or in glasses. We ate and drank and talked. Once we finished, I scootched over into his arms and we napped. Feeling safe and protected I snoozed into the early afternoon. Splash! Startled awake I sleepily looked over at the lake, a widening ripple apparent with no Steve in sight. Bubbles coming up, I watched him break the surface and stroke to the middle of the lake. Treading water, Steve turned around. 

"Come in Sleepyhead! The water's fine."

"I didn't bring a suit." 

"Silly! You don't need one, but if you are modest, come in your skivvies."

I noticed that all of Steve's clothing was piled neatly and I reddened seeing his briefs. Debating, nibbling at my lip, I kicked off my sneakers and toed off my socks and then I lifted my sweater over my head and skimmed off my jeans. This was about as daring as I was getting. My belly button ring glinting in the sun. I shrieked as I hit the water! Cool, almost cold I did my best dog paddle to the center of the lake and Steve. Brushing my hair out of my eyes, I realized that it was only about chest deep, a good thing as I don't like water over my head. 

"Nice lingerie. A lovely pink lacy shade, very pretty. And a quick peek too. You are voluptuous my dear, I hadn't realized." 

"Thank you Steve!" I chattered a bit, swinging my arms round to try and warm up. He laughed at my chattering and gathered me into his strong arms and gave me a lingering kiss this time. My arms wrapped around his middle and I savored the kiss. His tongue probing gently, I opened my mouth to let him in. A long leisurely sweep of his tongue, warming me up. I snuggled closer enjoying the contact. My breasts pressed tightly against his chest, he took his time with that kiss. I moaned softly when we broke it. Gazing up at him I smiled. 

"That was awesome. May I have another?" Instead of answering, he just pulled me close again. We stood there for minutes on end just exploring each other's mouths. His hands finding their way to my face to cup it. Gentle, oh so gentle, my blood humming through my body. Not looking for romance, I think I had found the beginnings of one. Dazed with the possibilities, the water lapping soothingly against our bodies I broke this one. Not sure of my footing at all in the water or with Steve. He sent me a quizzical look. 

"Oh, Steve." I sighed. "I...eeeekkk!" I floundered in the lake, as something brushed against my leg. "What was that?" I said indignantly.

"Probably a trout. The lake is stocked with them." 

"Oh." I was a little speechless at the thought. I hadn't counted on fish being present. Giggling I pushed off my feet to swim a short distance away from Steve. I needed a moment to think. A reprieve of sorts. Steve seemed to understand as he brushed past whispering he would wait on shore for me, no signs of disappointment in his voice, just acceptance.

I floated onto my back and just lazed in the water gazing up at the sky. My life most certainly at a crossroads. What were my choices? Finally, heaving a sigh when no clear answers presented themselves I waded back to the shore. 

Steve, back in his jeans and lounging on the blanket was watching my progress. Water sluicing off my body, I ran my hands through my hair to wring out the excess water. My cheeks pink with sun and his expression I advanced to the blanket. He smiled that sweet smile that I loved and offered a hand to help me kneel down. Sitting on my heels I smiled back. 

"Turn around Marie. Face the lake. I will help untangle your hair." 

"Thank you Steve. Do you know you are a wonderful man?" He blushed as I shifted my body, telling me to stop. He obviously was as bad as I am at accepting compliments. It was cute actually.

I watched as the sun started to lower behind the distant hills, Steve's hands starting to work their way through my tangled mat of hair. His fingers magic as he massaged my scalp along the way. Long after I knew my hair to be done, he continued. Wanting to give him something in return, I asked him to lie on his belly. 

My hands started at his strong shoulders, slow, deep circles over his bones, muscles and skin. Feeling alive at the pleasure of giving something back. Steve groaned in satisfaction as I worked my way over his upper body. He was beautiful. Seeing a bruise probably caused by rough play I traced it first with my finger and then with my lips. His skin had this clean smell that I took a moment to inhale. Finishing my ministrations, I placed a little kiss at his nape for good measure. Turning to his side he drew me to him and we nestled there, doing nothing more than that. We fit together perfectly. 

