On My Knees 8 Hearts of Stone The valet gave them the oddest look when they pulled up in the truck. The guy handed him a number and Zac chuckled. He turned to Moirah and they shared a knowing laugh. He stepped from the truck and slipped into his jacket. He went around to her side and opened the door. She turned to him and he lifted her from the vehicle, setting her gently on the pavement. He smiled down to her and she slipped her hand into his as they approached the door. They stood and waited for the maitre d' to return. Or as Mac would say 'the guy in the penguin suit' reguarded them warmly. "Hanson. I hope we're not too late." Zac said to the man. He looked down to his book and found their reservations. "No, in fact I'm afraid you're going to have to wait a bit for your table. You may wait in the bar if you like sir." He informed them. Zac looked over her head into the bar. He knew they wouldn't serve him if anybody knew who he was. "Actually, is there someplace else we could wait?" Zac asked. The man looked at him strangely then it dawned on him. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Hanson, I didn't realize..." He trailed off. Zac smiled. "Quite alright really. You see we don't want to be disturbed and I wouldn't want you to get in any trouble." He offered. The man nodded, thinking for a moment. "I think I may have a solution for you. Come with me." He crooked his finger for them to follow. The resteraunt was full and he could feel the eyes on him as they skirted the room. She squeezed his hand in reassurance and he felt worlds better having her near. He hated to be in the open in public places without Darius. They followed the man up a short flight of stairs that led to a balcony that over looked the whole place. A wall of windows framed in greenery set the Tulsa skyline on display elegantly. The man pulled out a chair for Moirah as he asked. "I hope this is satisfactory? We were expecting some people but they haven't made reservations so I don't think there's any worry there." Zac shrugged out of his jacket and the man offered to take it. Zac shook his head and laid it over the back of a chair behind him. He thought the man had done enough already. "More than satisfactory, very nice, thank you." He complimented. The man turned to Moirah. "Normaly I would never even think to ask this but..." He started, trying to find the right words to put it politely as possible. "Will Madame be inquireing after a wine list this evening?" He ventured. She giggled. "I do believe that's the nicest way anybody has ever asked my age before." She stated then shook her head. "I'm flattered that you think I need to be 'carded,' but I'm not in the mood for wine tonight, thanks." She eased his awkwardness. He nodded, genuinely relieved. "Very well then, I'll send up your waiter shortly." He announced, laying two menus before them and left the two alone. Zac reached across the table for her hand, the chuckle deep in his chest. "That's probably something he won't forget for a while I bet." He laughed. "I'm sure." She agreed. "And that really was the nicest way anybodies ever asked my age before!" She admitted. They laughed together and gave their attention to their menus, never unclasping their hands. Dinner was nice, but the best part was just being together. Conversation between them was easy and they talked about whatever the conversation offered. She asked him how things were between he and Taylor were. He told her that it was getting better, being so close made it easier for the inflicted wounds to heal for both of them. She was glad. She wanted to talk to Taylor alone too and hoped she had the chance to do it before she left. He asked her about the preperations for the party. He was more than excited. She ran through the list in her head of what had been finnished and what still needed to be done. "You know I can never thank Jennifer and Virginia enough for all the help they've given to me with this." She stated truthfully. He nodded. "They are very dedicated. It's almost like they're family ya know?" He pondered. She nodded in agreement. He grinned and leaned forward, whispering conspiritorily across the table. "Did you know that Tay is taking Jennifer to the party? Like a date!" He cried. She giggled. "No! That's adorable, when did that happen?" She demanded. He shrugged. "Just today. He called her to appologize for being rude to her on the phone when he was looking for me and somehow by the time he was finnished, he'd asked her out." He informed her. "Well, I think it's wonderful." She said matter of factly. He sat back, leaning away in his chair. "You know, I dunno if this thing between Jen n' Tay is gonna work out or not, but I just think he needs a woman in his life. Diva he may be sometimes but lately he's been driving Ike and me crazy he's so focused." He admitted. She sighed. "He is rather... intense, isn't he?" She agreed. He nodded. "So? Whatcha wanna do now darl'n?" He drawled. She giggled. "And you tease me about my accent!" She joked. He grinned, gripping her hand once