Something More...(attn: Ana, private)

Joey worked steadily through his plate, and when he came to the end he wished he'd put four biscuits on his plate instead of two. He was still hungry. 'Oh well, in for a penny...' He watched ana enjoy her meal for a moment before getting up and refilling his plate with two more biscuits and gravy. He was finished with those by the time Ana finished her own breakfast.

"I'm really glad you liked it. It's one of my favorites, it's also crazy easy to make and I'm pretty good at the whole cooking thing."

He gave her a wink and finished off his OJ. Standing he gave his contentedly full belly a stretch by reaching straight up and then leaning back slightly, a long moan went along with this motion. He let go of the stretch and then gathered up their dishes.

"If you'll start the dishes, I'll get the food put away. The gravy keeps really well and rewarms nicely. Then I'll dry while you wash. Does that sound okay to you?"

Ana reclined against the corner of her couch, letting her still-overfull belly rest while warming her feet, tucked under Joey's thigh. They'd bumped hips and arms and Joey had brushed her chest and bottom more times than she could count. His lips and tongue tasted different, coated in the remnants of sausage gravy breakfast, but still had that underlying taste of Joey.

The heater still wasn't working correctly, so by the time they'd finished, Ana's sock-wrapped feet were virtually frozen. They sat together, huddled under opposite ends of her large blanket, on the couch. An evil thought percolated into Ana's head as she said, "Do you want to open presents now?" Unable to contain the grin, she finished, "Cause I'm really hungry. When's breakfast?" Her voice squeaked as she finished the words and she snorted into giggling laughter at the very prospect of her suggestion.

Joey was actually cold and had pulled his shirt on after washing the dishes. He watched Ana from across the couch. Laughing he gave her a small shove with the tips of his fingers. "You'll have to cook it yourself then."

He ran a hand through his uncombed hair and shivered. "Actually, I want to go fix your heater. Think you can be with out me for an hour?"

Not waiting for her reply, she jumped up from the couch and retrieved his socks and then his boots. He pulled on his coat and dug his keys from the pocket. With a kiss to Ana's cheek and a "you stay bundled up," he went out and pulled his tools from the back seat of the jeep.

He went back inside and pulled down the door to Ana's crawl space. He wedged his bulk inside and opened the unit. He found the problem easy enough and was happy to have the little part she needed in the big bulky box he carried around. He fixed it up and turned the unit back on. He was glad it was electric and not gas, he hated working with gas. The machine whirred into life as he crawled back down the ladder.

He removed shoes, coat, hat and gloves, then went to wash his hands, leaving the tools by the front door. he vaulted himself over the back of the couch and landed next to Ana.

"All better. So when are we going to open presents?"

Ana felt extremely embarassed that Joey felt so cold as to take it upon himself to repair her heater. He was her first real company, and of course it had to be frigid and frozen on Christmas instead of untemperately warm the way it had been the past few weeks. Still, he was gone before she could object, then back, then wedged into her crawlspace. Or so it sounded like. Russ joined her on the couch, his little contrasting body warm as he tucked himself in next to Ana. She would have imagined him barking all over Joey as he worked, but perhaps he knew he'd be in the way. Contrary to when Joey was making breakfast, of course. She was thankful for the little furball's generosity in sharing himself, though.

He returned within twenty eight minutes. So when he landed suddenly on the sofa next to her, this time atop the blanket (scaring Russ into the bedroom with a single bark), she looked at him cooly for a moment. When she responded, "In thirty two more minutes, when you should have been actually..." She finally cracked into a grin and snickered. "I'm sorry I can't even joke about things with you, I know they're going to be funny in my head and it just doesn't come out as deadpan as I want it to." She sighed dramatically. "But thank you, Joey, for fixing my heater." She scrambled up out of the wrapped blanket and leaned over to give him a kiss.

After a moment or two of exploring him she backed away and waggled her eyebrows at him. "Since you're so derelict in your duty as to finish -early-" her voice got raspy and sarcastic "is now okay then?" Without waiting for an answer, she squeaked happily, "Stay."

