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“D’you remember,” Cathy asks, spooning herself back into Caro’s waiting arms, “the first time we made love in this bed?”
“Mmm,” Caro agrees, eyes already closed against the night. “The little squeak you made when I slipped a finger inside you?”
“Well, what did you expect,” Cathy returns without heat. “Startling a poor girl like that.” They’re meandering down the path of a decades-old dispute.
Caro snorts. “Never heard you complaining -- not then and not since.” She finds the hem of Cathy’s flannel nightshirt in the dark.
“You won’t hear me complaining now,” Cathy agrees, twisting about for a kiss.