PJ was quite content to wait at home for Reap. She had sent the babysitter home (with a bonus, as Laci had been particularly rambunctious) she'd given Laci a bath and gotten her put down for the night. Then it was on to other preparations.

She had taken a bath as well, washing away the remnants of her matches at the Outback; hair, makeup, lingerie and finally an old flannel of Reap?s was all put together for a look that was distinctly the Badsider's own. To top it off, she'd dabbed a hint of whiskey behind her ears and into her cleavage. She knew he'd get a laugh out of that.

The flannel was, of course, far too big for her slender frame, but by rolling the sleeves and undoing the first three buttons, it was perfect. A hint of the lingerie's lace peeped out from beneath the soft, worn fabric - a sexy juxtaposition between the contrasting cloths. The shirt hung nearly to her knees like a dress. It flowed across her curves like clouds in a breeze.

She wondered only for a moment why Reap even had a flannel with his tendency to run hot, then again it was probably why he'd left it behind in the first place.

She dimmed the lights and cued up the cd, waiting in *his* chair. Once she heard his boots outside the door, she pressed play and moved to greet him. She never let a word leave his mouth. She had quickly wrapped her arms about him and pressed a hungry kiss into lips. More kisses followed as she walked him to his chair. It wasn?t always a graceful backward walk when trying to maintain a lip-lock, but she got him there and seated eventually.

She stepped back away from him as the next song began to play. Glossy lips synced up with the lyrics coming from the well hidden speakers.

"There's a plane flying out of here tonight..."

Shapely hips swayed from side to side as slow and rhythmically as the song itself. Her midnight eyes gleamed with the stars Reap had placed in them as she watched his reactions to the private performance. She was no dancer, but her intent was perfectly clear when her fingers started toying with the flannel's buttons. She let the flannel slide from her shoulders to pool at her feet. Stepping away from it and back to him, she placed a hand on either side of the chair and leaned as close as a whisper, yet without actually touching him? yet.

She changed up the words a little to suit her needs "Where when I hear him, I can see him, he can smell my sweet perfume, I can feel his skin against me when I sleep..."

But, if the cowboy could tell anything from the mood she had set, sleep was the last thing on her mind.