She hopped off the couch and went over to the purple Disney Princesses Christmas tree she'd set up and pulled out Joey's gift. She returned to the couch and flopped down next to him, and handed him the small box. A flush of pleasure covered her face and she knew he would enjoy the little gift she offered. It wasn't much, but... To her, the thought was always what counted.

Joey grinned at her. "I won't charge you for the full hour, I promise." He chuckled and returned her kisses happily. "It's my pleasure to be of help Ana."

he gave another chuckle as she bounded from the couch. "Yes. ma'am!"

Joey settled himself on the couch, hips low, feet apart, hands on thighs. He sat up a bit when Ana returned and took the box from her. It was wrapped in pretty silver paper with blue snowflakes, and a little silver ribbon. It was about like the boxes he'd given to his uncle that contained an really ugly tie. He chuckled at those memories and put his thumb under the seam at one end and released it from the slick paper. He did the same for the other end and then turned the gift over to do the same to the back seam. He flipped it right side up again and pulled the paper off and tossed it to he coffee table. He felt around the edges for tape and popped the two pieces that held the shiny white box together. He jimmied the lid off and tossed it on top of the paper and then folded back the silver tissue paper inside.

He smiled at the four squares of cardstock inside, each printed with a logo and admission. "These are great! I've never been to the museums here." He ran a finger along the four tickets and looked up at Ana with a smile. "Wow, thanks, Ana."

He set the box down and found her lips with his own. He showed his gratitude with that long lingering kiss before pulling away. "Your turn!"

He stood and went to pull his box for Ana from the tree. He plopped back down beside her and handed the box to her with a small uncertain smile.

Ana had felt odd getting Joey tickets to art-related museums but guessed (thankfully correctly) that he - as a guy - might never go to the museums on his own. Since she was so enamored of his own art, she thought it might be fun for them to get something they could both enjoy - his choice, of course - that was art related. They didn't suggest commitment, and he certainly wasn't obligated to take her.

She wished he would, though.

When the green-wrapped box, nearly as high as wide and deep, was settled on her lap, she looked up at Joey with a quirk of her eyebrow. The little Santas printed upon the paper winked with rosy cheeks and held chains of bells. Sliding a finger under the fire engine red ribbon, she pushed it off to one side and carefully draped it about Joey's neck with a giggle before moving onto tearing the wrapping to confetti.

The brown box underneath was held by a strategically placed bit of tape; Ana peeled it back - "Nice touch, didn't even need scissors!" - and opened the flaps. Inside was another wrapped item. Ana tore into that one as well, dropping the remnants of wrapper next to her. She laughed aloud when she saw the sky blue Cinnamoroll messenger bag. When she picked it up, she heard it rattle a bit, and opened it, finding various Cinnamoroll and Hello Kitty pens, barettes, erasers, stickers and refrigerator magnets inside. "That's very cute, I like that!" Placing it carefully on the table before her, she looked back into the box to find another wrapped item. This one, much softer than the previous, was also quickly divested of its confining paper. The carefully wrapped white and pink cushion/doll/pillow made her laugh again. She looked up at Joey, giggling, squeezing the doll pilow to her chest. "It's adorable, thank you. I don't know whether to use it or let it sit so I can just look at it!"

Pushing the now-empty box onto the floor she turned to Joey and held out the little doggie to him. In a squeaky-raspy voice, shaking the pillow as she said, "Cinnamoroll says Mommy Ana wants a kiss from Mister Joey." Ana set the pillow aside and leaned up to give him a kiss. "Thank you, Joey, they're goofy-cute and I'll have fun playing around with them."

He gave her a big grin and pulled her into his lap. "I'm glad you like it. I shopped for hours, until I found that disgustingly pink store and went into a sugar coated daze, I think that woman made her car payment in commission on me. When I left and the haze lifted I had no idea what I'd bought. I went home, dumped it on my bed and found puppies cavorting in fields and distorted cats. Needless to say I wrapped it with then so as not to give myself nightmares."

