Disclaimer: I own nothing, and only borrowed the characters for a little while.

James Langton sat in a large overstuffed chair brooding as he contemplated the sight before him.

"What?" asked Anna Travis self-consciously, tilting her head from where she poured them both a strong drink.

"What?" he retorted. "A man can't look at his woman without getting the third degree?"

Anna crossed the room. "He will if he refers to women like his property," she replied mildly.

Offering him a glass and preparing to move away, she stilled when she felt his hand gently grip her wrist. She didn't protest when he tugged her into his lap.

She was surprised when he removed her drink and placed them both on the table beside them. Running her fingers through his hair, she spoke softly. "What's gotten into you?"

He snorted in reply as he turned to face her once again. "Frankly, I have no idea."

One of his hands slipped under her shit to rest on her back, the other resting on her upper thigh as he continued to moodily look at her.

Anna lightly traced the features of his face, feeling slightly self-conscious.

Silence fell between them, before it was James who broke it.

"How did I get so lucky?"

Anna clasped his check. "I have no idea."

He too smiled as his hands shifted and he tugged at her legs to straddle him and bring her closer. She didn't object as his lips reached up for hers and she closed the gap.

No more words were spoken for some time.

Finito.