This Unreal Feeling -- End of May 1998

I couldn't help but laugh.  Here she was planning all sorts of events already!  "How about we start with unpacking then we decide who we're going to invite over for dinner first, okay?" I suggested, walking over to the closest box and oening it up.  "Except this one is all kitchen stuff... so why don't you do this room and I'll go ahead and do the living room?"  I didn't want to mess up her organizational skills in the kitchen.  She was a little particular about that.

I smiled at him.  It was a very good thing that he let em do the kitchen.  It would avoid a lot of unnecessary bickering.  I walked past him and gave him a look when he smacked my butt slightly.  "Could you behave yourself for a little while?" I asked, rolling my eyes playfully.  I mean really.

I smirked at her.  "No," I said to her simply.  "I mean... I am my father's son."  I looked around.  "And we're finally in our own place... why not be a little promiscuous?"

He was right about that.  Shaking my head, I said, "Dean, we have too much to do to get sidetracked."  There were so many boxes laying around.  How on earth did that not bother him?

I groaned.  "Alright... fine," I said, shaking my head at her.  "What about this:  we unpack a few boxes then we have some fun?" I raised my eyebrows at her, hpoing that I would win her over.

There really was no way to get Dean's mind off of extracurricular activities.  I ran a hand through my hair, sighing.  "We'll see," I said, though I really would prefer to unpack everything and leave the rest of it for at least tomorrow.

I started to unpack and organize everything as quickly as I could -- and wiht magic.  I could see that Addison was not using magic and wondered if that was on purpose or just because she was so particular about her kitchen.  I could see it a mixture of both.

I felt eyes on me and nturned around, smiling at Dean.  "Oh good!  You're done in there!  Why don't you move on to the bedroom?" I suggested as I continued to organize my kitchen.  I could do it by magic, but I was so particular about every last detail being a chef myself that I did not want to misplace anything.

I groaned and did as I was told; there was no use in arguing about it, to be honest.  If I got all the packing undone with magic, then we could possibly have some fun, alone time.  I went to the bedroom and started to wave my wand, unapcking and putting things in their place.

I finally stopped in the kitchen and walked to the bedroom.  I was happy to see that Dean was basically finished.  "Hey babe," I said to him from the doorway.  "I was going to make some supper... or would you rather just order in a pizza or something?" I asked.

I sighed, turning around.  "Why don't we just order in?" I suggested, walking over to her and wrapping my arms around her waist and giving her a kiss on her forehead.  "I think that would be a good thing, hmm?  Less work for you."  Then maybe we could actually do something fun other htan unpacking.

I was slightlys urprised by Dean's assessment.  "Well, great," I said, happy that he was thinking of less work for me.  But then I realized he probalby had an ulterior motive.

We were in the living room eating some Chinese food that we ordered in and it was so easy to just sit there talking with each other while we ate.  When we were finished, Addison rested against me while I stroked her arm gently with my fingertips while we watched a movie.  "Isn't this great?" I questioned.

I knew what he was trying to do, and I would let him at one point, but I liked to make him beg for me.  I smiled up at him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "It really is... our own place," I said, gesturing to the living room.

I looked down at my wife and sighed.  "You are horrible, you know that?" I teased, kissing her forehead.