Britney's Revenge

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"That prick, I can't believe he'd do something like this," Britney yelled as she turned the radio off. She was driving back to her LA home with a friend after doing some shopping, when she was greeted with the news that her ex-boyfriend Justin Timberlake had been bragging about having sex with her on a New York radio station. Turning to her friend she asked,"do you think I could him over this?"

"It's true isn't it? He wasn't lying so I doubt you'd have a leg to stand on. You'd just tie up the courts and waste your money on lawyers."

"Well, I can't just let him get away with it. I have to do something. I'd stoop to his level, but it would just make him look even better than he already does now," Britney said exasperated.

"There are more ways to get revenge than dragging someone's name through the mud. You just have to do something that would really piss him off, and then make sure he knows you did it."

"What, like fucking his friends or something?" Britney asked dubiously.

Shrugging, her friend responded "that would be one way. But we both know you'll wind up doing something more vanilla than that. You're just too good a person fuck his friends and then tell him about it. It's shocking that the thought even crossed your mind, let alone that it crossed your mind right off the bat."

"You're right, I'll probably wind up just breaking something he gave me and then sending it back to him. If you were in my shoes what would you do?"

"I'd like to say I'd do something big but when you get down to it, I'm just as soft as you are. So I'd probably have someone kick the crap out of him for me or something."

"There's an idea, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Even after everything, I still love the asshole." They both fell silent for the rest of the drive while Britney stewed over what to do.

A couple days later when she woke up, she was no closer to deciding what to do, just that she was more determined than ever to do something. Getting up she put on a white cotton robe to go make some coffee. While the coffee was brewing, she hopped in the shower with the idea of seducing Justin's friends constantly popping into her head. 'It wouldn't be very hard to do, after all I am Britney Spears,' she thought, feeling the water cascade over her body. She'd seen the way they stared when they thought she wasn't looking. The more she thought about it, the more turned on she became. As the water coursed down her naked body, she slid one hand down to her tit and idly played with the nipple. It started to stiffen under her ministrations as she ran her other hand down her stomach to her pussy. Leaning against the wall of the shower, she spread her legs and began to run her index finger along the length of her labia. Slipping a finger inside, she bucked her hips as the heel of her hand made contact with her aroused clit. Pulling her finger back out of her pussy she went to work on her clit. Rubbing furiously, she felt herself start to build towards a climax. The water hitting her skin set off sparks in her pleasure overloaded brain. Shaking, her orgasm hit and her knees buckled, forcing her to sit on the floor of the shower. She must have even blacked out, because when she opened her eyes the water was starting to run cold and her legs were stiff from the awkward position.

Coming downstairs in her robe, she poured herself a cup of coffee and decided that she'd do it. Getting up, she went over to the phone to call Justin's best friend Tim and invite him out to LA. Having set the wheels of her plan in motion, she decided to go for a workout. Heading upstairs, she couldn't help but to smile thinking of the fun that lay ahead of her.

That Friday as she drove to the airport to pick Tim up, her mind was buzzing about the possibilities. Seeing him get off the plane, she gave him a big hug and they made small talk as they made their way to the car.

Back in the car Tim asked, "so, what's the real reason you invited me out here? We're friends, but really only because of Justin. Don't get me wrong, getting to fly to LA and spend a few days in the glamour capital with THE Britney Spears is great. But, if it's just you wanting to hang out with me, you would've done so a lot earlier."

"I consider you a friend Tim, and I like to hang out with my friends. But you're right, I do have an ulterior motive. I was hoping that maybe you'd be willing to talk to Justin and see if you could get him to stop talking about our sex life in public."

"I can talk to him, but I can't promise anything. You know how he is. He's very stubborn and does whatever he wants to do when he wants to do it."

"That's all I ask. Now that that's out of the way, is there anything you'd like to do while you're here?" Britney asked, hiding her grin.

"Well, this is LA, so how about hitting the beach to see if the women are as beautiful and the bikinis as small as everyone says?"

"OK, we can go to my house and change. Then we can hit the beach so you can see the women."

An hour later they were walking along the beach looking for a good spot. When they found one, they laid out their towels and Britney took off her tank top and jean shorts to reveal a red bikini.

"Up for a swim?" Britney asked Tim as she started backing toward the water.

"No, I think I'll sit here and work on my tan for a moment."

