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The soft brush of her shoes across the tile flooring was her response. Garrett watched as Sadie slowly emerged from the darkness. The light from the fire outlined her curvy form, each step revealing more and more of her body until she came to the edge of the stoop where it dropped down into the living room. Sadie could feel the barest hint of warmth from the fire licking at her body. The nervous feeling in her stomach was tempered by the look of wonder on Garrett's face as he looked at her. "Oh," he said quietly.

Sadie's heart soared like an angel at his awestruck statement. A smile speaking of things yet to come spread across her face. Putting one hand on the nearby counter for balance, Sadie carefully slipped her feet from her shoes. Moving from the kitchen into the living room was a point-of-no-return she eagerly crossed. Fully committed, with sparks of desire glowing inside of her, she came to a stop in the middle of the empty living room. One hand gently rested just below her throat, lightly pressed against the skin.

Garrett's facial features were obscured but his slender frame was surrounded by the glow of the fire's light. She could see his smile, however. "I'm going to wake up any minute now," he told her, "because this is something from a dream."

"Oh, it gets better," Sadhe said before taking off her blouse. The growing warmth of the fire brushed against her exposed skin as she pulled down the zipper of her jeans. Once the metal teeth had come apart, it took nothing more than a quick shimmy of her hips for them to fall to the ground in one fluid motion, the denim pooling around her feet.

Sadie stood before Garrett in a violet bra and a matching pair of mesh cheekster panties. She heard Garrett take a sharp breath as she ran her hands through her curly brown hair, shaking it out as best she could, before cocking her hip to one side. "What do you think?" she asked with a demure look. "I made a quick trip to Aspen today to pick these up. Purple's still your favorite color, right?"

"Yeah, it is. God, you look fucking amazing."

The soft fibers of the carpet brushed against her bare feet as she crossed the living room to lay her hands on his firm chest before leaning in to kiss him. She could feel Garrett's heart beating at a rapid pace, but there was no trace of hesitation or regret in the way he returned her kiss. When his arm slipped around her waist just above her panties, her own heart began pounding in anticipation. The sweet kiss quickly turned into a passionate embrace. Garrett's hand was warm against the small of her back. Her fingers clutched at the fabric of his black turtleneck. Seven years gone, but the sighs of pleasure and soft moans of delight were a long-forgotten tune that Sadie's body began singing along to once again.

Her hands traced a path down Garrett's body. She pushed the bottom of his turtleneck up, allowing her fingers to press against the near six-pack that lay underneath. "You're overdressed," she whispered in his ear, punctuating her words by lightly biting his earlobe.

He lifted his arms, allowing Sadie to strip the turtleneck from his body. She proceeded to draw the end of his leather belt from its brass buckle. A long, drawn-out breath escaped Garrett as he felt Sadie's fingers glide over the prominent bulge hidden behind his zipper. A small thrill ran through her while she undid the button on his pants and carefully pulled the zipper down. She pushed on the waistband, and with Garrett's assistance slid them down his long, muscular legs. He shook his jeans loose and used his foot to toss them aside, having already stepped out of his dress shoes and socks.

Both of them stood before the other clad only in their underwear - Sadie with her matching dark violet bra and panties and Garret in a dark black tank top and a pair of boxers striped gray and blue. Her hand gently traced the prominent outline of his manhood underneath the fabric. She teasingly slipped a finger inside the flap on the front of Garrett's boxers, circling the tip of his penis. It was rock hard under her touch. The memory of her lover's erection thrusting in and out of her caused Sadie to quiver slightly just before Garrett took her by the shoulders and drew her close.

The kiss he laid on her burned with a flame that made Sadie weak at the knees. She immediately returned Garrett's affections. Her tongue pushed into his mouth as she reached behind him and grabbed his butt over the fabric of his boxers. Sadie felt Garrett's fingers dig into her shoulders as she kneaded his firm glutes. His lips dropped down her neck. She let her head fall back, sighing at the feeling of Garrett kissing her on her pulse point. Sadie could feel the blood racing through her body. Her hands moved from his boxers to the bottom of his tank top. She urgently pulled on the fabric, lifting it up his back, practically tearing it from his body.

Taking off the tank top revealed a small, round silver charm resting against his breastbone, hanging from a silver chain. "I saw you playing with this earlier," she remarked while gently lifting it between two fingers. "What is it? A memento from Florida?"

"Evelyn conjured me up a good luck charm for tonight. I guess it worked." After carefully setting the charm on the mantle he turned back to Sadie.

They reintroduced themselves via kiss and touch over the next few minutes. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, Sadie running her hands through Garrett's brown mop of hair while Garrett slipped his fingers into the back of her panties to cup her butt. Each touch of Garrett's on her body fanned the flames inside of Sadie, the internal heat she felt beginning to rival the warmth coming from the fireplace.