Warning: ADULT CONTENT

He did feel better. Stepping out of the shower into the steam-filled bathroom, he found a note carefully placed for his discovery. "Put this on and feel your way." Beside the familiar cursive handwriting, he found a blindfold. His condition took a spiral upward.

Never one to spoil the game, he dried himself, wrapped a towel around his waist, and applied the blindfold. Stepping carefully into his bedroom, he announced, "Okay, I'm here. Did I make a mistake not bringing a weapon?"

Warm hands stroked his chest and slid down to dip lightly beneath the edge of his towel. "Oh, you have a weapon, all right," she whispered into his mouth, "and I guarantee you'll need it."

He moved to hold her, only to have his hand clasped in hers. Backing onto the bed, she teased, "This is a test of those so-called *superior* skills of observation you were braggin' about, smarty pants."

"I'm not wearing pants."

"The lucky for me."

Still blindfolded and now intrigued, he followed her body onto the bed. "Do your worst, lady."

"What do you smell?" Savannah ran her tongue lightly up his neck to tickle his ear.

"You. Do I pass?" Kermit leaned forward only to be stopped by a delicate hand in the middle of his chest.

"Besides me, dear boy." She grinned at his impatience. Feeling it pounding beneath her hand and pressing into her leg.

*She's not kidding....* He hesitated and breathed in the air around him. Sweet. Honey? Sugar? "Gummi bears!" He couldn't help but laugh.

"Find 'em, smart guy." Stretching out wantonly before him, she stopped his hand before he could remove the blindfold. "No cheatin'. Find them all or no...well, you'd better get to work."

Crawling on top of her, Kermit straddled her hips and held himself over her. Finding her still fully dressed. "Well, let me think," he slid his hand into the pocket of her jeans. Teasing her hipbone and finding the first bear. Popping it into his mouth then lowering that mouth onto hers. Playfully fighting for possession of the candy.

"Ummm....thanks," she moaned at her victory and swallowed her treat. "One down, nine to go." Longing to feel his powerful thighs against her flesh, she unzipped her jeans and wriggled free. *Won't be needing those anymore,* she thought happily.

Still absorbed in the sensation of her mouth touching his, Kermit ran his tongue slowly around her soft lips. Seeing them in his mind as she tasted him in return. Finding that the heavy sweetness aroused him even more.

Savannah stretched her arms languidly over her head. Arching her body into his. Turning her head sideways, she giggled into his ear, "You're getting sidetracked, Detective. Nine more until...." She pushed her hips upward and rocked against his crotch, just to make the point.

Enhaling sharply, he caught the scent again. Right up under his nose. Trailing his tongue down her chin and neck, he found gummi number two in the inviting dip at the base of her throat. "Eight more," he whispered, sucking the candy in and tracing light circles around her neck. Smiling as he felt the rhythmic hum building inside her.

As his chest brushed over hers, he felt three and four. Chuckling softly as he slid down the zipper of her sweatshirt front, he said, "Rather obvious, my dear."

Gasping at the feel of air and hands brushing her skin, she replied, "Didn't want to make you work too hard...you have been sick...mmmmmmmm...."

Kermit's hands roamed across the lace fabric of her bra. Even though he couldn't see it, he knew it to be the white lace. His favorite. Gently, he pushed one finger under the strap. Just above the swell of her chest. Sliding up and down with the gentle rise and fall of her breathing. Finally, he leaned down to shove the strap off her shoulder with his tongue.

"You *know* I'm partial to this one. Let me have a look," he poured hotly into her ear. Stroking the fabric over her breast with one finger.

In between gasps, Savannah held him to the requirements of the game. "After that comment about my slip showing when we first met...I'd think....you'd seen...enough. You know....the rules."

"God...you're a hard woman." Quickly he grabbed the clasp cradled in her cleavage - one of the reasons this was his favorite piece of lingerie - and uncovered his next prizes. Drawing each nipple into his mouth with painstaking slowness, he retrieved the candy. Sucking her into vibrating moans as he held each breast in his mouth. Dripping the dissolving candy over her nipple and licking it clean.

She was beginning to rethink the little 'game'. It was meant to drive HIM crazy but what was happening was the reverse. Frantically, she ran her nails up and down his back. Urging him onward. He was still straddling her hips. His swollen rod brushing against her crotch. Slightly. Drawing her upward, then backing away. *He's doin' that on purpose. Just wait, Kermie.*

Proceeding down the most likely path, his eager mouth kissed a luxurious trail down her velvet skin to her navel. Encountering number five, Kermit gobbled the bear into his mouth, delighting as she jumped and writhed at his touch. Digging his hands under her back, he found his wife's tender spot. A two inch circle at the base of her spine.

"Ooooooo...." came the response.

*Works every time,* gloated the detective, reveling in his expertise. For something that was supposed to he HIS get well gift, Mrs. Griffin was benefiting in spades. *Well,* he mused as he discovered number six held just above the cleavage of her bottom in the band of her panties, *she did take good care of us all day long.* Hed get his turn.

Returning his attention to the search, he brushed his face across the lace fabric of her panties. Smiling at the discovery. Gently, he slid his fingers beneath the ribbon edge peeled them down as her hips rocked to assist. Numbers seven and eight graced the hollows just inside her hipbones.

