DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em. Willing, ready and able to stage a coup.

NOTES: Basically a little drabble while I should be working on several other things, but it occurred to me and it won't go away. Oh and to all the ladies out there… there is a definite element of facetiousness here, but the issue isan important one. If you aren't doing this yourself, find someone to help you! (It is more fun that way)


Jordan's eyes were closed, her breathing shallower than normal and delightful shivers ran through her body. She sighed deeply. "Mmm… that's … ahhhh… yeah." And then the sensations stopped. Well, not stopped exactly. There were still sensations, but they were decidedly more… clinical? Studious?

She opened her eyes and peered down at Woody who was, at least to appearances, still engrossed with her left breast. "Um… Woods?"

He grunted.

"What're you doing?"

He flashed her a grin. "I have to explain it?"

"Well… I guess… yeah. I mean, a minute ago you were… I mean… and now…."

He gave her a look that dared her to complain.

She blushed slightly. "Not that I – Not that it's bad, but … well… it's not really the same. And – um – before it was… really … really… not something I wanted you to stop."

"Oh, come on, Jor. I know you do this every month, right?"

"Do what?"

"Those –what do they call 'em? – the monthly self exams."

"Woody!" She swatted his hand away. "Yes, I do them. I mean, yeah, I'm a doctor, I know how important they are and…."

His smile threatened to split his face open. "Well, then, Doctor, I'm sure you know they say a second opinion is always valuable."

It took Jordan a moment, but then she burst out laughing and snuggled herself more closely to him. "All right, Woody. From now on, you can help me do my monthly breast exams."

He arched one eyebrow and made a face of disappointment. "Monthly?"

She rolled him over and straddled him. "Monthly, Farm Boy." Her lips dipped down and touched his briefly. "Weekly, if you're lucky."

He reached a hand up and caressed her, softly, teasingly, brushing one finger over her taut nipple and watching as her eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.

"Weekly?" Woody murmured before sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth.

She moaned. "Okay, okay," she gave in breathlessly. "Daily, hourly…whatever."

He suckled more deeply, his tongue washing over her.

"Just don't stop!" She admonished.

Well, after all, a second opinion can be quite valuable.