Dylan lay on her bed thinking about the sessions they’d had so far. She knew he hadn’t wanted to do any of them, but after his initial reluctance, he’d given in gracefully. Well… fairly gracefully, anyway.

She’d kept to messy stuff. Hawkes seemed to really enjoy it. But McQueen? Well… he’d been reluctant to put his hands in the huge mound of coldwater paste she’d prepared, claiming it was disgusting. It wasn’t until she’d taken his hands and plunged them in that she realised that was exactly what he’d wanted her to do!

She’d since come to realise it was his way of flirting with her. She may have been ignorant of the world, but she wasn’t unaware of the facts of life, and she’d begun to flirt back. The thought made her smile; she enjoyed her time spent with him. The way his eyes would twinkle when she teased him, and the way he’d never back down if she dared him.

Her favourite had been their first session, the foot painting one. It made her smile to think about it. It hadn’t turned out badly in the end, after she had managed to convince him that whatever happened in that room stayed in that room.

He’d nodded his head. “Compartmentalised.”

They had taken slow steps to start with, but then as their feet got covered in paint and they’d started to slip, they had let go a little more, so that by the time they’d run out of paint there were footprints all over the floor. Hawkes had even picked her up so she could put her feet on the ceiling!

She grinned as she thought about the sight of McQueen, with his arm around Hawkes’ waist, trying to keep his balance and his dignity as they tried to do a three-legged sprint across the paper.

And the memory of trying to explain to them how to do a wheelbarrow, so they could get hand and footprints, made her laugh out loud.

It had begun so well. She’d suggested that a wheelbarrow might be good, only to be met with two blank stares.

”A wheelbarrow?” Hawkes had asked.

“Yes. You know. One of you stands holding the others legs, and that one uses their hands to walk with. You can get some fun prints.”

Seeing their blank looks she’d sighed.

“Ok, look… I’ll show you. Hawkes - you lay on the floor, face down. Like you’re gonna do push-ups. Then I’ll stand here like this,” she’d positioned herself between his feet, “and I pick up your legs.“ She’d bent to show them. “Only you’re too heavy for me, so you’ll have to be me, so to speak!”

Hawkes got up. “Ok,“ he’d said, “you lay on the floor then, and I’ll get your legs.”

She’d lain on the floor like a fool, not thinking, only to find they started putting their painted feet all over her back, all the while laughing!

“Hey guys! That’s not fair!” she’d laughed.

“See, I knew we’d walk all over you! “ McQueen had chuckled.

“Guys!”

“Ok, Ok. “ Hawkes said laughed. “The wheelbarrow thing.”

Next thing she knew, her legs were lifted into the air and she could feel a body pressed close to hers. “You don’t need to be quite so close.“ she’d said, hanging her head down to see whose legs she was talking to. It just had to be him, didn’t it? she’d thought, seeing those pale feet and the black flight suit.

It was a good job he hadn’t been able see her face clearly, because with him so close to her she’d blushed again. Especially when he’d laughed and said, “Are you sure you didn’t find this one in the Karma Sutra?”

She lay on the bed, holding her pillow to her face to drown her laughter. She knew the effect he was having on her. And if that wheelbarrow was anything to go by, she sure knew the effect she had on him!

She was laughing so much she almost didn’t hear the knock at her door.

He stood outside the door and took a deep breath. Did he really want to do this, or was it a huge mistake? He thought about how she looked when she laughed… how easily he made her blush. He smiled. Yes, he wanted to do this very much

He knocked on the door.

Silence. Then he heard, “It’s not locked - come in.”

He pushed open the door.

“Ahem,” he started, feeling a little less sure now he was actually here. “I was wondering if you’d like to come to the Tun with me… for a drink?” he asked.

She simply sat and stared at him. Was she deaf, or was this payback? he wondered.

“The Tun. The Tun Tavern?” he asked again, not sure if she knew what the Tun was. “Would you care to come and have a drink with me?”

“I’m not sure that would be a good idea.” she finally said, her face a vivid red. “I mean, I‘m not really into taverns… but I guess a drink would be nice.”

