One of my favourite parts of the book i'm reading:

"What is it?" He asked to her puzzled expression as he stood in the buff right in front of her. "You don't think i'm reasonably endowed?"
"You're..." she swallowed, her mouth a little dry after surveying his manhood, "perfectly endowed."
Her puzzled expression wasn't puzzlement at all but rather bewilderment. She had a slightly embarrassing issue that was an elephant in the room, at least for her. How do you tell someone you're a virgin? How do you tell someone you're a virgin after acting like wanton woman hell bent on seducing him?
"What is it?" He asked as he climbed onto the bed next to her, his hand gliding over her bare leg for she was also naked. "You can tell me." It was a half whisper as his lips found her warm neck and began softly kissing the nape.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she enjoyed the tingles of pleasure his lips always brought her. It was hard to concentrate on figuring out just exactly how to confess her secret to him.
Eventually she managed to find enough resistance from within herself to push him away slightly. "I did to tell you something."
Her blue eyes widened as they looked into his passion laced brown eyes. She looked as excited as he was, he noted, but he could see that there was something clearly holding her back. He curbed his urges to pull her on top of him, put on his patient face, and awaited to hear what she had to say.
"I'm a virgin." The words tumbled out fast and all at once.
A smile tugged at his lips. "No..." He said. "I don't believe that."
Her cheeks flushed scarlet red and she wished the ground would swallow her up.
Then his hand was upon her again, caressing her hip, his fingers drawing circles on her skin. He leaned in and kissed her lips and was surprised... Her usual talented, quivering in pleasure, soft lips resembled a teenagers: slightly nervous and unsure.
"Seriously...?" He whispered with his lips half an inch away from hers.
She nodded. She couldn't manage words for the crazy wanting of his lips on hers she was feeling.
With one swift movement he pulled her naked body on top of his and held her close. She wriggled against him, fitting perfectly on top of his muscular body, and rest her head on his chest.
"You don't act like a virgin..." He stated. Her foreplay earlier in the night was...
She heard his heart beat change into a faster rhythm and immediately knew what images had sprung to his mind.
"I said i'm a virgin, not that i'm deprived of all sexual interaction. I just haven't had sex...yet." She raised her head to look at him. "But I want to..." She sat up. Her legs slightly pressing against his rib cages. "I want you inside of me." With a seductive purpose, her hands glided up his smooth chest.
He let out a frustrated groan.
His eyes heavy with need as he watch her hand move up her thigh and over her torso to caress one of her breasts. His hand soon covered hers and helped with the caressing.
"Please take me right now..." Her voice husky as he squeezed gently on the breast that was now solely in his possession.
No longer could he wait, he flipped her on to her back.
"Tell me you want me to make love to you." He ordered. His lips assaulting her chest with feathery light kisses.
She whispered the words he wanted to her and the repeated them louder and louder as he began suckling on her breasts.

Fine.

I've been watching the Pretty Woman lately. This what happens:

Edward: You all right?

Vivian: I'm fine.

Edward: Fine. That's good. Seven "fines" since we left. Could I have another word, please?

Vivian: Asshole! There's a word.

Edward: I think I liked "fine" better.

Always been a fan of the word "fine".