Heath yawned and stretched. "I'm knackered," he said. "I'm going to take a quick nap before dinner, I think," he added, rising.

"You feeling all right, son?" Margaret asked, looking up from an article for a law magazine that she was editing for a friend. Hugh was doing some "light reading," of something to do with astronomy. MJ had gotten a look at the book, and as far as she could tell, it was written in German, a fact which she found  astonishing.

Archie, too, was doing some required summer reading for his upcoming year at Harrow. His reading was in Latin, of all things. It was Virgil's The Aeneid, which MJ had heard of, but knew nothing about.

Poppy was simply surfing the internet, thankfully, so MJ didn't feel like a complete idiot, while Chopin played softly in the background. It was a beautiful summer day, just a few days before they'd have to leave to go to Santiago, Chile, for the rest of the tour.

MJ herself was re-reading Watership Down, one of her favorites, especially now that she was in the English countryside.

"Yeah, I'm fine, mum, no worries, just sleepy. Figure I should rest as much as I can before getting back to the grind, you know? Just pop up and get me if I'm not down by dinner, okay?" He kissed MJ, who was on the floor with the puppies, and left.

"Oh my god, Meredith Renner's really scraping the bottom of the barrel," Poppy declared grimly. "Guess who she's taken up with in Ibiza? Again?"

"Who?" Archie asked with interest. Anything was more interesting than Virgil, it seemed.

"Jason Fielding," Poppy said with  a smile.

"No," Archie said in disbelief, sitting up from where he lay on the floor.

"Why is that a big deal?" MJ asked.

Jason Fielding was a popular DJ who sometimes worked as a producer, and had garnered some grammy nominations. He also sang his own songs sometimes. MJ thought he and Meredith might have been a thing at one time, though she wasn't sure.

"He's the wanker she cheated on my brother with," Archie told MJ. "He's the person she goes running back to whenever she needs someone to shag who won't say no to her, he's a complete and total bellend--"

"All right, Archie, I think we all understand what kind of person he is," Hugh said, looking up from his book.

"Anyway," Poppy continued, "there are photographs of them on her Insta and his of the two of them looking all pissed and loved up on the beach and in a hotel room. It's disgusting."

It took MJ a second to remember that in England looking "pissed" meant looking drunk, not angry.

"He's a right gormless arsehole, a total hanger-on who goes running to her whenever she wags her bum at him," Archie said, picking up a puppy, and smiling at it. "Absolutely classless human being, really."

Just then MJ got a text, which was weird, because the only people who would text her were her father, who should still be sleeping, and Heath, who had just gone up to take a nap.

It was Heath:

ARE YOU COMING?

MJ stared at her phone for a second, then looked around the room to see if anyone was looking at her, but of course no one was.

No? Was I supposed to?

MJ ARE YOU DAFT?

Again, MJ looked at her phone for a moment before responding.

No. What? I thought you were sleepy? Did you need me to put you to sleep or something?

The reply came almost immediately.

OMG MJ OF COURSE I'M NOT SLEEPY! WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT???

By now MJ was pushing the letters a little bit harder than she had to as she typed.

Uh, because you said so?

Again, the next reply came very quickly.

DID YOU NOT READ ANY OF MY SIGNALS?

She smiled and typed back:

No, I was busy reading my book, so sorry I didn't read any of your signals, Heath. What was I supposed to have read??

Again the response came back in all caps:

THAT I WAS RANDY AF AND WANTED TO SHAG!

MJ really had to stifle a laugh as she rose and excused herself. She typed as she quickly walked upstairs.

How in the world was I supposed to read that from you yawning, stretching, and saying you were sleepy? Huh?

She'd reached their bedroom by now, so she just opened it, to find lying on his side in bed holding his phone.

"You're certifiable," MJ said, shaking her head and laughing as she lay down on the bed. "And you've been shouting at me this whole time, I hope you know."

Heath set his phone aside and pulled MJ close, as she, too, set her phone on the table next to the bed. "Well, I was frustrated," he explained, kissing her, smiling, and putting a leg over her. "I needed my girl and she was all the way downstairs in another part of the house. I thought a little shouting was warranted." His voice had diminuendoed to a murmur as he nuzzled into her hair and let his hand drift down to her breast.