*****

"Marie, wake up love." Steve shook me gently. His face partially shadowed with the gathering gloom. I shivered with the slight chill of awareness. Wow! I couldn't remember the last time I had slept so well and so comfortably with a man. He helped me put on my sweater and gave me another hug. We gathered up all the remaining picnic detritus and walked to the car. 

"You have a choice. We can stay here and prepare dinner ourselves, knowing that we both like to cook. Or I can take you back to the hotel and you get cleaned up so we can go out to dinner. Or if you have had enough of my company, I can just drop you off." 

"I think I would like to cook with you if you don't mind. And I enjoy your company Steve. This is a far cry from how we started out!" I grinned mischievously at him. 

"Wonderful. I like you too. Let's go see what we can make." He winked. Shortly we arrived at the front entrance to his home. 

It was an architect's dream house. Clean lines showing fluidity throughout the structure. We went through the front door to the foyer. A carved banister curving up beyond my sight to the second floor. An area rug in warm blues and pinks gracing the hardwood floors and an arrangement of Chrysanthemums in a cut glass bowl near the beginning of stairs. Off to the side, I could see what looked to be a study, the door was partially closed. 

And down the hallway the entrance to the kitchen.

"Would you like a tour?"

"Yes please." Steve took me through the house, which was pure elegance around every turn. He left me at the guest bedroom, indicating that through the other side was the bath with supplies available for my use. He explained that he stocked common items for his guests, invariably his nieces who were wont to forget the odd hygiene product. I thanked him profusely for his kindness and thoughtfulness. And went to fix my hair, pulling it back into a ponytail and to brush my teeth. 

Wandering back down the stairs, I found Steve already in the kitchen. He was padding around in his bare feet. Cute feet I might add. The makings of a meal in front of him. 

"What are we having?" I peeked over his shoulder.

"I thought we could do a little Szechuan cooking, a stir-fry. Something light if that's all right with you." 

"Sounds wonderful. "What can I do to help?" 

"You can start cleaning and chopping the veggies. The colander is under the sink over there and the knives are in the holder over there."

"Mind if I take my sneakers off? I like going barefoot too." 

"Sure, kick them over to the mudroom." Alternative Rock playing softly, Steve had surround sound in his house. 

We worked well together, throwing the meal together in no time. Soon everything was simmering and the smells elicited were delicious. My stomach concurring by grumbling audibly, much to my chagrin. Steve just laughed and threw an arm companionably around my shoulders. He guided me over to the back door to check out the new conservatory he was in the process of building. Muted lighting flooded the back yard. While I couldn't make out the flowers, there were tons of them. I realized then that he had brought me flowers from his own garden the night before. I was touched at this small gesture. Impulsively I reached up to kiss his cheek.

"What's that for?"

"For my flowers. Thank you." 

"You are so very welcome. I am glad you like them." 

Returning to the stove we finished preparations. We sat in the breakfast nook and continued learning more about one another. The whole setting was topped off by a single candle that Steve had thoughtfully lit. 

We cleaned up the kitchen at the end of the meal, neither one needing to consult the other, just working in tandem. At one point, Steve surprised me by grabbing me close to dance in a slow circle. The gesture so sweet, it tugged at my heart. If I wasn't careful, I could very well fall for this man. To this point, we hadn't spoken of any plans beyond the immediate ones. It has to be enough I whispered fiercely to myself. Steve again in tune with me in some mysterious way let me go with reluctance. If I just had some sort of sign, I could figure out which direction my thoughts should be. I would have to be patient. Ruminating was getting me nowhere. Brightly I flashed a smile at Steve.

"Well Sir. You have surpassed my expectations. The meal was a culinary delight!" 

"Wench! You ought to be spanked for a mouth like that!" I laughed gaily and stuck my tongue out at him. He flicked the dishtowel across my ass, but it was all done in playfulness.

"Tired yet? Or would you like to watch a movie with me? I have an extensive film library. I am sure we could find something to enjoy, knowing some of your tastes as I do." 

