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Brain still in a great place, Stephen quickly made his way over to Serena on the bean bag chair, looking for all the world like a tanned, brunette version of the focus in that famous painting, The Birth of Aphrodite. As his brain was fed that little piece of nonsense to consider, Stephen moved onwards. "Well, I really would like to see the rest..." Stephen took hold of the charcoal fabric of her skirt and pulled it away, knocking her heels off in the process. He quickly laid down beside her on Linda's so-called 'favorite' bean-bag chair, removing his own shirt and waistcoat (in the process knocking his bowler hat off). The bowler rolled across the top of the beanbag chair, precariously close to landing on the floor before, in the perfect moment of poetic irony, it landed atop Serena's head.

Wrapping his arms around Serena, experiencing a victory he had waited a long time coming for, he smiled. "Well don't that just beat all," he said, looking down to examine the rest of her tattoo before moving back up to kiss her on the lips, giving her a little tongue in the process.