He smiled. She’s blushing again he thought. She looks real cute when she does that

“Well, I could go get a bottle of something and bring it back.“ he offered. ”That way we could have a drink, and you wouldn’t have to go to the Tun.”

She nodded. “That would be nice. Thank you.”

“Ok. I’ll be right back.”

He headed off, taking deep breaths. That hadn’t gone too badly, he felt. And at least this way no one would get to see him make a fool of himself if he was wrong and she wasn’t interested.

It didn’t take him long to get a bottle of wine, and get back to her quarters. He knocked again and she let him in, smiling shyly. Oh yes, he thought, I was right; she’s as interested in me as I am in her. Good.

He put the bottle down on the desk.

“I brought glasses too.” he grinned, and turned to pour them both a glass of wine.

Carrying it over to where she sat on the bed, he handed her a glass and sat down. Not too close, but close enough to be able to smell the soap she’d used in the shower. He inhaled deeply; boy did she smell good he thought.

“What’s the matter, do I smell?” she asked eyes wide.

He smiled. “As a matter of fact, you do.” At her horrified look, he carried on quickly. “You smell wonderful.”

He reached for her face as she turned away, hiding her embarrassment, and turned her head to look at him. ”I mean it, and now I’m going to kiss you. Is that ok?”

He looked into her eyes, seeing her agreement, and her desire. Bending his head to hers, he lightly brushed her lips with his. God, but she tasted so good

Her eyes opened wide as he flicked his tongue between her lips, but she opened her mouth to him, and he slid into the warm depths of her mouth, kissing her hungrily.

God, it had been so long since he’d last been with a woman. It was ridiculous that his desire should be ignited by a simple kiss Taking her wine from her hand, he put both glasses on the floor before pulling her into his arms, squeezing the breath from her.

For a second she struggled, and he stopped, scared he’d frightened her… that she’d reject him. He was desperate for her to want him as much as he wanted her. Then she relaxed into his arms, and her arms crept around him. Her hands ran up and down his spine, letting loose sensations he hadn’t felt in a long while. He gently pushed her back onto the bed so that she was underneath him, and his kisses began to range over her face and down her neck. He could feel her moving underneath him, stroking his back, her hands finding their way under the soft silk shirt he wore, and stroking his bare flesh. The feeling made him shiver, and he knew then that whatever happened afterwards, tonight she was his.

He began very slowly to unbutton her shirt, until her firm breasts encased in her simple cotton bra were exposed. She shivered as he took her nipples into his mouth one at a time, and she ground her hips against him. He knew she could feel his growing erection, and was delighted with her response.

It was his turn to shiver as she started to pull at his shirt, but she wasn’t as gentle as he had been. She pulled until the buttons snapped off and flew across the room.

He grinned at her. “Do you have any idea how much that shirt cost me?”

She lay on her back, looking up at him. “Right at this moment I really don’t care, but if you want to be able to leave here with your pants in one piece you better get them off now, flyboy.”

Hell! he thought, why did I expect her to be all sweet and innocent?

“Well, you better get yours off too then.” he grinned. “Elf!”

She looked at him. “Elf?”

He stood up, undoing his zipper. “From the first time I saw you I thought you looked like an elf.” he laughed, then gasped as she reached for his zipper.

“Let me do that. I’d like to get a real good look at you.”

He stood there feeling self conscious as she slowly undid his jeans and slid them down.

”Nice legs.” she whispered, gently kissing the inside of his thighs, making him groan with pleasure and anticipation. She worked his pants down to his ankles and pulled him onto the bed so that she could undo his boots, quickly removing both them and his socks, and pulling his jeans completely off, so that he was left wearing only his boxers.

Now it was his turn. He pushed her onto her back, and pulled her socks off, then gently undid her zipper and pulled her jeans down and over her hips. He kissed her stomach as he did so, slipping his hand underneath her to support her bottom. She moaned at the touch of his lips on the soft flesh of her stomach. He smiled and pulled her jeans clear of her body. Now she was clad only in her bra and panties.

He spent a long minute just looking at her. ”My god, you’re beautiful.” he whispered, lying alongside her. She smiled at him and reached around to undo her bra, and then slipped off her panties and climbed under the bed covers.

