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The moving van arrived at Julia's house late the next morning. She and Steven watched as the men moved everything he owned into her house. The desk went in the spare bedroom, which was to be his new study. They'd had to compromise on some things, since it wasn't possible to fit everything in one house. And Julia did compromise, a fact which she was rather proud of. Surprisingly enough it had been the easiest decision in the world to ask Steven to move in with her.
Steven unwrapped his antique side-table and placed it beside the marble-topped console table. "See, they do look very good together," he observed.
Julia grinned. "Ah, so you discovered the real reason I asked you to move in. So I could have your table," she teased him.
"And my cat," he added with a grin. Sasha was walking around sniffing the furniture with feline disdain and acting like she owned the place already.
Julia watched her get comfortable on the couch. The process consisted of turning around several times and giving it a tentative scratch. Julia winced. The couch was going to need a protective covering. "Poor Sasha," she commented. "She's only going to have a week to get used to her new home before we leave for Indonesia".
"She'll be fine in the cattery for a couple of weeks," Steven reassured her. He picked up one of his boxes and took it into the bedroom. "I'm going to need a bit more space in the wardrobe," he called out.
Julia pouted. "I already gave you a whole quarter." He appeared in the doorway and just stared at her reproachfully. "Alright, I'll clear out a bit more," she relented. "But a third is as high as I'm willing to go".
She followed him into the bedroom and started pulling clothes out of the wardrobe. "How about you help me decide what to give away, and what to keep?" she suggested.
"I could do that," he said amicably. "But you'll have to model them for me. Starting with this" Steven held up something which looked like a scrap of pink satin trimmed with fake fur.
"Oh god," Julia said in embarrassment, snatching it out of his hands. "Where did you find this?"
Steven just laughed and put his arms around her affectionately. "I love you." He kissed her on the forehead It wasn't the first time he'd said those words but they still made Julia feel weak at the knees. "I love you too," she replied. Then she whacked him on the backside with her satin panties. "Now, get your clothes off the bed," she ordered.