"You mean you'll sit there and gawk at the women don't you?" Britney teased.

"Tan, gawk, they mean the same thing to a man," Tim pointed out and they both laughed. Britney turned and headed for the water, feeling Tim's eyes glued to her ass the whole way.

After a few minutes, she felt someone splash her back with water. She spun around ready to tell whoever it was where they could stick it, only to discover that Tim had decided to join her after all.

Tim shrugged and said, "you looked lonely out here so I thought I'd keep you company."

She reached down and splashed water in his face as she said "that's nice of you, but you're gonna pay for splashing me."

Rushing at her, he grabbed hold of her and lifted her up out of the water. Screaming, she playfully pounded on his chest, so he dropped her back in the water.

Popping back up, she said "you're gonna die now punk."

Feigning fear, he held his hands out in front of him and said "no, don't, I'm too young to die."

Grinning, she faked a shove only to use her leg to knock his feet out from under him and sent him under the water. "That'll teach you to mess with me," she said when he came back up gasping for air. They went on splashing and dunking each other for another hour or so until they started to get hungry.

They headed back to her house so they could shower and change before going back out in search of some dinner. Tim wanted Chinese, so they wound up at a nice little place Britney knows and settled in for some egg rolls and fried rice.

After they ate it was about nine, so they decided to hit Britney's favorite club for a few drinks and some dancing. By midnight they were both too drunk to drive so they had to call a cab to take them back to Britney's.

Struggling to fit the key in the lock, Britney finally got the door unlocked and staggered to the couch. After flopping down on the couch, she turned on the TV only to discover that she had forgotten to turn off her favorite Jenna Jameson porno. Embarrassed, she hurriedly hit stop and popped the DVD out, but not before Tim had seen several seconds worth.

"Hey, I haven't seen that one yet. But I guess that proves that the rumors about your obsession with lesbian porn are true," he said grinning.

"What's wrong with liking porn?" Britney asked slurring her words. "You obviously love it."

"Absolutely nothing. I never said there was anything wrong with it, I just pointed out that the tabloids were actually right about something. If it were up to me, I'd have everyone be issued a gift basket of porn on their 18th birthday and told not to leave their rooms until they've memorized every scene and picture. So, are you gonna let me watch the video or not?"

"You can watch it if you want, but I'll probably pass out long before it's over," Britney said as she leaned back on the couch next to him.

"You know, you should probably think about going a little easier on the booze next time. Look at me, I drank enough to get a buzz, but not so much that I'm on the verge of passing out. And I still had fun, so it can be done. And I won't even be paying as dearly for that fun as you will."

"If I wanted a lecture, I'd call my mother," she said through her teeth as she hit play. A scene of Jenna Jameson and another woman engaged in a 69 filled the screen as she drifted off to sleep.

By the end of the movie, Britney was snoring so Tim picked her up and carried her to her room. Laying her down on her bed, he took off her shoes and socks and pulled the covers up over her before heading off to the guest room to crash himself.

The next morning Britney woke up to monster hang over. Stumbling down the hall to the kitchen, the smell of coffee hit her. Pouring herself a cup, she noticed Tim sitting at the table reading the paper.

"Morning sleepy head, I was starting to wonder if you were going to rejoin the living anytime soon," he said looking up from the paper.

"How'd I get into my room? Last thing I remember was sitting on the couch."

"Well, after the movie ended you were asleep so I carried you to bed."

"My clothes are still on so you obviously didn't try anything."

Grinning, he said "all I did was carry you to bed. I took off your shoes and socks and tucked you in. Then I left to go sleep in the guest bedroom."

"I was drunk enough last night that I wouldn't have been able to put up much of a defense you know," Britney pointed out.

"I know, but what's the fun in that? It'd be like fucking a corpse. Except a corpse has rigor mortis that makes it a bit more poseable."

Grimacing, she said "that's disgusting, but it's good to know that you have morals. A lot of guys out there would've just fucked me without a second thought." Getting up to pour herself another cup of coffee, she kissed him on the cheek and said, "thanks."

"You can just owe me a blow job then, how bout it?" Tim joked.

She laughed so hard at that that she spit coffee out all over the table. "That all? I figured you'd want everything that you gave up last night, and I know you wouldn't have stopped at a blow job."

