[For Alan] ... the night of and the morning after

[theirlawyer]

Alan poked his head into the room, looked both ways. "It'll do."

Stepping back, he smiled expansively. "After you."

Ainsley gave him a curt nod of her head, making her way into her room which was familiar territory by now and she set the bottle down on the floor as she slid off the gold and purple bracelets from the box downstairs. "Now that you've dragged me away from my cheesecake, I hope you're going to prove I made the right choice," she informed him, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

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[alanshore.livejournal.com]

Her touch tickled; Alan closed his eyes and fended off the urge to laugh. "Stranger things have happened," he cautioned. "Then I'll be left with nothing to tease you about but your height."

[playingtheenemy.livejournal.com]

Ainsley gave him a sharply unimpressed look. "Five foot three, thank you," she replied proudly. "Which is not even close to a midget's height."

[alanshore.livejournal.com]

"I have nothing against midgets. Quite the contrary." Recalling Denny's tidings from home (Denny was seeing a midget; Alan was seeing no one in particular), Alan paused to briefly consider and then firmly kiss Ainsley.

[playingtheenemy.livejournal.com]

Ainsley was only mildly surprised by the kiss, but she adjusted and cupped his cheek, leaning into Alan's body and did what she did as best as she could.

Second best was not even an option.