His breathing was becoming rather fast and shallow. He prayed to whoever was out there to help him last.

“You’re not bad yourself.” she said with a wicked grin. ”Now, are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to lose those boxers and get in here with me?”

He grinned at her. He didn’t need telling twice. He pulled his boxers off and slid under the covers next to her, his hands finding her body and beginning to stroke her. Her hands found him as well, one hand stroking the back of his head, and pulling his head down so that she could kiss his navel.

Oh god, she’s sticking her tongue in it! he thought. The sensation sent rivers of fire through his blood. How could she have known just how sensitive my navel is? he wondered, when his mind cleared. And then she did it again, and his body reacted the only way it knew how. He pulled her to him and began to kiss her passionately while he gently thrust against her body.

“Oh God.” she groaned.

He knew just how she felt.

“It’s not locked - come in.” she called out, knowing who it would be, secretly pleased that he had come.

When he asked her to go for a drink with him she didn’t know what to say. She was pleased, but disappointed at the same time. She’d have liked to be alone with him.

His suggestion of bringing a bottle back to her quarters was exactly what she wanted, so she nodded.

“That would be nice. Thank you.”

While he was gone she sat and thought. What was she expecting? That maybe he’d make a pass at her? And what would she do if he did? Hell, she knew exactly what she’d do, and what she’d like to do to him too! The thought alone made her blush, and he wasn’t even in the room.

He wasn’t gone for very long. He’d brought wine, and after pouring them some, he came to sit next to her on the bed.

Did he even know what he did to her… how he made her feel? She felt like a giggly schoolgirl - a young girl with a first crush. She was lost in her thoughts when he suddenly inhaled long and deeply. She panicked. Jeez! Do I smell? She worried.

“What’s the matter - do I smell?”

At his reply, she felt mortified… until he followed it with, “You smell wonderful.” Then she was mortally embarrassed instead - especially when he reached out and turned her face to look at him.

He’s asking if it’s okay to kiss me? She almost laughed at him. Kiss me you fool. Just do it!

The moment he kissed her, she felt as if her bones had all just melted away. She felt his tongue seeking entry into her mouth. For just a second she wondered if she was doing the right thing - if she’d regret it later - and then her body took over. She opened her mouth to him, surrendering to his kiss… to his embrace… wrapping her own arms around him, feeling the muscles move smoothly in his back.

Then she was on her back and he was on top of her. She could feel his desire pressing into her thigh, and it made her feel even more aroused than she’d realised she was. She reached her hands under his shirt, feeling his skin quiver at her touch.

She knew then that no matter what happened tomorrow, tonight she was giving herself to him.

She felt herself groaning as he unbuttoned her shirt and took her nipples into his mouth. Unable to control herself, and with little patience, she fairly ripped his shirt off his back.

As he commented on her damage to his shirt she knew one thing, and one thing only. She wanted him, and she wanted him now!

“Right at this moment I really don’t care, but if you want to be able to leave here with your pants in one piece you better get them off now, flyboy.”

“Well, you better get yours off too, then.” he grinned. “Elf!”

She lay on her back watching him. Did he just call me an elf? she wondered.

He was taking way too long to rid himself of those damn jeans, she thought.

“Let me do that. I’d like to get a real good look at you.”

She smiled at him as she slid his jeans down his legs and kissed his thighs. Oh boy, he’s ready, willing and be better be able. she thought.

Then she was on her back, and he was removing her jeans, and - oh god - he’s kissing my stomach. were the last coherent thoughts she had for several minutes. She finally pulled herself together, slipped out of her underwear and climbed under the bed covers.

”Now, are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to lose those boxers and get in here with me?”

She smiled at the speed with which his boxers came off and he was naked in the bed beside her. Now she was going to see why he’d panicked at the mention of her touching his navel! She reached up to pull his head down and kissed it, letting her tongue caress the soft inner dimple. She could feel the immediate effect it had on him, and the temptation was too great not to do it again.

Then it was her turn to groan as he pulled her close and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, thrusting himself against her at the same time so she could feel just how badly he wanted her.

Please God, she prayed, never let this night end.

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