"A blow job is sufficient. I wouldn't say 'no' to more, but a blow job is all I really need. Besides, when you return money, the reward is just a portion of the money, not the whole amount. So if you were gonna give me a reward, a blow job would be a percentage of what I turned down."

Looking at him, she noted "you sound like you think you're actually going to get something."

"Actually, I already did," Tim said with a big grin.

"What? You said nothing happened."

"I got a kiss on the cheek, remember? It was like thirty seconds ago. You must still be drunk if you don't remember it."

"Oh," she said, relieved, "that's what you meant. Well, I'm off to the shower." She headed off to the shower, while Tim continued to read the paper that's now covered in coffee.

After her shower, she put on her robe and yelled to Tim that the shower was free if he wanted it. As she was getting dressed, she heard the shower start back up as Tim got in. A few minutes later she was dressed and walking out of her room, when she heard Tim holler that he needed a towel. So she grabbed a towel and opened the door, only to see that he was standing naked in the middle of the bathroom.

"Oops, sorry, here you go," she apologized, turning her head and handing him the towel. "I thought you were still in the shower. I was just going to set the towel on the counter."

Grabbing the towel and wrapping it around his waist, he said "hey, accidents happen. I should have known that you'd have to open the door, I just thought you'd knock first so I could hide behind the door."

Stealing one last glance at his body, she turned and closed the door behind her.

When he came downstairs, she apologized again. "I'm really sorry about that, but I must say that you have nothing to be ashamed about."

"At first I was a little shocked, but then it dawned on me that the most lusted after woman in the world saw me naked. How many men can say that?"

"Not many, but your taking it well. I can only imagine what I would do if the situation were reversed."

"If you feel that bad about it, you could always return the favor. It's only fair. I should get to see you naked since you saw me."

Quickly changing the subject she said, "well, I need to go to the gym. My personal trainer doesn't like it when I miss a workout. I should be back in about a couple hours."

"Better call a cab, because your car is still at the club remember?" "What? Oh, that's right. We were both too drunk to drive and they made us take a cab home. Shit, I'm gonna have to reschedule my workout so I can pick up the car. There's no way I can do both."

"If you want, I can pick up your car and then pick you up at the gym after your workout."

"That would be great. My workout's at 11, so be there by 12. I'll leave word at the desk to let you in if I'm not done by then," she said as she scribbled down directions to the club and to the gym.

After picking up the car, he headed off to the gym to pick up Britney. He had show his ID to the lady at the desk before she would let him in. Finally, she showed him into Britney's workout room. Britney waved as he sat down to watch her do some cool down exercises.

"Let me get a shower real quickly to rinse the sweat off and we can go OK?" She asked as she wiped her face with a towel.

"Sure thing. I'll wait here."

She took a quick shower, got dressed, and pulled her hair up into a pony tail. As she walked out of the locker room, she saw him stand and get ready to go.

Once in the car, she said "I'm too tired to anything tight now. How about we get some take out and eat at home relaxing?"

"Sounds good to me. I'm still tired from last night. I haven't been going out much lately so I'm out of practice. Either that or I'm getting old at 22."

"Yeah, you're a regular senior citizen. Next week you'll be getting fitted for a walker."

"No, I'm too lazy for a walker. I'd go straight to the motorized wheel chair," Tim joked.

"I hear motorized wheel chairs are real babe magnets. Soup it up with lots of chrome and a rear spoiler, and you'd have to beat the old ladies off with a stick."

Hey, grannies know what they want. Besides, most of them have lost their teeth so you don't have to worry about biting."

"Now there's a pleasant image. I think we've gone as far with this topic as we can, so I'm just going to end it."

"I could go further, but I think what you meant to say is that we've gone as far as good taste allows."

"Yeah, so shut up and be good," she told him with faux seriousness. They pull up to her house a little while later with Taco Bell for lunch. Sitting down on the couch, they turned on the TV and settled in to eat their burritos.

Getting up, Tim grabs the food wrappers to throw them away and asked "mind if I take a swim in the pool?"

"No, go right ahead. I might even join you in a bit."

"OK, well I'm gonna swim some laps," he said as he headed off to change into some shorts.

Tim was in the middle of his third lap when he heard a splash. Looking up, he saw Britney standing in the pool wearing a blue bikini.

"Let's race. I bet I can beat you," she said.