"If you aren't too tired, I am not either. Besides, I had two power naps today." 

"Um, yes. I remember your power naps, accompanied by gentle snoring."

"Ouch... You would have to tell me that. Lead the way to the movies." He just chuckled, the cad.

We agreed to watch 'Wimbledon' with those two cute actors. Settling comfortably onto the couch we held hands as I lounged against his side, his other arm once more ensconced around my shoulders, his lips occasionally brushing against my hair. Soon I was enthralled with the romance between Lizzie and Peter. Unconsciously rubbing my cheek against Steve's soft sweater when they finally made love. His fingers squeezed mine and that was it. I fell in love. Simple and complicated at the same time. 

Not knowing Steve's feelings and a fear of being hurt prevented me from saying anything. I may not have said anything, but my body was speaking loudly and clearly. My breasts were aching to be held and my thighs were moist. Still I said nothing. I lost the thread of the movie, just examining how I was feeling about my discovery. 

"Right. A bloody good show that movie." Startled out of my reverie I looked up at Steve and my breathing stopped. He was staring at me intently, his eyes burning into mine. Unspoken words flashing between us, time was suspended. I started to speak but he put a finger to my lips, and then replaced it with his mouth. I could kiss him forever. 

Sighing into his mouth I was in heaven. The ringing phone broke the silence. As we struggled to comprehend the intrusion, the answering machine picked up and a frantic voice broke into the last remnants of desire.

"Steve! If you are at home, pick up. Marie Meriwether has been reported missing and you were last seen with her. They are going bonkers in the States..." Reality slammed through me as Steve raced to pick up that phone. All hell breaking loose then. Steve grimaced at me as he finished his call. 

"Marie, you need to call your editor. That sod, Phil told them you were missing. That he hasn't seen you since yesterday when you left the match."

I pulled myself together and reached for my cell my mood deflating. I had turned it off before I left that morning. Nine messages! Oh my God! And all from my editor too as I scrolled through. Taking a deep breath, I dialed the familiar digits.

"Hello Mike? I am fine. Yes, I know that I haven't called. No, my cell didn't die. Yes, I know I should have called..." On and on it went for about ten minutes. Mike haranguing me endlessly and me answering quietly. Steve had left after the first few to give me privacy, I suppose, my heart sinking at the implications. Finally I was able to hang up and went looking for Steve. 

I found him on the deck. My approach muffled by my bare feet. I touched his arm.

"I am so sorry. The network, my editors are all furious with me. Phil, that blabbermouth told them I muffed this job and I am being called onto the carpet. All of this was my decision, but I need to catch a flight in five hours to go back. If I don't go, I am fired." I pleaded with my eyes to his for understanding as I was saying words I hated. 

I was devastated at the simmering temper brewing there and then a miraculous thing happened. Without a word, he just pulled me into his arms. 

"Marie, you have to make your own decision. I can't make it for you. Knowing you are unhappy is a factor but so are my growing feelings for you. And I think you feel the same. But I will not be responsible for your choice."

My heart leapt at hearing he had feelings, any doubts disappearing instantaneously. With love burgeoning, I kissed him with all the unrestrained passion I had been holding back. His response was just as passionate. I wanted this moment to last forever. Reluctantly, I broke the kiss while keeping him close in a bear hug. 




Contact Sports Ch. 02



"Steve, I need to go home to face the consequences of my actions. But I will come back as soon as I settle a few things, if this is what you want. I know it is what I want." Oh, I was bold, putting it out there! Holding my breath, I waited. He didn't disappoint.

"Yes! Come back as soon as you can. I will be waiting with open arms." Joy shimmered through my whole body. This time I was the one who twirled him around only it was a happy little jig. Laughing, collapsing against his chest, planting sloppy kisses all over his mouth and face and neck I felt like I was home already. 

"The sooner we get you on that plane and to New York the sooner you can come back to me." Firmly grabbing my arm he propelled me through the house and out the front door as fast as humanly possible, but I was beyond caring.

