"Charlie, were you waiting for me?" Darcy said as she walked into the bedroom.

"Yeah." Charlie said, looking at her and crossing his feminine legs. "I hoped you'd like the outfit."

"Oh I do!" She said with a grin. She walked toward him arms open and he stood up, embracing her. She laughed as she held him.

"God, you are so fucking cute!" She said. "I would have killed to have my legs look like that, you know? Literally killed. You look great."

"Wow, thanks!" He said, a bit surprised. "You really like it, huh?"

"Yes!" She said with a laugh. "Or, were you expecting a different reaction?"

"Uh..."

"Oh." She said, now a big grin on her face. "You were hoping to hear me say it looks sexy, right?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess I did."

"Uh huh." She took a couple of steps back, looking him up and down.

"Well," she said. "The thing is, cute can be very sexy. It's just not an explosive passion that you might be expecting. No, it's a buildup, but when it does build up, it makes any sex done in a moment of lust seem like cheap pity sex in comparison. So, why don't we go get dinner, you keep being cute, and by tonight I think you'll know exactly what I'm mean!"