"Sure, wait until I've already tired myself out."

"That's why I think I can beat you," she pointed out.

"OK then, what's the bet?" He asked, intrigued. "Do I get to see you naked if I win?"

"Only if you become my butler for the rest of your stay."

"So, cooking and cleaning? I can do that."

"No, anything I say, no matter what it is. I guess it's more of a slave thing than butler, but you get the point."

"That should be worth a blow job then," he argued.

"OK, a blow job if you become a naked slave then."

Tim contemplated the proposal, not sure if he wanted to have to do everything naked. Finally, the possibility of a blow job tipped the scale in favor of the deal. "Deal," he said extending his hand and they shook on it.

"OK, from one of the pool to the other and back again. First one back wins. I've got an egg timer, when it dings it's time to go," she said, running back into the house to get thetimer.

When she returned, she set the timer and they lined up. At the ding they both took off. By the end of the first leg she was slightly ahead, but Tim slowly pulled ahead and won by an arm's length.

Getting out of the pool she said, "a bet's a bet, but if it's OK with you I'd like to alter the bet."

"You gonna try to back out of the bet?"

"No, I just want to propose another bet. Make it double or nothing, if you want to call it that."

"I don't need two blow jobs. I only need the one," he said, getting impatient.

"OK, well what if I offered you something even better? Would you consider it then?"

"The only thing better than a blow job is pussy. So if your offering to let me fuck you, then I'd need to hear about this second bet. Otherwise you can save it, because I'm not giving up that blow job for anything else," he said seriously.

Already knowing her answer, but still pretending to weigh the offer she said "how about a game of basketball? Up to five by ones, must win by two. You win and you get to fuck me, I win and the last bet is forgotten."

"This is the last bet, no matter what the outcome is? If I win, you can't decide to back out or try to alter the bet in any way?" When she nodded he continued "and I want free reign to do anything I want. Make it one night to do anything I please with you. From when the game's over until the sun comes up and you have a deal."

"You hold the cards. If I say no then I have to give you the blow job. If I say yes, I still have a chance to clear the bet. I guess I have no choice but to agree," she said holding out her hand to shake on the deal.

Tossing her the ball, he said "we'll make it winners outs, you get the ball first."

Taking the ball, she drove left before stopping and hitting a short jumper.

"Nice shot," Tim called, tossing her the ball back to her at the top of the key.

Dribbling with the ball, she faked the drive to the left again. When he bit, she stopped and hit a long jump shot.

"That's 2-0. Better hurry up and stop me or it'll be over before I can even break a sweat," she taunted him.

"Yeah yeah. You'll be wishing you hadn't said that when I win 5-2," he called back.

She drove left only to have him poke the ball out and grab the loose ball. Now he had the ball and used his size to back her down and make an easy post up lay in to make the score 2-1.

"Now that's not even fair. You keep doing that and I won't have a chance," she complained.

"It's not my fault I'm taller and your arms aren't long enough to reach around and knock the ball out."

Taking the ball at the top of the key, he drove to his right and delivered a hook shot that swished through the net.

"It's all tied up now. And I didn't even have to back you down either."

Tossing him the ball, she said "you're getting pretty cocky and you haven't even taken the lead."

"All in due time my dear, all in due time," he said as he faked the shot. She left her feet to contest the shot, and he drove right by her for the dunk.

"Now that's what I call easy. Do you concede or do you still think you can win?"

"It's only 3-2. I only need you to miss one shot and I'm right back in it."

"Even if I miss, you still need to get the rebound," he pointed out as he took a shot from the free throw line. The ball clanged off the back of the rim and bounced right to Britney. Britney took the ball back to the top of the key, and seeing Tim playing soft defense she pulled up and hit the long jumper that he had just missed.

"We're back to even now, and it seems I have longer range than you."

"That was luck, you couldn't do that again."

Taking the challenge, she launched another shot from the same place. But instead of sitting back, he jumped up and blocked the shot. Tim grabbed the loose ball and took it in for the easy lay up.

"You didn't take the ball back behind the line. It doesn't count," she argued.

"You only have to take the ball back court if it hits the rim. If it doesn't hit the rim then it's a live ball," Tim countered.

Frustrated, but knowing he was right, she conceded the point to make it 4-3.

"Only need one more to win," he taunted her, dribbling the ball.

