"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

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It suddenly felt very unfair that our clothes situation differed. Having taken the first shower, and having come so ill-prepared, I had been left with little choice but to redress in the clothes I had taken off; they didn't have the fancy bathrobes that they did in the movies.

/"Daddy,/" I whispered, hips jerking as his mouth found my neck. Through half-lidded eyes, I watched as he pulled away, searching my face.

/"Oz,/" he breathed back. /"Are you sure that you want tonight to-- are you sure that you want it to be tonight?/"

Earlier, when we had faced the prospect of having to go back home, I had told him that I hadn't wanted to. I had told him I wanted to stay with him. Be with him. In every way.

After what had happened the night before, what had been created between us, I had been left with nothing shy of an undying certainty that I wanted more. That I needed more. I was ready, and I wanted to go all the way.

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