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December 4 2005

(Last night continued)

Fleur jumped out of bed, dancing naked around us in the candlelight, laughing and bouncing (all of
her...y'know, bouncing! *giggle*)

I couldn't help myself and I broke out in a grin, even seeing the wetness still on her cheeks and wiping at my
own.

She hugged her arms around herself and suddenly stopped and pointed at me. "I knew it! You're one of them!
You're a honeybee! That is SO absolutely cool!"

She spun around and then giggled. "And you're so goddamned CUTE! Do you know that? I wanted to pick you
up and hug you to me and just squeeze you so tight I'd likely squeeze your insides out!"

She continued to point at me, accusingly with a wide grin.

"I knew there was something different about you. You could always smell the fresh baked sweets clear across
the store from the bakery. Or fresh fruit! You knew which fruits were the best, every single time. And you
could always smell those too, the moment we entered the grocery store! Anything sugar you could smell. I just
thought it was sweet - no pun intended!"

She continued laughing and saying in a sing song voice, "You're a honeybee. A real honeybee! A honeybee!"

I found myself rocking my head back and forth humming with her and a song broke out from my lips unbidden.

(For the life of me I cannot remember the words but they were amazing. I'm going to try and see what I can do
about remembering them, though. If I do, I'll put them down here. It was something about "butterfly wings and
soft sweet stings." Stuff like that. It was very haunting.)

It was near the end that I realized that Fleur was no longer humming or singing with me. She was staring.

At Johnathon.

His eyes were closed as he hummed along and every once in a while he sang a few words along with me.

But there's something about Johnathon you need to know.

You see, he's a genius. He can do so many things. A true genius in many ways.

But he can't carry a tune in a bucket.

He was singing.

And it was beautiful.

As I let the end of the song fade, Johnathon's voice faded out, too. After a moment of silence he opened his
eyes and saw us staring.

"What?"

We both grinned. "That was awesome, Jon!" from Fleur.

He nodded. "That song was beautiful, Danny. Thank you."

Fleur and I looked at each other and then back to Johnathon. "No, we were talking about you. Your singing
was beautiful."

"What singing? You're teasing me. You know I can't sing."

I looked at Fleur again and back. "But, you were just singing."

He shook his head. "I was listening to you sing, Danny. I wasn't singing."

Fleur raised an eyebrow and then hummed the theme to the Twilight Zone.

I giggled and scooted over in the bed, putting my head on his chest, snuggling. "Riiiiight. You can't sing. Not a
note."

Fleur slid in next to us and pressed her body close to me, her breasts against my back. She was very warm,
and very soft.

Butterfly touches began to move down my back from Fleur and softly across my face from Johnathon as he
tilted my head up to meet his...