"Should I drive? Take the long shot? No, I think I'll take the easy, sure thing and back you down. No sense in letting all this work go to waste by missing a shot and then have you run the table to win."

"Gonna take the easy way out huh? Can't beat a girl by actually doing something hard?" She challenged, trying to goad him into a bad shot.

"I'll be honest with you. I could beat you doing something more difficult, but I won't. I'd rather take the easy way out and spend the next several hours enjoying your body, than risk doing something hard and lose everything," he said smugly.

"You still have to get that final basket, so don't count your blessing just yet," she said gritting her teeth.

True to his word, he back her down so he could post her up for the easy shot.

"I'm not going to hold you to the bet. If you want out, the bet is canceled," he said, expecting her to jump at the offer.

"No, if I had won I would've made you follow through. So the least I can do is payoff," she said, faking exasperation.

She led him back into the house and to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, she closed the door and turned to face him. Reaching behind her, she pulled the strings of her bikini top and took it off. Dropping the bikini top to the floor, she heard his breath catch in his throat at the sight of her naked breasts.

"Wanna touch them?" She asked seeing the lust in his eyes.

Tim could only nod as he stepped forward to cup her tits, one in each hand. "They're beautiful," he remarked. "Are they real, or is the rumor about the boob job true?"

"What do you think?" When he shrugged, she supplied the answer, "I got the implants hoping that they wouldn't be a big enough jump for people to notice. But they did, and I couldn't admit to having them done so I had to deny it and say that it was because I was still growing."

"To tell you the truth, I don't really care. All I know is that they're nicely shaped and still have that soft firmness to them."

She pushed him down to sit on the bed, then turned away from him. Hooking her fingers in the waist of her bikini bottoms, she pulled them down to just below her ass. Bending over to give him a great view of her ass, she pushed them down to her ankles and then stepped out of them. While still bent over, she reached back and gave herself a little swat on one butt cheek. Then she brought her hand back to the front to cover her pussy as she turned around. When she was fully facing him, she slowly moved the hand to reveal a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. It was trimmed short, and then shaved into a little strip that ended a quarter inch or so above the top of her pussy. Looking at Tim, she could see the tell tale signs of his arousal: the lust filled eyes, the shallow breathing, and most importantly, the tented material of his shorts. Bending over, her tits hanging down like two ripe grapefruits, she grabbed the waistband of his shorts. He raised his butt so she could pull them off, his cock swinging back to lightly smack his stomach as it was released from it's cocoon.

Dropping his shorts on the floor, she let out a small whistle at the sight of his erect penis. 'It must be a good nine inches,' she thought to herself. Getting on her knees, she grabbed his dick at the base to get a closer look. She started to slowly jerk him off before bending her head down and kissing the tip. Sticking out her tongue, she swiped it across the underside of the head and then licked it from the base to the pee hole at the top. Opening her mouth, she took the head in, sucking and licking it. Slowly pushing her head down to let more in, she started to move her hand up and down on the shaft as well. She dropped her other hand to cup his balls, causing Tim to moan in pleasure. About halfway down the shaft, she felt him hit the back of her throat. Pulling back off his cock, she started to pick up speed while keeping the suction going as much as she could. Feeling him start to rise toward his climax but fighting it, she wet a finger in the saliva running down his shaft and started to rim his asshole. As her finger penetrated his asshole, his last defense was broken down and he groaned as the cum shot out of the tip of his cock and down her throat.

Grinning, she used her tongue to lick her lips and lick up any cum that may have leaked out, "So, how was it? Was it as good as you thought it would be?"

"Where did you learn to do that? Justin said you were good, but that was a major understatement."

"Justin always only wanted to do just enough for me to let him fuck me. He didn't go all out during oral sex, so why should I? Consequently, he never got to find out just how good I could really be."

"In that case, I guess I owe you the best pussy eating you've ever had."

"Oooh, that sounds fun. But it won't be too hard to top Justin's three licks and done approach."