Groaning with desperation at the burning between her legs, she tangled her hands in his hair. Pushing him downward.

*Hmmm...must be this way.* The thought of her next erotic hiding place sent an unexpected wave of pleasure surging through his veins. In direct opposition to his previous snail's pace down her body, he firmly grasped the round halves of her bottom in both hands and drove his tongue through the folds of her pulsing sex and into her body. Finding prize number nine and lapping her into a violent orgasm.

*It's always those ladylike ones you have to watch,* Kermit laughed to himself at her brazen behavior. With his wife sufficiently immobilized, he forced off the blindfold and climbed up to lay beside her as she sucked in heaving breath after breath. "I give up," he calmly announced.

"Give...up...what?" Savannah struggle for enough air to form the words.

Cupping one breast and resting his face against her hot flesh, he answered, "Where's number ten?"

Wordlessly, she shoved him over onto his back and held open her palm to reveal prize number ten. Twirling the bright green candy before him, she walked her fingers down to his towel. A towel miraculously still in place. Peeling away the fabric, she traced the length of his penis lightly with her hand. Now, it was his turn to gasp for breath. "I don't...get it, Scarlett. I...thought I...had to find them all...." His hips pushed upward. Grinding into her hand.

As she moved down to his waist, she answered, "Consider it a freebie, love." With the gummi bear held between two fingers, she rubbed it mercilessly over his rock hard erection. Delighting in her revenge. *But, he has been sick....* she thought and showed her compassion by sticking the candy to the end of his penis and enveloping his length quickly in her mouth.

The contrast of her burning mouth and the cool air of the room sent a shock wave through his body. The heat of her mouth seared him. Hotter than ever before. He grabbed handfuls of sheets and moaned out loud as she sucked the pleasure from the depths of his being. Increasing the sensation with a gentle hum she vibrated over his throbbing cock.

When he was nearly at the brink of blindness, she straddled his crotch and clamped down over him. Grinding and rocking. Kermit reached forward to entwine his fingers with hers. Both pushing harder and harder for the friction they craved. Finally being overcome with the brilliant flash of climax. Contracting and pulsing in sync with familiar rhythms.

Savannah collapsed over him. Resting cheek to cheek. Exhausted. "It's soooo...hot in here."

Grinning unwholesomely, Kermit stroked her sweat-soaked face. "And who's fault is that?" He had started to cool down but her skin was still red hot. Placing his palm firmly against her forehead, he confirmed his suspicions. "Scarlett, you have a fever."

"No, I don't. I don't get sick." The words were forceful but the body was betraying her with every climbing degree.

"Yes, you do."

"No...ah...I...ah...don't...Ahhh-CHEW!" She jerked, sending a less than erotic sneeze into the air.

Getting quickly out of bed, Kermit covered her and went for the drugs. When he returned with the capsules and orange juice, Savannah reluctantly accepted. "I'll take these...but I'm NOT sick."

"What a lousy patient. Must be contagious," he quipped, turning to place the empty glass on the nightstand. When he returned to climb back into bed, he found her already asleep.

Gently, he brushed her hair away from her face so that she could rest comfortably, and whispered, "I love you and I'll start planning your get well gift right now."

*****

Sweat...blood...pain! Oh, God, I can't take it....SLAP! Help me, Paul!

The rope is cutting. Try to shift. Take off the pressure for just a minute. God, just one second. Shut up!! Fuck you, Charlie! SLAP! I'm dying. Don't let me die here. I won't die here. Can't die here. Just make it stop.

Lights blinding me. Please let it be dark. Just once...SHUT UP!! Stop that sound. Pounding...in my head. No! I won't answer. Leave me alone! SLAP! Can't see...Our Father who art....Please stop...I'll do it...just stop...anything....

*****

With a jerk, Kermit Griffin sat bolt upright. In the dark. Blessed darkness. For a moment, he sighed with relief. Who had finally shut off the lights? Under his hands, he felt cool sheets. Softness. Comfort. *Oh, God...another hallucination.* They happened all the time. When the pain was too much, his mind would put him in some semblance of 'the world', as the G.I.'s called home. *It won't last.*

Kermit closed his eyes and waited for the stench and pain to flood back into his body. But he wasn't in pain. Wasn't cold. Wasn't hungry. He even felt clean. *God...I haven't been clean in weeks.*

Looking to his left, he saw a blonde woman sleeping next to him. The pale blue sheets were open and he could see her bare back. Long hair tangled over the pillow. He touched her. *She's hot. Real. Savannah.* Savannah. The name kept repeating in his mind. Was she real? He touched her again.

'You have a fever. No, I don't.' *Did she say that to me?*

A shrill cry pierced the night. *That's real! Kat!* He WAS here. In his bed, beside his wife. *She has the flu now.* It was HIS daughter squalling for a drink of water in the next room.

The VC only existed now in nightmares. They were gone. In the past. Kermit Griffin was here. Alive and well. The victor.

Blessing the darkness and peeling off his companion demons with each passing second, he climbed out of bed and headed for Kat's bedroom.

The End

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