He deposited me at the doors of the hotel and watched as I ran inside. Turning at the entrance I blew him a kiss and shouted out, "I love you, Steve Jennings!" 

His look of amusement turned to bemusement as he shouted back more quietly but with force "I love you too, Marie Meriwether!" 

*****

I packed hastily and arranged for a taxi. Pumped up beyond belief I headed for the airport. As I was rushing to my gate, I groaned seeing the newsstand. Oh no! On the front page of The Daily Mirror a headline caught my attention. "England's Golden Boy in Love!" And beneath it, a side view picture of us when Steve was untangling my hair at the lake. Another beside it of us outside the hotel shouting "I Love You" to each other. 

Even if no one could actually hear us, our expressions said everything. Steve's privacy and mine invaded by a long range lens. I shuddered at his reaction, knowing he would hate the attention. Grabbing my cell I tried calling his to no avail. Dejected I arrived at my gate, my heart in my throat at my choice. 

Throwing caution to the wind, I rushed out of the airport my decision made. I wouldn't be on that flight and I wouldn't be returning to the States. Not today. I didn't care that my luggage would be going, I didn't care that my editor would fire me, I didn't care that the world knew. I only cared about reaching Steve's side. I had seen the media rip apart relationships with innuendoes and savage lies. I was not going to let that happen if it was in my power not to. Stepping off the curb as I hailed a cab, I didn't see the car in my blind spot traveling too fast. I never felt a thing.



Contact Sports Ch. 03



Pain! My head clouded as I felt the layers of unconsciousness slip away. I hunkered down, trying to return to oblivion. Muted voices and noises intruded, keeping me forcefully in the present. Pain! A hand clasping mine gently. I struggled to open my eyes, but the effort was too much as I succumbed to the darkness once again. Terror at the edges of my mind as flashes fought to surface to no avail. Pain! A prick...Sleep...

Waking again, I cracked my eyelids. Soft lighting in unfamiliar surroundings. Where was I? Starting to feel panicky as my brain screamed "Too soon!" But I was awake and images flooded my mind. Turning my head slightly, my body aching at every movement, I could see the beginnings of dawn encroaching through the blinds. And that is when I saw him. Steve, restless in sleep, mumbling unintelligibly, crashed out on the chair pushed next to the bed, holding my hand. A day's worth of stubble shading his strong jaw. He looked exhausted. More thoughts swirling in confusion around my tired brain, my throat dry and scratchy and sore. A door creaked just out of my line of sight and white crepe moccasins, blue pants and shirt appeared. I realized I was in hospital. 

"How are you feeling? I need to take your vitals and page the Doctor."

I started to protest but I didn't have the voice or the strength. I could feel Steve stirring in agitation in his chair as he came awake, still holding my hand. The nurse went briskly about her business, not acknowledging my questioning look, just saying the doctor would be here soon to answer them. 

"Marie, love, you gave me a scare! You've been here for over a day, unconscious. This has been the longest twenty-four hours of my life." He tenderly kissed my forehead. 

"Hey Steve..." the weakness in my voice surprising me. "I feel like I was rode hard and put away wet. What happened?" 

A small guffaw escaped his lips; he had heard the expression before. "You were hit by a car as you went to get a taxi. What possessed you to turn around at the airport?"

"I saw the headlines and didn't want you to face that alone."

"Oh, Baby! And you thought I would be upset?" At my small nod, he smiled with a genuineness that hadn't been in evidence earlier. I relaxed at his expression not realizing how tensely I had been holding myself. "Whatever I was feeling at that invasion dissipated the moment I got the call about you. You scared me to death. I know the network rang up your parents and they are flying in as we speak. No, you can't protest! We had no idea how severely you were injured." 

I collapsed against the pillow my inept rebellion over. My body definitely did not want to hear anything about moving. The doctor walked in then and introduced himself, starting to examine me. Anxiety coursed through my veins and must have conveyed itself to him. 

"Young lady, you have suffered bumps, bruises, and a nasty gash on the back of your head and a concussion. You apparently hit your head on the curb. The headache is pretty much non-negotiable; I can adjust your medication, but if you could stay awake for a bit then I wouldn't advise that."

