This would have been a lot easier if they could have done it without Luke actually looking at her. Michelle didn't exactly have actual baby fat leftover from her pregnancy. She called it fat, but it was really just stretched out stomach muscles that didn't lie flat and firm anymore. Continuing to eat in the face of such flabbiness had been a consuming challenge every day since Benjamin had been born. Michelle tried to direct Luke away from it, but he was persistent and she finally gave in, letting him explore, even though it was weird. Luke knew her though, and before long she felt her toes curling in anticipation, her breathing intensified. She hadn't felt like this in a long time, and now she couldn't remember why they had waited. But then Luke was talking about taking a holiday, and Michelle nuzzled her mouth into his neck, clinging close to him.

"Does Benji have a tent?" she asked absently. It was difficult to concentrate on the logistics of camping just then, when Luke had just been working so hard to get her body keyed up. The ideas slowly clicked together, however, and Michelle opened one eye. "Isn't he off in Timbuktu?" she asked. Although, as she said it, she was fairly certain that she didn't want to talk about Benji Summers while she was naked - regardless of how many tents he owned.


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