His tone had been the gentle disgust of a storyteller. He gave a small frown and shook his head, while his hands crept up her body. Then with a big goofy grin his fingers moved in for the, "Tickle ambush!"

Ana smirked as she was hoisted onto Joey's lap. Still smiling, she gave the requisite dramatic "oooh" and "ahhh" and "awwww" when Joey gave his story. So intent upon watching his lips and hearing his voice she didn't notice the hands climbing her body. She was about to give him a soft kiss and thank him for undergoing such horrific torture when they finally attacked! Shrieking with a peal of laughter she giggled and laughed and wriggled on his lap as his fingertips dug into and danced over her sides and belly. She tried to tickle him back but he somehow always had a hand in the way, or an arm, or feinted one way as he tickled in the other. She poked, or at least tried, at any Joey-spot available but only got elbows or shoulders or bone. Tickle-fights weren't supposed to be so one sided, were they? She wasn't sure. After all, her last...

She grabbed Joey's wrists, each with one hand and insinuated her head between his arms to plant a kiss on his lips. After a moment, both his arms relaxed and she sagged into his embrace. Sighing, she disengaged her lips from his and slid one of her arms behind him. "So what are we doing for the rest of the day? It's barely eleven."

Joey relaxed into the couch and held Ana against him for a moment. "Well I know a few things we can do." Russ pawed his foot and whimpered. "Hmm but it seems Russ has first dibs on your time. I'm with him though nature seems like a good next step."

He gave Ana another kiss before setting her on her feet. She took a step away from the couch and he stood. They went in opposite directions, Ana outside and joey to the bathroom. When he finished with his business, he turned on the hot water, pulled his shirt off and gave his face a shave. After swiping away the rest of the water and shave cream from his face with a towel, he decided it was warm enough in the house now that he could leave his shirt off. Now it was time to show Ana something she most likely had never experienced before.

Wrapping her scarf around her neck before sliding into her jacket, Ana tugged her boots on and caught Russ' attention with a snapped finger and low whistle. "Russ, let's go. Potty."

Ana grabbed the large Russ-sized towel from the hook near the door. Once out the back door she let the little ball of di-chromatic fluff bound around in the snow before he moved off to one certain corner to squat and piddle. He didn't seem to have yet learned the male canine art of leg-lifting, but that was fine by her. The less he pointed without looking, the better off her furniture would be. When the puppy had first arrived in her place, he'd gone around sniffing everywhere, but the only two spots he'd piddled - at least that she'd found or seen - was in front of the washer, and in the corner behind the dry bar. She was very thankful that he was well-behaved in the house. Her furniture might not be expensive or frilly, but it was still something she took pride in. After all, she'd purchased it herself, for her own home.

A quick bark drew her attention back to the back yard, and when she didn't see Russ out in the snowy yard, heard a second. Looking down to the source of the sound, she laughed at the snow-encrusted muff on her dog. Her dog. How she did so miss Shay, though they hadn't interacted all that much... It brought a bit of that old anxiety that Ana had about finding friends, then losing them, but she had Russ, at the very least. Maybe she'd come back some day... Thankfully her brain stopped before thoughts of morbid desolution overtook her.

Wrapping one arm under Russ, she lifted him to her bosom and hugged the towel around him before re-entering the kitchen. Drying him carefully, breaking the chunks of snow off his matted fur into the sink, she made a mental note to get an air freshener for the kitchen for the wet dog smell. The fried sausage cloud still seemed to hang in the small room, though, and helped counterbalance the damp canine in her nose when she finally set him down. Reaching into the closet next to the fridge, she pulled out her last small bag of puppy chow and filled Russ' bowl. She'd had the bowl specially labelled: on the lower edge, engraved in black, was the word 'Griswald'. It made her giggle every time she read it. 'Russ Griswald.' She started giggling. National Lampoon was always a favorite, and she realized as she filled the water bowl and took off her jacket that she hadn't seen it in a while.

