Some overnight fun.

She giggled. Ray smiled at her, putting his hands gently around her neck. She put hers on his chest. They swayed together a little. Violins were playing. It was a dreamy old song, Ray thought. Maybe it was Frank Sinatra crooning "All that I can say, I love you."

Was it swaying? Was it dancing. She moved her hands to his, and they slowly two stepped. "I yearned for the day, the day that you say, I love you," she sang along softly. Ray smiled, and put his hands on her waist. She started pulling up on his shirt. The little dance had to pause shortly, as he pulled off his shirt. She was smiling, and put her head on his chest. This was really nice. Rebecca had basically never done anything like this before.

"You've got a really pretty voice," Ray said, readjusting his hand and pulling her nightie above her bum. She smirked shyly, not quite able to meet his eyes at that. The CD moved on to the next song. This was definitely Sinatra. This one had more horns.

"I sang in the choir, y'know, back in high school," she said, "I don't sing that often more." Becks really didn't talk about her past. They normally just had dinner with some awkward conversation about their days, and had sex.

"You were a choir geek?" Ray guffawed.

"Shut up," she smiled, and laughed at herself.

"I figured you for some sort of violent anarchist underground back in high school," Ray said to the wanna-be punk rock politico.

"No, I've always been kind of a nerd. Glee Club, theater," she said.

"Were you on the speech team? Debate? Don't tell me that you did debate," he said.

"What? Did you debate?" She said, lightly punching him.

"I was on the soccer team, and I was in a band," he smiled.

"You were in the marching band?" She laughed.

"No, no, I was in an band, like, with my friends; I played the drums."

"What kind of band? What you were playing?"

"I think we wanted to do like a metal band, but we really just did like, really bad covers of Metallica," Ray smiled, "Listen, this is romantic, but I was kind of thinking, do you mind if I change this?"

"Be my guest, babe," she said.

He went to the phone, and scanned through the playlists the app was offering. He hit the 70s Motown, and as Smokey Robinson replaced Frank Sinatra, Ray kissed Rebecca on her neck, and started lowering her onto the couch in the living room. With his left hand, he pinned her to the couch, and with his right, he moved her panties to the side.

"You're really pretty, you know that right?" he said, "Maybe, good enough to eat." He dove in between her legs. He wasn't inexperienced with this, though he probably was more eager than skilled. But soon enough, she was giggling, and straining against his arm. He kept her pinned down and kept focused on the work in front of him.

It took a couple of songs, but he was getting results. "I'm gonna, right right there, ohmigawd- oh oh, Ray- God!" She said, her legs clasping around his head. She giggled as she came. Ray smiled into her notch, but he wasn't going stop. "Don't - ohmigo- don't stop, keep going, keep going," she moaned breathily.

He did just that. Her second orgasm came easier than the first, taking just about the same length as "How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)". He stopped as she recentered herself and tried to catch her breath. He was sliding off his pants. He hummed, slightly off-key to the song. She had a dumb grin on her face.

"Do you mind? Is it okay?" He said playfully, as he lined himself to her.

"Oh, please, do, I think-- I think-- I think you deserve it," she said. She ran her hands one after another through her hair, trying to get it out of her face. He entered into her, causing her to gasp just slightly.

He wasn't particularly long-lasting here, but that suited Rebecca just fine. Just having him close to her felt good, having him inside her was delightful. "I'm going to make you love me," she sang along with Diana Ross. He pulled out and came on her stomach. She let it dry, as he snuggled in between her and the couch's back, and pulled a blanket over the two of them.

They eventually fell asleep to Stevie Wonder, and Rebecca realized that she was happier now than any time she could remember in the past few years.

He woke up, hearing Rebecca swearing after she dropped a plate in the kitchen.

"So that was fucking great," she said, "Do you wanna stay for breakfast?"

She apparently had slid out from under him, and changed into her pajamas at some point. Ray smiled as he looked for his underwear. He saw his phone poking out of his pants pocket, and saw that he had a text from Katie. But he had Rebecca here, making him bacon and eggs.