more. "Really, what ya wanna do now?" He asked again. She squeezed his hand, smiling over at him. "I dunno. This is your town, you tell me." She offered. He smiled back. He already had something in mind. He gained the waiters attention easily and felt lucky that he had been more than attentive all night. Even the maitre d' had come up seeing to their comfort once. He signed the bill, adding a big tip for them and sat back. "I promise I won't keep you out too late. I know you've got to get up early to get things together for tomarrow ok?" He gave up. She leaned her elbows on the table, propping her chin in her palms. "I don't mind. I just want to be with you as long as I can." She admitted. He reached over and took one of her hands in his. Looking into her dazzling emerald eyes he sighed. "How about for the rest of your life?" He asked breathlessly. Her smile waivered, tears pooling in her eyes. She pushed back the ache in her throat, chokeing out the words. "I hope so someday." Tumbled from her lush lips. He felt as if his chest were being squeezed by unknown hands for his heart lurched when he heard the words. His eyes searched hers and he could see that she was just as overwhelmed emotionaly as he was over the simple statements exchanged. Now he really wanted to make the night special. He wanted them to remember that night with the utmost of fondness. The waiter returned with his card and he rose to help her up. She drapped her wrap around her shoulders again and waited for him to slip back into his jacket. He put his arm around her, bending to kiss the top of her head as she leaned into him. They headed down the stairs, meeting the maitre d' on his way up. "I hope everything was to your liking?" He asked hopefully. "Lovely." She stated. Zac nodded in agreement. "Everything was just great. And I want to thank you again for everything you did tonight. I more than appreciate it." He offered the man. The other man nodded. "Certainly! Besides, my little sister worships you. She would have my head if I didn't do everything possible to be nice to you." He laughed. Zac chuckled back, plucking a menu out from beneath the man's arm. He whipped out a sharpie from his back pocket and scribbled his name over the stark white front. He handed it back to the man. "There ya go. Now she won't have a reason to off you." He laughed. "Thank you! You may very well have saved my life sir. I can never thank you enough or repay the debt." He said, bowing dramaticly. They all laughed and Zac patted his shoulder. "Thanks again man." He said and was on his way, Moirah in tow linked by her tiny hand in his big paw. Even though he was in a really good mood he still felt uncomfortable exiting the resteraunt. So many people, too many for his comfort. He handed the valet back the slip for the return of his truck and waited, his arm draped around her shoulders in the chill of the spring night time air. He rocked on his heels a quiet whistle of no particular tune danced from his mouth. A tap on his arm made his blood run cold and he stopped. Letting go of Moirah he turned cautiously and peered down into a young girls face. She held the hand of an even younger girl. He smiled, relieved and welcoming. "Yes?" He asked her politely, eyeing the man who stood not far away protectively. She was shy, he could see that, and he admired the guts it took for her to even approach him. She was struggling to keep her courage up and she looked about ready to cry. A woman holding a toddler approached. "She's shy, they both are. They don't mean to bother you, but... you see, they're really big fans. You and your brothers are their favorite band." She tried to explain. He smiled at the woman. Squatting down he got eye level with them. "Fans huh? Well then I guess I have to thank you then." He toned softly. He stuck out his hand, she took it timidly and he shook her tiny hand. He grinned at her. "Thank you for letting me make you happy." He said to her. She looked frightened still but her grin was wide and wonderous. The other little girl was trying her best to hide behind her, so shy she couldn't even bring herself to look him in the eye as she clung to her sisters hand. He peered around the first girl with a grin. "How bout you? Can I shake your hand too?" He asked her. She hid her face in her sisters hair on her shoulder, and he chuckled. "I promise, I don't bite." He eased. She peeked out at him and gave him a shy smile, she nodded and offered her hand, briefly letting go of her sister's hand in favor of his. He shook hers too and smiled at her. "See, I'm quite tame aren't I?" He joked. The girl nodded. Some how, she plucked up her courage for she surprized him by opening her mouth with a question. "Can I... can I touch your hair?" She whispered. He laughed softly. That wasn't the first time he'd gotten that request, but it was certainly the nicest anyone had ever asked. Usually he would squirm out of it, not being comfortable with being pawed at but she struck a chord in him and he surprized himself when he took the band from his