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 I keep forgetting to ask, he interrupted.  What is frak?
Could anyone have lived in this century and not seen Battlestar Galactica? Really? She
eyed him uneasily. Maybe he was really an alien, here to take over the world and
 MacKensie, pay attention. Frak?
 Uh, right. From Battlestar Galactica, the new one. They used it in place of& uh& fuck.
 Ah. His finger rubbed his lips, and she could see him smothering a smile, undoubtedly
because of her red face.
Considering all the times he'd& fucked& her, why should the word be so hard to say? She
frowned at him.  Anyway, it was a TV series. And when it came out on DVD, Jim and I watched
it again. She smiled at the memory.  God, I love that show.
 I'll add it to the library, then.
She jerked her gaze back to him.  You will not.
 Excuse me?
 You don't like science fiction, so you'd be buying it for me. And you're not going to do
that.
One eyebrow tilted up.  I'm not?
 No. Maybe she was being rude, but still&
 Do you not like presents, little cat? he asked softly.
 I  She pushed back from the table and stepped around Butler to walk across the room
and back.  You see, presents are should be reciprocal in a way. But I don't have any money, so
I can't give you anything back, and just taking things makes me feel  like a whore  useless.
And greedy.
He had that observant look in his eyes again, that stillness in his body that showed he'd
focused totally on her. But then he smiled and said gently,  All right, sweetheart. I can see how
you might feel that way. He held his hand out to her, one of those silent commands that tilted
her world.
How did he do this to her? Even when he wasn't being a Dom, he was. She put her hand in
his.
And then he grinned.  So since we don't have any good science fiction, we're watching
Patton tonight.
 We are not. Their ongoing fight. Chick flicks and science fiction versus his war movies.
Actually, she loved having someone with whom to watch a movie, even if the movie sucked. Not
just watch either. Since their time at the beach, the movies had acquired  intermissions. He'd
taken her in front of the fireplace, bent over the arm of a couch, and while straddling his legs on
the chair. If she gave him any trouble or if the mood struck him she might find her hands
bound.
Or ordered to stay in one place without moving. God, that had been so difficult lying on
her back, legs open, hands over her head while he& She swallowed and caught the simmer of
heat in his eyes.
80 Cherise Sinclair
 I want to see Sleepless in Seattle. It seems only appropriate considering I'm living here,
she said, ignoring the way her voice had turned husky.  We'll flip for it. She pulled away and
carried her dishes out to the kitchen.
Alex set his dishes beside hers on the counter. Then firm hands closed around her waist,
and he set her on the kitchen island.
 Hey. She frowned at him.  What 
Clever fingers unbuttoned her shirt.  I want dessert before my movie.
* * * * *
She'd fallen asleep, curled in his lap, head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head,
enjoying the light citrus fragrance of her hair and the heavier scent of hot, raunchy sex. The
movie she'd chosen continued to play, but he'd muted the sound when she drifted off.
Interviewing for jobs must be hard work. Probably living with him was harder.
She'd come a long way in the past week. She didn't flinch away from his touch now, and
her responses during sex were uninhibited and responsive. God, he enjoyed making love to her.
But holding her like this, teasing her during their meals, waking with her in his arms,
pleased him just as much. In fact, he couldn't envision the house without her in it. Butler made
good company, and listened attentively to Alex's complaints about idiotic managers, but he
couldn't come up with suggestions as MacKensie did. Or laugh when Alex told of the latest
fiasco. As a dining companion, Butler left something to be desired too.
He shook his head slightly. What the hell was he thinking? He didn't want a relationship,
dammit. He liked his life, his solitude, and having his house to himself. Or he had.
His little sub wouldn't be leaving right away, though. He'd talked her into staying at least a
couple of more weeks, or until she secured a position. Her reluctance had bothered him, until he
realized it had nothing to do with him but originated in her hatred of being under obligation to
someone. To anyone.
She certainly had an abundance of pride. In many ways, she reminded him of his mother,
and wasn't that an appalling thought?
Mac stirred and murmured, and he realized she'd stiffened. Her head thrashed back and
forth, and the high whimpers she gave sounded like those of a child. Her hands opened and
closed.
 MacKensie, wake up, he said, keeping his voice low. Nonthreatening.  Wake up now.
Her eyes opened. She blinked up at him, then looked around the room.  Not a closet, she
whispered.
 No closet, he agreed. He stroked her shoulder.
 I hate locked doors, you know, she confided, still muzzy with sleep.  I have to open
them.
 Do you now? And there, in two little sentences, she'd given him the answer to his
unlocked dungeon.  How did you learn to do that?
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