Friendly Fires

May 27, 2000, 1:30 am

The clock near the bed flashed 1:30 am. Josh stretched a little, murmured something and kissed her back sleepily.

"Wha time is it?" he asked with a barely concealed yawn. He glanced over at the clock. "Done so soon?"

"Uh huh," Sara answered, gently stroking the side of Josh's face. "I developed the film of the fire and printed up the ones the Chronicle would probably want. I'm having the money from those photos donated to a rebuilding fund for the Centre. I'll take a look at the rest of them later." Sara took Josh's hand in hers. "I also set up the computer to search for some stuff for me, and that'll take a while. So, I thought I'd come in and give you a kiss. Now that you're awake…"

Sara leaned forward and kissed Josh again, her tongue teasing his lips, inviting him to open his mouth.

Josh growled deep in his throat, his hands slide up her back and with a quick twist of his body, he reversed their positions.

"Help my memory, honey," he breathed against her neck, "It was so long ago, I can't seem to remember where I was."

"Well," Sara said, giving Josh's earlobe a quick lick. "First of all, you weren't wearing any clothes." She reached down and tucked her thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. "Let me help you with those, sweetheart."

Sara pulled down the offending garment, her hands paying attention to everything but Josh's growing arousal. She tossed the shorts negligently to the floor.

"Secondly, I wasn't wearing any clothes either." Sara slowly started to unbutton her blouse.

"Strange," he breathed, "I don't remember that."

Staring into her eyes, he eased off the bed, moving so he could see her by the moonlight. His gaze swept over her, settling on her hands.

"Well," Sara gave him a sultry smile. "Maybe this'll help." She stood and went to stand opposite Josh, the moon turning her skin to luminescent ivory.

"I wasn't wearing this blouse." Sara's fingers slowly undid the buttons of her blouse. She shrugged and let her shirt slide down her arms onto the floor. "Is that helping your memory any?" She raised an eyebrow. "No? Let me think what else." Sara turned her profile toward Josh, her low cut bra caressing her like the shadows against her skin.

"I should probably take off these pants too." Sara sent Josh a sideways glance as she undid the button and zipper of her pants. She paused. "Excuse me," Sara said with mischievously sexy smile. She turned her back to him and slowly pulled her pants down, bending at the waist, the waistband of the thong hugging the curve of her hips.

She turned back to Josh and gently bit the index finger of her right hand.

"I don't seem to remember wearing these stockings either." Sara put her left foot on the seat of the chair and rolled down one stocking, then the other.

"Is your memory coming back at all?" Sara runs the fingers of her right hand lightly from dip of her collar bone to her bellybutton.

"Noooo," Josh answered slowly, "I think I would remember that."

He glided towards her. Placing his hands on the window to either side of Sara, he leaned inward letting only his mouth touch hers.

"I seem to remember something about pleasu…"

In the living room the answering machine went on.

Unless the world is coming to an end, I am not leaving. Not now, Sara thought as she traced Josh's lips with her tongue.

"So do I," Sara breathed. She leaned forward until the tips of her breasts brushed Josh's chest and growled, "Is there something else I could do to help jog your memory?"

In the living room, the answering machine beeped twice and then went silent. Josh straightened a little and using one hand as an anchor, he lifted her up, bringing her close to his body. Taking a step sideways, he leaned them both against the wall.

Sara wrapped her long legs around Josh's waist as she nibbled on his ear. She wriggled until she was resting in his lap and she locked her fingers in his hair. She tilted his head to the side and started to nip his neck as the urgency in her rose.

"Window… not sturdy enough," he whispered just before his mouth claimed hers. A stray thought brushed his mind as he lost himself in the passion. It's a good thing this place has thick walls. With both of us being so vocal, our neighbours would be mighty upset.

Across the street, the man with the telescope muttered in frustration and turned his toy to trying to find other means of entertainment. He hummed as he rewound the film, and replaced it.