tail. He turned his head as his long locks spread out and flowed over one shoulder. She watched with wide eyes as the gold cascaded towards his chest. He leaned forward to her, his voice very soft in the night. "It's ok, go ahead." He urged. Tenatively she reached out her tiny hand. Her small fingers barely brushing the ends. He smiled at her encouragingly, her eyes wide and fixed on the shimmering tresses her palm smoothed over a hank of hair against his chest. She smiled up at him, then realized her shyness once more and recoiled her hand quickly. She lost her nerve and quickly hid behind her sister again. He laughed gently. Not wanting to embarrass the girl anymore he quickly thought of something for a distraction. He looked at Moirah over his shouler. "Do you have any paper in your purse?" He asked her. She knit her brows for a moment until she realized what he was doing. She smiled at the children as she opened her handbag and fished out the small memo pad she'd been using to keep track of the festivities preperations. Flipping it open to a fresh page she handed it to him as he took the sharpie from his pocket once more. He pressed one knee to the sidewalk and lay the tiny book on the other, looking up expectantly at the two girls. "So, what's your name honey?" He asked. The first girl swallowed and eyed the waiting pen. "Shelly." She squeeked. He smiled warmly at her and nodded. "Pretty name for a pretty girl." He charmingly toned. He quickly wrote a brief thanks, personalizing it with her name and his. He turned the page and looked at the second little one. He grined invitingly. "And how about you, little brave one?" He asked her. That made her grin and she poked her head out. "Tamara." She told him. "Wow, two pretty girls and both with pretty names! Your parents are sure good at that huh?" He said as he wrote something similar for the second girl. He capped the pen and looked up as he tore them off. He slipped the book into his jacket pocket. He handed each girl the proper autograph and gave them one more grin. "It was very nice meeting the both of you. I hope we get to see each other again sometime." He said warmly before he stood again. The girls nodded, clutching their scraps of paper and each other as they looked up to him towering above them. He looked to their mother and smiled. "Do you suppose we could get a picture? We're here for a reunion and we have a camera in the baby bag." She asked boldly. He shrugged and grinned. "Sure. I don't see why not." He offered generously. The man held out the bag to the woman and she fished in it for a moment awkwardly holding the baby. "Here, let me take her for a minute." Zac offered and held out his hands for the baby to come to him. The woman looked up at him startled. "It's ok, I've got lots of practice, a younger brother and three sisters you know." He said jovialy. The woman laughed and relented, handing over the child. "Hey cutie!" He cooed to her. She was a good natured baby for she laughed and stuffed a fistfull of his hair into her mouth. He chuckled and pried her fingers free of his locks and out of her mouth. "Genetic huh?" He joked, pushing his hair behind him so she couldn't reach it again. Her mother had found the camera and Zac handed the baby back to her father then bent to one knee beckoning the girls to approach him. He put an arm around each of them. "Now say boogers!" He teased. They both laughed and their mother snapped a couple quick shots. He stood again, brushing his knees off. "Thank you so very much, it means the world to them." The woman hailed. He stood tall and smiled down at her. "I'm the one who's grateful. It's the fans that makes my job so rewarding. Without them I wouldn't be here today." He said truthfully. The woman smiled at his generosity and coraled her family back towards the resteraunt. "Come on girls, let's go see Nana." She offered. He had to smile one last time as the younger girl was slipping into the building. She turned around and gave him a last wave. He waved back and grinned at her. "Well! You're a box full of surprizes today!" Came Moirah's voice from behind him. He turned and smiled as he saw her leaning up against the truck waiting for him. The valet not far away either with the keys in his hand. He reached out for them and gave the guy a smile, reaching in his pocket for a tip. He held up his hand. "Already taken care of." He said, gesturing to Moirah. Zac smiled at him then at her. He reached out his hand for her and she stood up and took it. He escorted her to the other side of the vehicle and opened the door. He kissed her shortly and lifted her to the runningboard easily. She laughed softly and looked down to him. "You really gotta get me a step ladder." He laughed and waited for her to sit then closed the door. Climbing into the truck himself, the smile wouldn't leave him if he tried. Tonight was wonderful so far. He only hoped it would stay that way, maybe even get better. He wanted to do something special for her. Something he didn't normally do. He recalled the route to the