Cupping her hands around her ears to warm them, she returned to the living room to hang her jacket. She heard the water running in the bathroom and returned to the kitchen. She pulled the pizza boxes out of the fridge, then dug in the cabinets for plastic wrap and paper plates. Placing a paper plate on a wicker paper plate holder (eight for a dollar at the dollar store!) she separated each of their pizza choices onto seperate plates, wrapping it with plastic. Done that, she stacked the plates in the fridge then opened the back door to toss the boxes into the trash. Shivering at the sudden wind that blew into the kitchen, she closed the door then stood with her back to the doorway, watching Russ eat and rubbing her arms for warmth.

Joey found a very chilled looking Ana rubbing her arms in the kitchen. He went up behind her and wrapped his arms all the way around her and nuzzled his nose into her neck. "Cold?"

His lips found the delicate skin there and nibbled gently. She smelled like him, and her and Russ and it was oddly intoxicating. Breathing deeply he gave the kissed skin a little lick.

"Leaning on the door," she tried her best to articulate, "was probably not the most intelligent or common sensical thing to do after coming in from the cold." Her eyes closed and she leaned against Joey's nuzzling. She tittered at the wet lick on her neck and playfully pushed his head off to the edge of her shoulder. "Cold tongue. Cold nose. Soft face damp and cool. You'd think you were the one who went outside to shave, not me." She placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Can't imagine how you're not cold, with no shirt. It seems like it is always cold back here. Would you believe the vent in the bathroom was taped and covered with cardboard? Why would you want to do that? It's the second coldest room in the house." She shook her head. Affecting a Brooklyn accent, she winked as she cracked, "Peoples is strange, I tells ya."

"Well that means I'm healthy. Oh wait that's a wet nose." He grinned at her and darted in to give her neck another lick and kiss.

Joey laughed at her little joke, and hugged her close. "It's not cold in here anymore, not like it was. C'mon, let's go into a warmer room then."

He stayed behind her and they duck walked from the kitchen to the bedroom. He stood with her next to the bed for a moment, with her back still pressed to his belly, before turning her around and looking into her eyes.

"I want to give you something Ana, but you'll need to take you clothes off. I'm not trying to get sex out of this, I promise. This is just for you. Will you let me give you this?"

He was nervous all of the sudden, and sweat broke out on his palms and across the top of his forehead. He really wanted Ana to say yes, not because he wanted to touch her, taste her, but because he wanted to give this to her, show her there was more out there.

Ana searched Joey's face for some sort of explanation as to his offer. "If he doesn't want sex," she reasoned, "maybe there's something else he had in mind? Well he obviously has it in mind, or maybe lower," she mentally observed as she felt the press of his hardness against her again. Her mind was drawing a blank on what exactly he might mean. Then she remembered her day at the spa, all those months ago. She'd been offered a full-body massage... but had turned it down. "That's it!" Her eyes widened. "Okay! I've never had that before!"

She quickly shucked her sweater and jeans, then her underwear. She smiled at Joey's staring at her as she stripped and bent and turned. She carefully folded her clothes and placed them in a pile next to the bed since she planned on putting them back on eventually. Leaving her socks on - her toes were still cold! - she flopped onto the bed, face down, and carefully set her glasses on the night stand next to her.

Her face held away from the pillow by her crossed arms, she claimed with a tilt of her head, "Alrighty! I'm ready for my full-body massage, Joey!"

Joey was thunderstruck as Ana's eyes widened as though some great realization came to her and she began to shuck her clothes like she'd just made it to the ocean for the first time. Then she dove onto the bed, socks still on, and revealed her anticipation. He frowned down at her for a moment. It was not what he'd had in mind, but he could work with it.

"Alright, but I need you to turn over."

With a little shrug of her shoulders she flipped onto her back and gave him the smile that melted his heart every time he saw it. He left his jeans on, so that she would understand this was not about getting to the intercourse part of sex, and kneeled at the end of the bed. He couldn't reach her feet so he grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her down the bed. His deft fingers began to massage her feet, adding little kisses to her toes while he worked. When he was satisfied with their relaxed state he moved up her legs, probing fingers and gentle kisses lead him to her knees.

