Joe's Shirt

Marilyn slowly woke up, opening one eye, then the other one.

For a split second, she wasn't sure where she was..... then she smiled, as she remembered .She wondered what time it was, and her eyes scanned the room, looking for her Joe. She KNEW he was here, but she would feel more at ease when she laid eyes on him again.

She looked down at herself in bed, wearing only Joe's white shirt.

It was loose on her, and only half the buttons were buttoned.

It smelled like Joe; she loved that.

Just then, Joe himself appeared, a smile on his face, carrying a cup of tea for her in one hand, his own black coffee in the other.

He sat down on the bed next to her, and leaned over and kissed her gently.

"Was wondering if I was going to have to wake you up. We need to leave soon. But you looked so peaceful and beautiful sleeping in my shift, I didn't want to wake you.", he told her.

"It was a long day, yesterday.", Marilyn said.

Joe nodded. "Long night, too."

Marilyn nodded. She was still a little tired, but she had slept well, knowing that she was with Joe now. How horribly frightened she had been, thinking she had no way to get even a call to him, and then suddenly, just when she had lost hope, there he was in the flesh, rescuing her!

"I wasn't able to get many of your things from there, but there is some clothing.....assuming you don't want to keep wearing my shirt.", he said, giving her a grin.

Marilyn giggled. "Well.....not in public. But I love wearing one to bed."

"Looks better on you than it does me.", Joe quipped. "You can wear one anytime."

Marilyn smiled, and her eyes brightened.

"We should leave soon.", Joe reminded her. "I've arranged a car. Under the circumstances, I thought it might attract less attention. Some other arrangements have been made, as well. Try not to worry, alright? Let me handle it."

Marilyn looked into his eyes, and she nodded. She trusted him.

She didn't even ask where they were headed. She didn't really care, with him by her side. They were safer now than they had been, and, in this moment, it was MORE than enough for her.

She sat up in bed, and leaned against the pillows, drinking her warm tea. Joe finished his coffee, and they enjoyed a warm silence between, just at being together again.

Joe caught a glimpse of her breast peeking out from his shirt, and he couldn't resist cupping it in his hand, and squeezing gently.

Marilyn sighed softly as he caressed her.

Joe kissed her, and groaned, thinking of the time. He really wanted nothing more than to make love to her right now!

"What the hell", he muttered to himself, and pulled Marilyn into his arms. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck.

He reluctantly pried himself away from her for a few minutes, and made short order of removing the clothes he had on already.

Then he was back in bed with his Marilyn. He gently pushed her back on the pillows of the bed, and moved atop her, kissing her and running his hands over her beautiful body.

It was a quick but intense coupling for Joe and Marilyn, but after everything that had come through recently together, it was definitely something they both needed right now.

Marilyn moaned softly as Joe kissed her, and wrapped her in his arms.

"I love you, Joe.", Marilyn said softly, happily.

"Me too.", Joe said in a husky voice.

He held her in his arms for a few more minutes, then slowly started to get out of bed, and extended one of his hands to her.

"Come on; let's get dressed and get on the road.", he said.

Marilyn got up slowly. "Alright." She hated to give the shirt up.

Joe was dressed before she was, but she did try to hurry along.

She found a pair of white slacks, and a black and white polka dot silk blouse among the things that Joe had managed to bring with them. A spritz of Chanel No. 5 perfume, and a touch of red lipstick and she was ready to go.

Within the next ten minutes, they were in the car and Joe was driving them down the road.

Marilyn turned her head and looked into the back seat. Her eyes brightened when she saw a picnic basket, complete with a blanket and two bottles of wine.

"Why, you've thought of everything!", Marilyn exclaimed.

"No more snooping.", Joe said, in a falsely stern tone of voice.

Marilyn laughed. "That's not fair....but alright.", she said, and turned back around.

She slid over in the car so that that she much closer to Joe, and laid her head on his shoulder. He slid an arm around her and squeezed.

She squirmed a little against him, and he chided, "Now who's not being fair." But Marilyn could tell that he liked it. She liked doing things that Joe liked.

Marilyn reached over and touched the white shirt of Joe's that she had slept in last night. She patted it and smiled.

It was a reminder of what Joe had done for her. But it was really far more than that. It was a symbol of their new beginning, their second chance. This time, as Joe said, "It was for keeps."

He'd actually managed to convince her that they were going to get it right this time.

Joe glanced over and saw her hand laid on his white shirt.

He smiled that lazy grin of his at her that she loved so very much, and said, "Maybe you'll wear it in bed again tonight."

Marilyn flushed a little when she realized that he'd been watching her with his shirt, but she smiled at his teasing. "Maybe I will."

"I KNOW you will! I'll put it on you myself.", he told her.