place he wanted to take her to and headed off in that direction. He just hoped it wasn't too packed, and he hoped that he could be brave enough to pull it off. Their conversation was the same as always, easy. "So, are you going to tell me where we are going?" She asked suddenly. He looked at her quickly then back to the street. "Umm... no. No, I'm not. I want it to be a surprize." He said slyly. She grinned. "You're not taking me on a wild goose chase are you?" She teased. He laughed. "No. No wild goose chases tonight. I promise." He stated, holding his hand over his heart in oath. She giggled and sat back. It wasn't too long before they were pulling into a large parking lot. Many people were milling around outside a door and the thump of bass was deeply ingrained in the air. She looked at him, confusion was evident. "What are you getting me into Zac?" She asked him skepticly. He just grinned at her and shrugged. She laughed. "I think you're insane, you know that don't you?" She informed him. He merely nodded. Then a thought came to her. "Do you think this is such a good idea? Honey, what if..." She just couldn't finnish her thoughts. It was too scary to think of. She remembered the frantic feeling of being trapped by all those girls in the airport. It started out as a small squall then in the blink of an eye there were so many, a full blown hurricane had engulphed them. He shut off the truck, their soft music already having been lost in the constant thump thump thump emenating from the club nearby. He patted her hand. "It's gonna be ok honey. I've been here once before. The reason why I chose this place, is because Darius's brother is the head bouncer. I wouldn't feel safe anywhere else. I want us to be able to enjoy tonight. I want us to celebrate our time together. I want us to be just us. To hell with the rest of the world!" He smoothed to her. She looked up to him. She could see the earnest expression behind his melted chocolate eyes. She gave him a tiny nod. She had to trust him. She knew he was being brave even though there was a supposed security net for him to rely on. There were never any givens in life. He was taking a risk, for her. How could she deni him the opportunity to try it at least. "That's my girl!" He cooed and brought his lips down on hers. When he pulled away from her she looked deeply into his eyes. The only thing in her mind was the flood of emotion, the fulfillment of love. She sighed satisfactorily. He smiled down at her and reached to open his door. He jumped out and locked the door. Racing around to her side she saw his big grin. She had to smile herself. He was contagious like that. He opened her door and didn't even wait for her to step to the running board. He scooped her up into his arms, showering her face with tiny kisses that felt like a spray of electric sparks. When his tongue slipped out and traveled down her neck and nestled into her clevage she giggled. Pushing at his shoulder she tried to wriggle out of his arms. "Whoa boy! Down fido!" She teased. He laughed and set her on the ground. He closed and locked her door and turned to her. "Ready?" He asked. She sighed heavily. "As ready as I'm ever gonna be." She answered. He threw his arm around her shoulders and leaned on her, making them both stagger. She laughed and he straightened up. He looked down to her and gave her a playfull wink. Her grin was as wide as his and they headed of toward the chaos. A tall, rather informidable looking black man stood at the entrance, enormous arms crossed over his chest. He looked as if he were a statue of ebony. It nearly startled her when his lips tugged into a wide white grin. The softness on his face instantly melting away the exterior of strength. He shoved at a herd of party revelers and swept the path clean. "Zac my man!" He called out jovialy in a deep voice. Zac smiled back at him. His eyes darting around to see if they had been noticed yet. Only stirrings of whispers were seen rather than heard over the music thudding away from within. They stepped up to the man, his hand stretched out and Zac shook it in a most familiar way. "Good to see you again Dude!" He yelled over the cacaphony. Zac turned to her. "Honey, this is Clayton." He shouted. The man grimmaced. "Johnson, call me Johnson please ma'm." His voice boomed. She smiled up at him and took his hand. "So you must be Darius's brother?" She asked over the din. He nodded, a smile wide on his face. "He's my baby brother, yes. And you must be Moirah, the squirts better half I've been hearing so much about." He answered her. She smiled. 