"Dear god, you can't still want more," Paul giggled sleepily as he felt Gina's hands creep across his bare skin to caress his chest, her lips trailing soft kisses over his back.
          "I always want more," she teased, kissing his shoulder.
          "Well you're not getting any more, you barely let me sleep," he declared, closing his eyes tightly.
          "Some men would be happy to have more," Gina chided.
          "Some men still have the feeling in their genitals," Paul countered and yawned into the pillow.
          "No stamina," Gina sighed, reaching over him to grab her clock radio. "Is there a reason this hasn't worked since you were last here."
          "It dropped on the floor," Paul mumbled. "Then I kinda kicked it across the room because it wouldn't shut up."
          "And you were planning on telling me when?"
          "I didn't need to tell you," Paul mused, opening one eye. "You noticed."
          "I noticed because I was late for work and got berated by my boss."
          "Oh shit really?" Paul gasped as he rolled over onto his back. "I'm sorry, I'll buy you a new one."
          "No not really," Gina smiled. "And this is the new one but thankyou for finally fessing up."
          "You evil, devious woman," Paul breathed as she leaned across him to put the clock radio back.
          "Why yes I am," she purred, stopping to teasingly bring her lips close to his. "And you love every moment of it."
          "I kinda think you like things nasty too," Paul chided. "You might act all sweetness and light but by jingo I've seen you do things that would make your mother blush."
          "Oh yeah?" Gina smiled. "Like what?"
          "Well," Paul mused as he rolled over, pinning her to the mattress. "There's this," he said huskily and kissed her. "And this and this…" his voice became increasingly muffled as he trailed kisses down her body until he disappeared under the covers.
          "Don't know about making my mother blush," Gina gasped.

          "You know I find it inherently wrong that you like wearing my robe," Gina declared, wandering into the bathroom where Paul was sporting only his underwear and her pink fluffy robe while he shaved.
          "It keeps my bits warm," he remarked, rinsing the shaving foam from the razor.
          "Should I be worried," Gina quipped. "I mean what with the tub of age defying moisturiser in your bathroom and now my robe."
          "With this amount of body hair," Paul chided. "I think not."
          "So, why do you have age defying moisturiser?" Gina mused, wrapping her arms around his waist as she rested her head on his shoulder.
          "Why do you have men's razors and shaving foam?" Paul countered.
          "Actually the foam if the stuff I use for my legs, see wild berry scented," Gina smiled. "Besides I asked you first."
          "It makes me look pretty," Paul said innocently. "What's your excuse."
          "I like to be prepared, you never know when you're going to have unexpected visitors."
          "Really?" Paul mused. "And how often do you have unexpected visitors?"
          "Well, now I'm dating you, so probably whenever you get shit faced."
          "Thanks for the faith honey," Paul sarced as Gina gave him a gentle pat on the rear before turning her attention to the shower.

