Author’s Notes: Never tried this before. Hope it works. Thanks to Patty for not only the beta but the encouragement. PS: This recipe really is very good. (Oh my!)
"We’re going to be late!"
"Don’t whine. This doesn’t take long to make."
"I thought you couldn’t cook!"
"No. I said I didn’t cook. But I can. And, I always make my special Orange Ginger Cranberry sauce for Thanksgiving dinner."
"What’s wrong with canned?"
"Clayton Webb! I’m shocked at you! You of the Everest Room? Mr. Pheasant under Glass? Canned cranberry sauce? Ewwwwwwww!"
"Hey! What can I say? It’s fascinating stuff. It just sits there and jiggles. I bet AJ likes the canned stuff!"
"Which AJ?"
"AJ Roberts. I assume he’s the only AJ who’s going to be there. Sarah? You said it was just going to be you, me, the Roberts, and Harm and Catherine."
"Well..."
"Ah maaaaaaaaan. I have to be nice to big AJ, too? Why did mother have to go to Europe?"
"Good heavens, you want some cheese with that whine?"
"Oh don’t look at me like that. I’m sorry. It’ll be fine."
"Great! Now sighing-spy."
"Sarah?"
"Here! At least taste it."
"That’s okay, I’m sure it will…"
"Clay! Taste!"
"Okay, okay! Sheesh. Hey, not bad. Ouch!"
"Oops. It got on your chin."
"That’s hot! Give me a napkin."
"Hold still. I’ll get it."
"Wha…? Mmmm. Nice. I think my mouth is a bit.... Oh yeah. Mmmmm. Hey. What are you doing?"
"I got some on your shirt. I have to get Stain Stick™ on it before it sets."
"Uhm…did it seep through to my tee shirt?"
"Yep. And I know how fussy you are about your clothes."
"Jesus! Sarah! Wha…what are you doing with that spoon?"
"Hush. I want to try something."
"I’m going to get all sticky!"
"Yes, you are, so we should get rid of the slacks."
"Oh, God! Sarah! You’ve got the most incredible tongue. Oh, yeah. Lower."
"You like my special cranberry sauce, Clay?"
"Like it? Love it. Love you. Please, Sarah."
"You’re so hard. I wonder what this will taste like. May I?"
"Oh, damn!"
"May I taste you?"
"God! Oh, Sarah. Oh, baby. So good. You’re so beautiful. Yeah! Just like that. Your hair is so soft. I love touching you like this. Harder, baby. Oh, lord! You…you… DAMN!"
"Uhm….very tasty."
"C’mere, woman"
"We’ll be late."
"We have plenty of time. It’s my turn to taste you."
"I have to stir the sauce."
"I’ll stir it while you strip for me."
"Clean spoon!"
"Of course. No. Stay here. The table is cleared off."
"Clay? Put the spoon down."
"My turn."
"Ooooooo. Hot.
"Damn right you are. Oops… is that a cranberry sticking up there?"
"Clay! Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh."
"Ooops! My mistake. But it’s such a tasty little morsel. Here, let me clean that up. Dear Lord, you’re purring. You like that? Your navel is full of this stuff. What a mess you are."
"Lower, Clay. Please."
"Please, what? Tell me what you want me to do to you. Say it."
"Please, Clay. I need you to… to… to…please, lick me, eat me, Clay."
"Well…. You seem to think this stuff compliments any meal. Mmmmmmm. Oh, yeah. I could definitely get to like your special sauce."
"Don’t tease me. I need you. Oh, yeah. Right there! Yes! Yes! Yeeeeessssss!"
"What you do to me. Please, may I make love to you, Sarah?"
"In me, now! Oh, Sweet Goddess! Harder! Faster! Deeper!"
"I can’t get enough of you. I can’t believe how you can do this to me."
"So…you…like…my…oh…oh…oh yeah. Almost there. Oh, Clay!"
"Come for me, Sarah Oh baby, so beautiful. So…damn…oh yeah. Sarah!!!!!"
"Claaaaayyyyyyyyy!"
"Yes."
"Oh, gosh. Oh, my. Oh, I love you."
"I love you, too. We’ve got to shower."
"Good thing you keep a change of clothes here."
"Well, I hope someone brings canned cranberry sauce."
"I thought you liked mine."
"Sarah! You can’t…not that…I mean…not after…you know."
"Hush, silly. I made the batch I’m taking yesterday so it could chill."
"Then what was…You’re a devious, perverted woman, Colonel MacKenzie!"
"And don’t you forget it, Agent Webb!"
"Well, I bet I’m better than you are."
"At what? Perverted deviousness? I don’t doubt it a bit."
"Nope. Not that. I bet when we sit down to Thanksgiving dinner, and Harm passes one of us the cranberry sauce, you blush!"
"Oh, yeah? And you won’t?"
"Nope."
"Prize?"
"Winner gets to tie the loser down and lick the rest of this stuff off any place they want!"
"Bet!"