As she laid down on the bed, he moved between her spread legs. Running a finger down from her bellybutton, she giggled that it tickled. When it reached her landing strip, he stopped to run his fingers through her pubic hair. Leaning his head down, he ran the tip of his tongue along her slit from the bottom to the top. Noting how wet she was, he located her clit and flicked his tongue across it drawing a moan from Britney. Using his fingers, he spread her cunt lips and wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked it as hard as he could. This caused Britney to go wild, thrusting her hips up at Tim's mouth. Finally letting go, he went back to flicking her clit with his tongue. While licking her clit, he slid one finger into her wet cunt and started to finger fuck her. This caused Britney to moan and shake her head so hard, her blond hair went all over the place. Clutching the sheets with one hand, she reached down with the other and grabbed the back of his head and forced it into her cunt even tighter. Looking up, the sight of her with her eyes closed, lost in the rapture of the moment, hair in disarray, clutching the bed sheet like it was the only thing keeping her from flying away, and her body flushed with excitement caused him to double his efforts on her cunt. The whole experience, his tongue, his fingers, the fact that she probably shouldn't be doing it, came together in a bright flash. All she could think about was the sensation building in her loins, the all consuming bliss that would soon wash over her young nubile body. Finally, she arched her back, clamped her thighs together around Tim's head, and the world exploded in a mind shattering orgasm.

Gasping for air, she blinked her eyes to clear the stars from her vision. Looking at Tim, she saw him getting in position to penetrate her. The thought that she'd soon have his monster prick inside her freshly eaten pussy caused her to start climbing the peak once again.

Between her legs, Tim positioned himself at her opening and slowly started to push his cock into the pop princesses' snatch. He put just the head in, then pulled back out completely to tease her. Then he pushed the head back again in plus a little bit of the shaft before pulling back out.

"Uhhhh... I need it, come on, please give it to me Tim," she pleaded with a sullen expression on her face.

"What do you need? Tell me what it is that you need so badly," Tim said pushing just the head in again, but this time leaving it there.

"I need to feel you in me, all the way in me," she grunted.

Seeing her start to go nuts over the teasing, he gave her a little more. "Tell me what you need to feel in you. Tell me or you get nothing."

Trying to get away without having to give in, she bucked her hips in an effort to get more of him inside her. When that failed, she screamed "YOUR COCK, I need to feel your cock inside me, I need to feel it splitting me in two."

At that, he hammered it home, feeling it bottom out against her cervix. Feeling the sudden thrust, Britney is immediately sent into another smaller orgasm. As he felt her orgasm start to subside, he pulled out and forcefully slammed it back in forcing her into yet another orgasm.

"Oh god," she yelled as it hit her. "Fuck... me..."

Putting his hands down on either side of her shoulders, he put his weight on his arms and got down to some serious fucking. Her orgasms were coming so fast that couldn't keep track of them. It was like one long orgasm that never seemed to end. Bucking her hips to meet his thrusts and thrashing her head from side to side, she grabbed her tits and started to play with her nipples. Slowing down his thrusts, he pulled his weight off his arms. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her ass off the bed. With her back now arched, he had a slightly different angle and allowed him to take longer thrusts. After she cooled down a bit, he pulled out of her altogether.

"What? Why'd you pull out?" She asked, opening her eyes.

"I want to fuck you doggy style, so be a good girl and get on your hands on knees."

Instantly, she rolled over onto her hands and knees and presented her pussy to be fucked from behind. Getting himself in position, he gave her a playful smack on the ass. Seeing that she liked it, he gave her another one before plunging his prick back into her gooey love canal. Holding onto her hips, he used them as leverage to get extra force on his thrusts. Lowering her head, she moaned into the pillow, feeling his pelvis slap into her ass everytime he thrusted in. One hand clutching the sheets, she reached back with the other to grab his ass and pull him into her even harder.

Feeling his orgasm approaching, he said "oh god, I'm gonna cum." Gritting his teeth, he tried to pull out but her hand only pulled him back into her. Closing his eyes, he tried to think about baseball statistics in an effort to hold off on his orgasm for a few more moments. But almost immediately, he felt her pussy clamp down on his prick pushing him over the edge to shoot his load deep into her womb. He pulled out of her with an obscene pop, their mingled juices flowed out of her cunt to run down her leg. She collapsed on the bed, and he laid down beside her holding her close.

She's so tired, she can barely speak. "Remind me to let you do that again later," she mumbled half asleep already.

"I've still got five hours on the clock," he complained.

"Honey, after a performance like that, you've got all the time in the world. But I need to sleep first. We can do it again in the morning."

Feeling tired himself, he agreed. Curling up together, they drifted off to sleep.