          After getting dressed, which took Gina at least forty-five minutes because Paul kept stealing her clothes, and breakfast where he whined there were no cornflakes, he didn't want a muffin and how come there wasn't any marmalade? They went to the local shopping centre.
          "Have I mentioned I hate shopping?" Paul declared as Gina dragged him through the electronic doors. "My wallet comes out in a nasty rash."
          "It's probably a lack of sunlight thing," Gina quipped. Paul responded by scowling at her. "That's terrifying, no really."
          "I should never have told you where your underwear was," Paul huffed.
          "Be nice or I'll make you look at towels and sheet sets," Gina scorned.
          "I happen to like Manchester," Paul declared. "Nothing nicer than fine linen."
          "Yeah, when was the last time you changed the sheets on your bed?" Gina countered.
          "Look a shoe sale," Paul announced suddenly and led Gina in the direction of a shoe store with big 'Sale' banners hanging everywhere.
          "Oh please, you think just because I'm a woman I can be distracted by shoes?" Gina cussed. "Ohh 20% off boots."
          "Yep," Paul smiled as Gina looked sheepishly at the boot she was examining and quickly shoved it back. "You can look if you want."
          "No, I'm here to buy groceries," Gina pouted.
          "Really, I don't care," Paul enthused. "I'll buy 'em for ya if you want."
          "No," Gina said exasperated. "If I want them, I'll buy them and I don't want them." She paused a moment and looked over the boots again. She did want them but there was no way in hell that she was letting him buy them. Gina hated the idea of looking like she as just using Paul for his money. She grabbed his hand and they made their way into the supermarket.
          "I'll get ya a trolley?" Paul perked and wandered over to where the busted, littered and generally tired looking trolleys were lined up. He reached out to grab one but was pushed aside by a woman with four screaming children. "Nice to see you're setting a good example to your children," he mumbled.
          "What did you say?" the woman spat.
          "Only that it's nice to see that tomorrow's generation has been spawned from such a fantastic gene pool." The woman narrowed her eyes at Paul and then stalked off.
          "You're such an arsehole," Gina giggled as they made their way with the trolley into the first aisle, which was full of shampoos and shower gels. "I guess if you're going to be staying more often I need to stack up on this stuff. You're going through my shower gel like there's no tomorrow, what do you do, draw on the tiles with it?"
          "Do you really want an answer to that question?" Paul mused, raising an eyebrow as he watched Gina drop various items in the trolley.
          "Guess I'll have to shower with you more to keep an eye on ya," Gina chided ignoring a woman who had stopped looking at hairspray and was eyeing them strangely. They continued down the aisle with Gina rattling things off as she dropped them into the trolley much to Paul's amusement. The woman had no shame and no need for a shopping list, she just knew - now that was class.
          "That's a gift you have," Paul piped up.
          "We need more condoms, for obvious reasons," Gina mumbled. "What's a gift?"
          "Knowing what you need without having a list."
          "It's really not that challenging," Gina laughed. "I just think of things I'm running low on, have run out of or just want and buy them."
          "Don't suppose your running low on skimpy underwear?"
          "Not really," Gina said as she dropped a box of cornflakes in the trolley. "For you."
          "Thankyou," Paul smiled impishly. "Are you sure about the underwear thing because I was looking in your draw and I think you could do with a few smaller items."
          "You what?" Gina gasped.
          "I mean, I love that black set and that sheer number is fantastic but how about something in red."
          "You're so getting a beating when we get home," Gina announced with a wry smile and then noticed an older couple were looking at the shocked. "I wouldn't do it if he didn't enjoy it," she remarked.
          "She gets in her leather gear, big cat of nine tails…" Paul nodded as they left the stunned couple in the cereal aisle. It didn't take Gina long to get everything she wanted and to get out of the supermarket again which pleased Paul to no end. They headed with the now heavily laden trolley toward the electronic doors before Gina stopped outside the bottle shop.
          "Do you want anything?" she asked and Paul looked at her curiously. "Just because I don't drink doesn't mean I'm going to stop you."
          "Are you sure? I mean I'm quite happy to forgo the booze when I'm with you."
          "Of course I'm sure, besides you're quite entertaining when you've had a few," she smiled.
          "Where have you been all my life huh?" Paul mused as he pecked her on the cheek.
          "Where have you been all of mine?" Gina countered. "Here," she added and handed him several crisp bank notes.
          "What? No, I can pay for my own piss," Paul gasped.
          "I'm sure you can but it was my idea, it’s going in my apartment and you're my guest so therefore it's my job to pay for it."
          "Stop being so fucking moral," Paul scorned, refusing to take the money. "I'll be back," he added and disappeared into the bottle shop. He returned a short while later with a slab of beer, and two bottles one of whisky and one of tequila.
          "Are you sure that'll keep you going?" Gina mused as he placed everything carefully between the cornflakes and shampoo.
          "Yeah, should last me the weekend," Paul chided and took over the trolley again as they guided it out into the car park.

          "I was impressed when you berated that woman in the car park," Paul mused as he sat on the breakfast bar devouring a bowl of cornflakes.
          "Well, she deserved it," Gina huffed as she hurried around putting the shopping away. "I mean she nearly ran me over."
          "Do you hear me arguing?" Paul shrugged, sliding off the breakfast bar and taking another mouthful of cornflakes.
          "She even had children in the back, children, and they weren't strapped in…" Gina groused.
          "Yeah, it’s amazing she was allowed to breed," Paul mused and wrapped one arm around her waist while he placed his bowl in the sink. "Don't suppose you want to test some of those condoms huh?"
          "Oh how romantic," Gina sighed as Paul started kissing her neck.
          "We can stick some music on, a candle or two…"
          "Oh please, it'd be a speed test anyway."
          "Don't be all grumpy," he breathed, still working on her neck.
          "You're making this difficult," Gina sniggered as she tried to put a tin of hot chocolate in a high cupboard while Paul refused to let go.
          "You're not making this any easier," he mused, wrapping his arms around hers so she couldn't occupy herself with the shopping any more.
          "I can still rupture your testicles from this position," Gina declared.
          "Damn you," Paul laughed and kissed the back of Gina's neck before he let her go. She turned around and they fell into a kiss, hands roaming everywhere. It took only a few seconds for Paul to find himself flat on his back on the kitchen table with Gina on top of him. She was trailing kisses over his bare chest when a loud knock caused them both to jump and Gina nearly slid onto the floor.
          "Ignore it," Paul gasped.
          "I can't, it’s Dan," Gina panted as she got to her feet and started to quickly neaten herself up.
          "Dan? What's he doing here?" Paul asked as he reluctantly started buttoning his shirt.
          "He's come to watch the footy. We always watch it together," Gina shrugged as she used the microwave as a mirror.
          "Footy," Paul groaned.
          "Yeah, you know bunch of blokes run around a field with a ball," Gina chided as she hurried out of the room to answer the door.
          "I hate football," Paul grumbled and then noticed his pouting face in the reflection of the microwave door and stalked into the living room.