Because it would be more comfortable for them both if he remained kneeling on the floor, he settled his hands behind her knees and tugged her down the bed until she could bend her knees and rest her feet on the gap between matress and boxed springs. He positioned her so that he was between her knees, and looked up her body, catching her gaze as his fingers went back to the pretense of a massage on her thighs.

Joey placed a soft kiss behind her knee, then moved up a little hallow made by her knee cap. His fingers move in gentle waves over the long muscle of her thigh, as he made a zig zag line of kisses up that same skin, first on her inner thigh, then up on the top, back and forth. Until he placed a soft kiss on the crease made by leg meeting body.

He met her gaze once more before placing a soft kiss on the center of the triangle of curls between her legs. He placed a kiss to either side of the first one, then moved to the very top of her slit. He kissed her there, then gentle licked with his tongue. He moved away a fraction of an inch, hovering above her. His eyes looked up her body, and his voice was husky when he spoke. "Are you okay, Ana. Is this okay?"

She wanted to watch Joey as he picked up her foot and started rubbing, kneading, so Ana reached for her glasses to replace them upon her nose. Smiling at him, she giggled as he kissed her toes. Crossing her arms behind her head, she watched him as best she could over the swell of her belly. Frustrated after a moment, she pulled the pillow under her head, folding it enough to prop her in a position to better view the proceedings.

She felt a peculiar warmth travel from her toes up her legs, as Joey's somewhat rough hands moved gently over her skin, her muscles. The little kisses in strange places - the back of her knee, the OOOH! she squeaked as he tugged her to the edge of the bed. Flailing behind her she reached for the pillow again to look.

Her hips twitched when he kissed the line between her thigh and belly but then when he kissed the tangle of curls at her center she arched an eyebrow. Sighing, eyes closed, when he licked gently at the apex of her most intimate place, she opened her eyes to look at him to respond. Voice raspy, she smiled. "Okay? Of course it's okay, but aren't you forgetting the top half might want to be massaaaaa..." Why was she feeling so stupid at the moment, why was it so hot in her room? He had fixed the heater, but why did he want to kiss her... there? Her voice trailed off as she realized what it was Joey wanted to do. Licking her lips, suddenly dry, she tried to articulate through a spontaneously parched mouth, "I think the top half of Ana needs attention, first."

"Yeah, sure, that sounds good. Let him seduce you into giving you oral sex. After all, you seduced him into a handjob in the shower, you library minx." That voice, the one that occasionally sounded like it made sense far too often, just wouldn't shut up.

Not that it was wrong.

Joey chuckled softly as he placed another kiss to her flesh. Her scent was perfect, like some exotic flower found only in the deepest darkest jungle, a secret to all of mankind but the one lucky enough, brave enough to traverse the jungle and find it. Her request was not a difficult one, since he had every intention of paying attention to the top half of Ana anyway. He pressed another quick kiss to her and crawled his way up on to the bed, and half lay down beside her.

"I think that can be arranged." He grinned and placed a kiss on her lips, just a gentle brush of his to her's. He began to kiss his way along her jaw bone, down her neck and into the hallow at the base of her throat. He liked that little hollow on a woman. It was such an erotic little place with no purpose whatsoever. Chuckling to himself, he kissed his way along her clavicle, then reversed his course, along the smooth skin of her shoulder, up her neck, across her jaw to brush her lips with his once more. He began the process all over as he once more kissed his way along her jaw and down her neck, the little hollow, and the opposite clavicle.

This time when he went back along her shoulder he did not go up her neck, but down, kissing where the two collar bones met and began to descend down her breast bone, between the swell of her breasts. his hands had remained on the bed, or curled in her hair as his lips had explored. Now they moved to trace the lines his lips had made, with feather light touches of his finger tips.