Mutely, I shook my head yes. I wanted to stay conscious; I wanted to look at Steve's face. My love, I thought, I am sorry I put you through this. 

"I realize this young man is not related to you, but he was so forceful and insistent and caused quite a commotion. That it was more prudent to have him here than creating a ruckus." With that, the doctor took himself off, but not before lecturing Steve to not wear me out. 

Alone at last, I felt a rush of love at his concern and presence. Steve is cute when he worries I decided, the little frown lines around his eyes making him more real to me. Brushing strands of hair out of my eyes he continued to contemplate me.

"I guess you won't be playing soccer for awhile." He heaved a sigh. "I was looking forward to continuing your lessons. But I value you for more than your attempts. Your wit, your gentleness, your intelligence all draws me to you. I thought I had lost you Marie, just when I had found you! Don't ever scare me like that again; you took ten years off my life."

Tears started forming in my eyes and rolled unchecked down my cheeks. I wanted to speak, but I was exhausted with the effort to stay awake. Seeing them, Steve's expression turned rueful as he brushed them away with his thumb.

"Don't fret love. It will all sort itself out eventually." Looking at his watch, he had an impish grin on his face suddenly. "You know, I wanted to get you into bed, this isn't how I envisioned it happening!" My eyes widened at his humor and I gave him a small smile of appreciation. 

The door opened once again and my parents were there. They rushed to the side of my bed, trying to get to me. Mom had tears in her eyes and Dad gruffly said "Hello" in a choked up voice. Overwhelmed, I just looked at them helplessly. Steve gracefully stepped in and started to soothe them, explaining how he came to be in my life. I could only follow their conversation with my eyes, but it seemed to be turning out all right.

My mom moved closer to my dad so they could hold each other's waists as they conversed with Steve. He effortlessly chatted, relaying some of the funnier moments of our acquaintance, the meeting in the locker room, our ensuing argument and trying to teach me soccer with the help of the kids. Wisely he didn't speak of dinner in the hotel room or that I had gotten hit on the way out of the airport versus on the way in. Steve didn't tell them that we were in love, probably to give me a chance to tell them myself. 

Mom's and Dad's countenance's visibly relaxed and they thanked him profusely for his time and consideration. Never once questioning why he was with me in hospital. I felt myself starting to get drowsy again and I could no longer hold on, sinking back into sleep. 

*****

Waking several hours later, I noticed all the flower arrangements that had arrived. The network sending a huge bouquet along with Phil's small offering, a token of apology. 

The wildflowers captured my attention; instinctively I knew those were from Steve. He walked in just then, freshly showered and changed. I missed the stubble; it had added character and given him a slightly rakish look. I must be feeling better as I gazed at him mischievously at the thought. 

"What has you smiling so?" He inquired, his lips twitching in amusement. 

"I was just imagining you with the stubble, reminiscent of a pirate." 

He chuckled at that. "Good to see your humor starting to return. The Doctor said you could be released tomorrow. I brought you your dinner tray. Hospital food, clear liquids all, I am afraid. And then afterwards, I have a surprise for you."

His turn to look mischievous. He adjusted the bed so that I was sitting up more fully and then he did an amazing thing! He started feeding me himself. The room felt less like a hospital room then, a more intimate tone being set. Very carefully he watched me as I took those tentative sips. When the clear broth dribbled down my chin, he dabbed at it with a napkin. Rather than feeling like an infant or petulant child, I felt cared for and loved. No one had ever taken care of me when I was sick. Finally finishing, I looked at him expectantly. 

He went over the door and beckoned someone beyond my sight. Olivia and her mum! Way to go Steve, very cool! I thought a smile brightening my face. 

"Marie! Steve said you got hurt and I could help make you better like you did me yesterday! Mum says I need to say 'thank you' too. You did a good job. I am all better." 