          "You haven't even got your gear on," Danny declared as he dropped a six pack of beer on the coffee table. His red and white Swans guernsey, scarf and beanie looking almost out of place in Gina's apartment.
          "Sorry, I had to go shopping," Gina breathed, hoping he wasn't looking at her flushed cheeks.
          "Footy!" Paul groused appearing from the kitchen.
          "And I've been a tad distracted," she added sheepishly. "Dan I'd like you to meet my lover Paul McDermott, Paul this is my friend and colleague Danny Brannigan."
          "Hi," Paul breathed extending his hand.
          "You're a brave man," Danny smiled as they shook hands. "So, are we watching this game or what?"
          "Hey, get the TV warmed up and I'll get my gear," Gina perked as she grabbed Paul's hand and dragged him into her bedroom.
          "Why didn't you tell me?" he wailed.
          "Tell you what?" Gina asked exasperated as she opened her wardrobe and pulled out a hanger with an Adelaide Crows guernsey, scarf and beanie on it.
          "That you liked bloody football!"
          "I never got around to it," Gina replied as she removed her shirt and grabbed her guernsey. "I didn't want you thinking I was a Crows fan because of your cousin. Which is what you would have thought had I just come out with it."
          Paul let out a long sigh, she was right of course. Had she gushed about how fabulous her football team were when they'd first met he would have thought it was because his cousin Chris had been captain for a while. "Fair enough, what about him though, Dan, is he going to be making regular appearances around here?"
          "Christ McDermott, you're not still jealous."
          "Jealous? Have you ever looked at him? He's like a fucking demi-sex god."
          "He's my friend," Gina exclaimed. "And I'm fucking you so I'm not seeing a problem."
          "Not seeing a problem," Paul huffed. "You're like a big red, navy and yellow lollypop," he added flicking the pompom on her beanie.
          "Oh, so it's ok for you to have hobbies and interests but not me huh?" Gina scorned.
          "Not when they involve you getting over excited with sex gods and wearing stupid clothing."
          "You fucking hypocrite!" Gina snapped and stormed out of the room. She sat heavily on the couch along from Danny and glared at the television. Paul stalked past and slammed the door as he left.
          "For my sake I hope my team looses," Danny breathed, taking a sip of his beer.

          By the time Paul got back to his apartment his anger had abated and he couldn't actually remember why he'd been so angry. He was sure it had less to do with Gina's football infatuation and more that she was actually a well rounded, non-selfish human being who, even though she loved him dearly refused to forgo time with her friends. Not only that but she indulged his passions, cared about his feelings and even went out of her way for him.
          "I'm such a dick," Paul groaned, grabbing hold of the doorframe and unceremoniously smacking his head against it. "Stupid, idiotic, small minded, spack head who fucks up anything good that happens to him. By jingo this is starting to hurt," he stopped and rubbed his head. "Why do you do it McDermott?" he announced to the empty room. "Why do you always ruin everything. Do you no want happiness? Are you not allowed some joy in your life? Are you actually so fucking paranoid that you think you're not good enough for her?" Paul fell onto the couch and let out a frustrated yell. The problem now wasn't so much why he'd done it as much as how he planned to fix it.