He finished his descent where the hard bone gave way to soft muscle. His two fingers were joined by the other two, and he moved those feather touches down her breast, to flirt lightly with her nipple, before moving to the expanse of her belly. His fingers became more firm as he moved over her, massaging the abdominal muscles before him. He placed little kisses where his hands had been when they moved to a different place, so that his body moved in a sort of dance over Ana's upper body. He was careful to avoid touching her below her hip bones as he massaged and teased. He kissed her navel and grinned up at her.

From her navel, he trailed kisses back up to where bone and muscle met, and kissed along her rib, then back to the center along the next rib, until he reached her breast. He placed a gentle kiss to the lower swell of the cream colored globe. His tongue slipped between his lips and made a hot wet line from the kiss to her nipple. Slowly he moved until he could pull her nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently, before pulling away. He placed a gentle kiss to the now rock hard nub and repeated the precess on the opposite side, kissing along her ribs until he could pull the nipple into his mouth.

Darkness enveloped her consciousness while sparkles and fire ignited her body. Joey's touches, kisses, caresses and nibbles were like hot chocolate syrup poured over her body - or so she imagined, for as slowly as the heat dissipated - as he moved across her skin. That warmth, not-so-familiar but maybe moreso than she thought, trickled from her pulsing lips and now-slippery tongue, across the heated expanse of her chest and belly. She felt like a candle, heated by the flame of Joey's attentions, her melted and gooey wax pooling somewhere down inside her...

The tuggings and kisses at her breasts brought her breath short. She didn't want to breathe out, because to do so would give Joey a need to reach more, oh how she wanted to hold his head at her breast. She reached for his shoulders and pulled his head up; brought his lips to hers and kissed them, pushing her tongue between his teeth to flick against the tip of his. She gasped into his mouth as a sudden bit of cool air brushed across her damp peak. Opening her eyes she saw his right before her own, concern and ... was that what desire really looked like up close? in his eyes and kissed him again.

He gently pulled away from her kiss, and moved back down her body, trailing kisses along the way. He moved until he once more kneeled between her knees. He swallowed hard against the scent of her arousal, resisting the urge to take what was before him. He placed little kisses to the smooth skin just about her tangle of curls, then worked his way slowly down, kissing every centimeter of her. He stayed on the outside of her, kissing licking, tasting, from the top of her curls to where her ass rounded from her body.

The scent and taste were heady, and she had begun to make little noises for him. He smiled when very carefully he darted his tongue into the apex of where nature had split her. He delighted in the sound it pulled from her. His hands had come to rest on her hips. With them he steadied her, as he began to explore the folds of her sex. His licks and kisses were gentle and teasing. He wanted nothing more than to explore her, more would come later, when he'd had his fill and she was ready.

Ana had read on the internet and in her 'All about Sex' books only a little bit about oral pleasure.

Printed words were insufficient to describe the astonishing sensations coursing through her body. Her legs were protesting being hung over the edge of the bed just that way, so she bent her knees and placed her besocked feet behind Joey's shoulders as he explored her nether region. She inhaled sharply, made little 'ehhh' and 'aaaahhh' sounds as streaks of hot blazed across her body. She didn't remember ever getting such an arousing response from her self-explorations and...

"Oooh!" she heard her mouth explode. She didn't know what it was he'd just done, but she kind of wanted him to do it again. His fingers and tongue drifted that way so she wiggled her hips back in that direction but he moved the other way and thwarted her thrust. She groped with her left hand to guide his head or his hand back to that spot but he reached up with damp fingers and pressed her hand to her chest. Those damp artist's fingers brushed against one of her still-taut peaks; Ana let out a low moan as they twisted it gently at the exact same moment as something else was touched down at her center, then she groaned in disappointment as they moved to the other. She took the tantalization of her turgid tip into her own touch and flicked it gently, then harder, then using the rounded edge of her nail. The bed was being jostled, she discovered, then realized in a fog of 'oh wow this feels!!' that it was her hips pushing against the bed, then rocking again to meet Joey's dodging face, giving her only what he wished and not letting her take more.