And then that bundle of energy hopped on the bed and felt my forehead the way I had felt hers yesterday. I looked over at Steve and nodded my thanks, delight evident. Olivia chattered away for the next fifteen minutes relating all her little girl news as I tried to keep up with the conversation. When it was time to go, she invited me over for a tea party. I looked to her mum to make sure it was okay before saying yes. Then like quicksilver, she was gone. 

"Thank you Steve. I loved my surprise!" 

"I knew you would. And you should see yourself with kids." I blushed at the compliment. "I've arranged to stay at hospital again. It was easy to convince them, especially with you on the mend. But I am a man on a mission." I invited him to cuddle with me, not easily done in a hospital bed with an IV attached to my forearm, but we accomplished it without too many complications. 

Steve surprised me yet again. He started singing softly and with an amazing voice, a deep tenor that was well-suited to his song choices. I closed my eyes humming along, as I can't sing without glass breaking. When he was done, he kissed me gently. Savoring the closeness and cherishing his warmth, I opened myself to him. 

Quickly losing myself in that embrace. His lips fused with mine, his tongue sweeping my mouth, I sighed at the feeling that I belonged. Heat suffused my face and chest and my nipples responded hardening against his chest, my thighs tingling with awareness. I carefully brought my IV attached arm up to cup his cheek and turned into his body more, seeking more. Despite the present circumstances I wanted this man. I could feel his hard length pressed between our bellies. 

Groaning in pleasure at the exciting things his mouth and body were doing to mine, I felt myself dampen. Hearing my whimper was a signal of sorts as Steve turned up the heat even further. One hand working it's way to the outside of my thigh, he caressed me there. He carefully moved my leg onto his as he was lying sidewise with me. Opening me up, I felt his groin against mine and it was a delicious feeling. His hand traveling across the top of my thigh to rest on my mound. A hiss escaping his mouth as he felt how ready I was becoming. I shivered at the contact dampening even further, my thighs slick with heat and passion. 

He flicked his thumb against me, rubbing, massaging the nub between two fingers; it felt so glorious. Slow buildup of pressure, I couldn't help myself as I let him take over. My movements still restricted, I carefully squirmed half onto my back his fingers and mouth staying where they were, so my other hand, unencumbered by paraphernalia could brush against him. 

Oh! He is bigger then I thought as I cupped him for the first time through his jeans, running my hand over his length repeatedly. He flinched moving towards my hand, heat emanating from him. We explored, we tasted, and we loved. Euphoria taking over as that first orgasm swept through my system. Coming apart in his arms I felt Steve shaking as well with his. Such a sweet release and surpassing all of my expectations. I pulsed and throbbed coming down slowly. I opened my eyes to stare into his. 

"I love you Steve." I breathed. "I love you." I would never tire of saying it to this man. He had conquered my heart, mind, body and soul. No conquered is the wrong word. He treasured them and I worshiped his in return.

"I love you Marie." He enunciated each word clearly with a kiss. Our breathing modulated to the other, we fell into sleep, wrapped in each other's arms. 

*****

When next I woke, I was alone. Steve had slipped out. Feeling bereft and slightly depressed, I stared out the window. Indecision and pain mixed with tears were reflected on my face. So many things still needed to be sorted out and I was uncertain of my future with Steve. Yes, we had spoken our feelings, but would it be that easy? I would need patience in the days to come, something I had a short supply of to start with. 

Poking her head in, Mom came in, followed by Dad. I was glad to see them, even if the tears were still welling. Mom sat in the chair abandoned by Steve and Dad stood next to her. I could see questions abounding in their eyes and knew that the time had come to have a conversation about my future with them. 

"Marie, you look much better than yesterday. How are you feeling?"

"I am feeling better, thanks. I never want to be a patient in hospital again though, I can tell you that much!" I smiled tremulously at them both. 

"We know Ri." Using their pet name for me, Mom spoke again. "And we have spoken with Kim and the boys and Chris. All send their love. They wished they had been able to come too, but were relieved to hear you are doing better." 

"I am sorry. I never meant to cause anyone worry. I am not sorry I came though, I never would have met Steve otherwise." I stated simply. 