          "Oh come on, your team is ritually thrashing us and you've barely given a cheer," Danny announced, looking at Gina who was slumped miserably at her end of the couch.
          "I can't believe he was such a hypocrite," Gina huffed.
          "Fine, Paul's an arsehole can we move on?"
          "I can't," Gina sighed. "We've had out first fight and I feel bad."
          "But he was at fault."
          "I can still pine thankyou."
          "Oh for fucks sake," Danny groaned, grabbing another beer and slipping it into his Swans stubbie holder. "Can't you call him or something?"
          "But he was at fault, he's the one that should call."
          "Maybe he was devastated and threw himself off the Harbour Bridge."
          "Don't be horrible," Gina cussed and belted Danny's arm.
          "Well if it’s a toss up between that and trying to understand your logic I know what I'd choose."
          "I'm so glad your team captain got a season ending knee injury," Gina pouted.
          "Oh shut up," Danny grumbled. "And you think you're having a bad day."
          Gina was about to argue when there was a knock at the door. She felt her heart start to beat a little faster and her mouth started to dry.
          "Are you going to get that?" Danny asked, as there was another knock.
          "Of course I am," Gina replied as she got to her feet and gathered her composure. She tried to walk casually to the door and pretended not to care as she opened it.
          "GO CROWS!" Paul grinned as he stood there in a red, navy and yellow beanie and scarf. He had a football under one arm, a singing Crows teddy bear under the other and a plastic bag hanging in one hand.
          "Paul," Gina gasped.
          "Whaddya think? Do I pass as a football hooligan?"
          "Idiot," she giggled, dragging him in by his scarf.
          "I'm sorry I was a hypocritical bastard. You're the first woman I've even dated who hasn't tried to change me or faked interest in anything I do. You care about me; you actually give a damn about the things that matter to me. So it's only right that I take an interest in things that matter to you and if it means I have to dress like this and chant drunken football songs once a week then so be it," Paul declared. "You don't hate me now and plan to dump me do you?"
          "You are so unbelievably adorable," Gina smiled as she pulled him closer by his scarf and brought her lips to his. Paul dropped the football, which rolled across the room and the teddy which started up a chorus of We're the Pride of South Australia and wrapped his arms tightly around her.
          "Please tell me you're not going to do that for long, there's still a half to go," Danny groaned.
          "Get stuffed," Gina and Paul announced together.
          "I like making up," Paul mused. "Oh, I bought you an 'I'm sorry I'm a fuckwit present," he added and handed Gina the plastic bag.
          "Paul," she gasped realising it was a bag from the shoe shop she'd been looking at earlier. Gina peeked inside and saw he'd bought the boots she'd been looking at. "You shouldn't have done that."
          "Well if you don't want them I'll take 'em back."
          "I never said I didn't want them," Gina smiled and hugged him tightly. "Just that you shouldn't have." They started kissing again and Danny let out an audible groan.
          "Game’s starting," he announced. Gina led Paul to the couch and sat herself between to the two men. Danny looked at them both and cringed. "Great, now I'll cop flack from both of you."
          "Are we winning?" Paul asked, realising that even though he was dressed as a supporter he'd not actually seen the score.
          "We're trouncing the Swans," Gina perked.
          "Ha!" Paul cackled. "GO CROWS!"
          "I hate you both," Danny pouted as he passed Paul a beer and grabbed another for himself.

          By the end of the match Paul and Danny had consumed enough beer between them to make a lesser man's liver fail and The Crows had wiped the oval with the Swans. (Not that Gina and Paul had noticed much of the half of football and had spent more time necking and playing tonsil tennis much to Danny's disgust.)
          "You can stop doing a victory dance now," Danny scorned as Paul and Gina were making as much effort as possible to rub it in about his teams pathetic loss.
          "Your team are a bunch of pussies mate," Paul cackled. "Our team kicked your arse."
          "You're only being supportive because of her," Danny pouted.
          "Well if I was fucking you I'd probably be supportive of your team," Paul shrugged and fell back onto the couch. "What do you think Danny boy?"
          "I think you're both not allowed to drink any more," Gina chided.
          "I'm going home," Danny announced. "I'll leave you two to wallow in your glory."
          "Good," Paul ginned, stretching out along the couch.
          "Prick," Danny mumbled as Gina saw him out. She returned smiling giddily and almost skipped across the room to Paul.
          "Did you enjoy that?" she asked, climbing over him and cramming herself between Paul and the back of the couch.
          "Yes actually, there's something quite therapeutic about screaming abuse at the television."
          "And did you like Danny?"
          "He was fun to hassle," Paul grinned. "And before you ask, the beanie kept my head nice and warm."
          "So, you're not going to crack a tanti next time Dan comes over to watch the game?" Gina asked.
          "No, I'll be warm and accepting and steal all his beer," Paul breathed. "So, do you have any other hobbies or interests I should be concerned about?"
          "I don't know," Gina sighed. "What's your view on sadomasochism?" Paul's eyes went wide and he tried to move but fell off the couch. "Was that a good or bad reaction?"
          "Well, I don't mind the pain that's now cursing through my arse," Paul chided from the floor.