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THANKSGIVING RENDEZVOUS
Season 8
Kate grunts and opens one eye, pulling herself back from the edge of sleep to give her husband a half-hearted glare. "Huh?"
Rick shifts to his side, facing her, and trails his finger down her bare back. "Our families. What'd you tell your dad?"
"Needed more whipped cream." She smirks and shuts her eyes. "And that the first two stores I went to were out."
He chuckles. "Funny, I said the same thing." He leans over and presses his lips to her shoulder. "Hopefully our parents won't compare notes."
She groans and buries her face in her pillow. "God, we're so obvious, aren't we?" She feels Rick shift again, and her breath gets caught in her throat when his mouth starts a slow path down her spine.
Her hips lift on their own accord, pushing back into him when he raises up behind her, palming her waist, circling his thumbs around the small of her back.
"Speak for yourself," he husks, dusting his lips across her back. "I'm a good liar."
She scoffs. She expects resistance when she turns over, but he simply slides his hands down her legs when she wraps them around his waist and pulls him close. "Oh please."
"I think-" He grunts when she digs his fingers into his waist. "Shit. I think we're still having trouble finding the whipped cream," he jokes, his voice strained.
She arches her back, his name falling from her lips with a gasp when he pushes into her. "Might need to check a few more stores," she manages. "Maybe the whole island."
By the time they eventually make their way to their respective Thanksgiving dinners, they may as well have searched all five boroughs. And if their respective family members suspect anything, they don't say a word.
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