"That is one of the things we wish to discuss with you. We have always told you that whomever you chose, we would welcome him into the family. Your Steve is delightful. He took Dad and me out to lunch today, which he didn't have to do." Mom beamed. 

"He is very special to me, even though we have only known each other for a couple of days. I was going to quit my job and return. I am glad you like him." I hesitated. "I know that might come as a shock, but it feels right." 

"Ri, you know we support you. It's not how we would have liked to have met Steve; nevertheless we are happy for you both." 

"Thank you. I love him. I can't explain it, but I know that is true." I grinned impishly, despite feeling a minute amount of pain at exerting so many facial muscles. I guess I wasn't as healed as I wanted to be. Hopefully my convalescence wouldn't be as long as it felt it was going to be. 

"We are going to let you rest now. I will leave the number for the hotel on the nightstand. Steve had offered us his apartment here, but we didn't feel right about that. Don't hesitate to call if you need anything." They both kissed my forehead and left. 

Well, one hurdle was crossed. Having my parents' blessing certainly made my decision easier. The rest would sort itself out the way it was meant to. Besides, there wasn't much I could do from the hospital bed I mused, why add worry to what was already occurring? 

Closing my eyes, I drifted off to sleep again, happy thoughts reigning once more. 

*****

I was released the following day to Steve's care. A small bandage still apparent and I was wobbly (without the heels this time), but I was leaving hospital food behind. A grin on my face as we exited the lobby, I wasn't prepared for the flashbulbs. I was instantly blinded and started to trip (did I mention I am a klutz?). Steve gripped my arm preventing me, which was a good thing; because I was afraid I'd spend my life in the hospital at this rate! Steve tried to be as diplomatic as possible as we plowed through the photographers to his waiting car. 

He sped away with decorum and I just giggled, watching them scramble to try and get into their vehicles. We arrived at his townhouse and he parked underneath. Whisking me up the stairs, I entered more simple elegance, soaking it in. Stark white walls interspersed with tasteful art, groupings of family photos in black and white, plush carpeting in muted tones and clean lines to the furniture. Sunlight spilled in everywhere. It was warm and homey and I felt at ease immediately. Steve continued to lead me through the apartment to the bedroom, citing that I should rest, but he was grinning mischievously. 

Everywhere there will throw pillows, mostly on the bed. Steve swept most of them to the floor, strewing them all over. Taking our shoes off, we slid under the covers and Steve enfolded me in his arms, shushing me to sleep. He was so warm and giving, I couldn't resist placing my lips against his pulsing throat and tasting him there. Steve rubbed his arms up and down my back, pulling me closer. Oh, now I was definitely awake. Banked embers flared to life and we started exploring with more excitement, clothing disappearing as the pillows had. 

Steve pulled me on top of him to sprawl lazily. Framing his face, I placed butterfly kisses over his lashes, his nose, cheeks and mouth. Then I started nibbling the bottom of his ear, as I moved against him sinuously, showing him without words how damp and ready I was. Steve's erectness was dancing against me as well, becoming dampened by my rising passions. Sliding back and forth in an easy rhythm, teasing and tempting him, I just took him inside my entrance. Watching the play of emotions cross his face, I would move up and down a bit, taking more of him in each time, until he was finally seated deep inside of me. I added a rocking motion, holding his hands all the while, continuing to lock my gaze with his. 

Expanding and contracting my muscles, I could feel Steve grow harder inside of me. Gentleness abounding, we created an atmosphere ideal for our mutual release. Resting, breathless for a few minutes. I moved down Steve's body, despite his murmured protest. 

Ending up between his quivering thighs, I just watched his groin and then I played. My lips and tongue reaching out to tease him some more, I felt our mingled juices. Sliding my tongue down his length and back up a few times, I took him more fully into my mouth. Working up and over him, he soon had grown tumescent in my mouth. Sensing his growing excitement, I kept at it, my head bobbing up and down, my hair brushing against his thighs. Soon Steve was spilling into my mouth and I was lapping up all the juices. Moving back up his body, I encircled him in my arms drifting to sleep, with Steve mouthing 'thank you' against my forehead.