Nathan asked Catherine what she wanted for her birthday, and she smiled.  It was this toothy Cheshire smile, one he'd watched spread across her face as she crawled on top of him, placing both hands now flat across his chest, legs wrapped around him tight, tossing her head back, all prior to responding with 'tell me something beautiful, that's what I want, or better yet, show me.'   And before Nathan could say another word, she kissed him, asking if he'd steal her away to somewhere gone, far away from here, but first if he'd just bring her another glass of cognac, that last alone, for now, would be enough.

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