"Mmm, oh god, I'm about to shoot off into my trousers, MJ," he continued, rubbing his hips against her. "Get your clothes off, please."

MJ exhaled, her breath shaky already, just from the feel of his lips, his hand on her breast. His hands slid under her shirt so he could feel her skin, pushing under bra to feel the soft, secret skin under breast that he loved to touch, the part that was never exposed because her breasts were so large.

MJ pulled her shirt off, and he flicked the hooks on her bra right after, so she was lying topless next to him, so he could pull her close and feel all of her next to him, hot and plush. He turned them so she was above him, and he moved down so her breasts were above his face, so he could suck on first one, then the other, as they hung, full, and inviting, right above him.

MJ grasped the headboard for support and closed her eyes at the sensation, letting out a moan that went on and on. She could feel herself getting wet, the heaviness between her legs.

Heath pulled her shorts off as she straddled him, and he pushed a hand between her legs, feeling the warmth, smelling her scent. He inserted a finger, causing her to arch her back as if she felt a current of electricity going through her body.

She looked incredible.

"MJ, do you think you can come?" Heath asked.

MJ just nodded, eyes closed.

So Heath began to move his finger, back and forth, adding a second finger after a few minutes. He used his thumb as well, pressing on her, moving in circles, pressing harder as he felt her center hardening.

MJ began to move her hips, rolling them toward his hand, and watching her from beneath was one of the sexiest things Heath had ever seen. He'd never been with a woman who actually had hips like MJ, rich, round curves that moved like that, and seeing them, feeling them when he had his hands on her, was the best feeling.

MJ lowered her head, biting her lip, and Heath knew she was close. He put his mouth back on her breast, gently biting as he sucked. He pressed on her sex with his thumb and sped up his fingers.

MJ let out a moan and a long breath that had a hitch in it, a breath that stopped and started three times, though the last one was very short, then she relaxed under his hand, almost like her hips rolled outward, and she sagged on top of him.

He took his hand away, and he could feel her very wet and warm sex right on top of him.

"Do you want to try it like this?" Heath asked. They'd only ever done it with him on top, since that first night in the meadow.

MJ nodded. "Will you tell me if I'm doing it wrong?" she asked, still a little breathless.

Heath nodded and laughed as he rolled on the condom. "Yeah, though I don't think that's possible.

"Okay, lift up a bit, darling--yeah, like that--"

He lifted himself, and felt MJ slide down over him, her slick tightness envelop him. Even though it had been over a week since the first time, he was still surprised by how tight she was.

Christ it felt good.

He couldn't suppress a moan.

"What?" MJ asked, looking down at him.

Heath smiled. "It just feels really, really, good," he assured her.

"So now we just--move-- you know, do what feels good," he told her. "In fact, I don't have to be lying down at all." And he sat up, kissing MJ after he did so.

"Oh, wow, this is so nice," MJ said, her voice soft and pleased. She kissed Heath as she put her arms around his neck and rolled her hips, using her strong thighs to rise up and go back down.

"Like that?"

"Yes, just like that."

"Okay."

"A little faster, darling."

"Yes?"

"Oh god, yes. This feels amazing."

"For me too, Heath."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm. Oh, wow, especially when you use your hand like that, oh my god, I think I'm going to come again."

"Really, darling?"

"Mm hmm, ohmygod, Heath--"

"MJ, me too, me too--"

Heath grasped MJ by the hair and pulled as he came, exposing her gorgeous neck, which he kissed and sucked on fiercely, making her gasp and moan as she, too, orgasmed for the fourth or fifth time that day.

MJ dug her fingers into Heath's shoulders, leaving bruises in the shape of her fingerprints as he thrust into her so hard she was lifted of the bed.

They came down together perspiring, gasping, in the bright afternoon sun on the large bed in Heath's bedroom.

They held each other and smiled at each other and kissed as they toppled over, still joined, as close as they could get.

"Do you want to take a shower?" MJ asked.

"In a few minutes," Heath replied. "I like being all sweaty in the sheets with you."

"You do?" MJ asked. She couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice. "I thought you liked how I smelled when I was all lotioned up? With all my stuff?"

Heath shrugged. "I do, but I love this as well. This is us, something we create together." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her moist shoulder. "It's beautiful and wonderful in another way.

"I love you, MJ, no matter what you smell like."

"Oh. Me too, Heath. Me too."