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That was the word he had been searching for during the past twenty minutes. He smiled to himself, even as she grunted with discomfort beneath him.

"Not like that," she muttered as she angled her hips differently. "Harder."

He complied, caressing her cheek with a tenderness that seemed to amuse her. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Arrogance," she laughed. "You men all think if you fuck us like you want to, we'll break in two. It's just your penis. It's not a jackhammer."

"You really know how to stroke a man's ... ego," he muttered. Her hands cupped his ass, guiding him, controlling his thrusts.

"You think I'm too demanding," she mused, her voice low and throaty.

"No. I think you're simple. Uncomplicated." Her body fluttered under his fingers, a sly smile spreading over her face.

"Simple's usually a bad thing."

He grunted once, burying himself deep inside her as he came. She lay still underneath him, her face flushed and her eyes shining.

"I like simple. Things haven't been simple for a long time."

She seemed to ponder that for a moment, before she pushed him back and eased out from under his body. He watched her as she got up and walked over to his window. She pulled aside the drapes, apparently unconcerned about her state of undress. The moonlight lit up her pale skin, highlighting her rosy nipples, the faint bite mark on her upper breast. He could feel his lower body stirring, even though he knew it would be a while before he could grow hard again.

"Is this some rebound thing? Catherine told me -"

"Catherine doesn't know what she's talking about," he snapped.

For some strange reason, she smiled, closing the curtains and making her way back to the bed. "It's okay, you know. I don't mind being your rebound girl, and I don't mind being uncomplicated."

"There's nothing wrong with being uncomplicated." He took her hand, running his thumb over the smooth skin, urging her to rejoin him in bed.

"If it's not complicated, it's not real," she said with a grin. "I ... am going to take a shower." And with that, she slipped from his grasp, closing his bathroom door behind her. With the door shut and the drapes drawn together, it was dark, and visions flashed into his head as he began to reminisce, almost against his will. He blinked, forcibly, snapped out of his reverie, and turned to face the wall, determined to shake off his ghosts.

"You're welcome to join me," she shouted from the other room. "In fact, I really insist upon it."

And it was his turn to grin. Regardless of whether it was real or not, he was enjoying uncomplicated.