'The squirt?' Obviously they had known each other for quite some time for Zac was far from a squirt now standing over six foot. "I don't know if I'm his better half, but I'm quite attached to the guy." She joked. The man's huge chest shook with a loud deep rumble of laughter. "Well! You're everything you were advertised as!" He joked. She laughed. It was clear that he and Darius had talked recently. Zac leaned closer to the man, his mouth close to his ear. "You suppose it'd be ok for us to stick around tonight?" He asked. Johnson looked him in the face, nodding. "So far so good. If anything changes I'll be sure to let you know pronto. K?" He said loudly. Zac nodded, a slap to the man's shoulder as he tugged Moirah behind him toward the door. "Say hey to Margie and the kids for me!" He called back. "Will do! Good to see you again little man." Johnson called back. Then they squeezed in through the door. Zac fetched out his wallet and handed the girl behind the small table some cash. She smiled up at him and gestured for his hand. He held out his hand, bringing Moirah's with his and she stamped them both. Zac grinned down at her. "Later Angel!" He toned loud enough for the girl to hear. She waved and tended to the next customer. Zac stood for a moment, Moirah behind him in the cramped space filled with bodies. He surveyed the layout and spotted a free table on the upper deck. He pulled her around to the front of him and pointed up to her in question. She nodded and they headed up the ramp that led to the balcony the circled the dance floor. They found the tiny table tucked back in a corner behind a post and he held her chair out for her. She smiled up at him and took her seat graciously, laying her purse on the table and her wrap behind her, draped over the chair. He yanked his arms out of the heavy long leather jacket and tossed it over a nearby chair. He pulled an empty seat up close to her and plunked down. Leaning to her he spoke loudly into her ear. "This ok?" She nodded and he smiled. He lay his arm over the back of her chair and watched the writhing bodies on the floor for a moment. She slid her hand over his thy and squeezed his knee. He turned to her and grinned. She crooked her finger and he leaned his ear down to her. "Could you find a waitress? I'd like a drink. It's awefully warm in here." She told him. He nodded and looked around. Spotting a woman in the familiar uniform he flagged her down. As she approached the table she poised her pen over the pad on her tray. "What can I get for you folks?" She yelled over the noise. Zac looked over at Moirah, questioning her what she wanted with a look. She thought for a moment. "White Russian." She stated loud enough for the woman to hear. She nodded and jotted it down, then looked expectantly at Zac. "You're new here huh?" He asked. She looked up from her tray and eyed him. "Yeah. How'd you know?" She asked him back. He shrugged. "Just a Dr. Pepper for me please, large, lotsa ice." He ordered. She gave him an odd look then wrote that down too and walked off to fill their orders. "I thought you said you've only been here once!" She hollered. He turned to her and grinned. "I have. When it was open to the public. I've been to a few private parties here." He explained. She nodded, a soundless 'oh' on her lips. It didn't take long for the woman to return with their drinks. She set them on the table, watching Zac from the corner of her eye. He knew something was up. He pulled out a twenty from his billfold and handed it to her. She shook her head, refusing to take it. He looked back at her just as strangely as warrented. "I'm sorry, I can't except that from you." She said loudly. His brows knit in puzzlement. "Why the hell not?" He asked a bit perturbed. "Minors are not served in this establishment. If you pay, then I served a minor and I could not only get fired, I could cost this place their liquor liscence." She said matter of factly. He rolled his eyes, huffing loudly as he handed Moirah the twenty. She took it and handed it to the girl. This time she accepted it, pocketing the bill and digging out the change. He held up his hand. "Keep the change." He toned, just wanting to get rid of her. She eyed him once more and trotted off. He was pissed that someone had obviously told her who he was. She certainly didn't seem to know before. That was just great. Moirah slid her hand over his knee and up his thy, letting it rest dangerously close to his crotch. Gaining his attention instantly she grinned over at him. "Don't let it put a damper on tonight. Just let it slide dear." She soothed. He smiled at her warmly, covering her hand with his and squeezing it. He brought it up and kissed the back of her hand. Pulling her close by holding her hand to his chest he leaned to her. His kiss was soft, sweet, and achingly delicious. His tongue briefly just whispered over her lower lip. Was there anything this man could do that wouldn't set her heart aflutter? She highly doubted it. Their hands dropped back into his lap and he sat back. Chugging his soda he looked around the room. Everyone seemed to be off in their own little worlds. Seemed safe enough to him. He turned and watched her daintily sipping at her drink as she too drank in the surroundings. To him the sight of her was so beautiful it hurt him. "Hey, wanna dance?" He asked her, leaning in towards her ear. She turned, the tiny straw still between her pouted clover-purple lips. It hurt just to watch her do the simplist things, but when she smiled up at him, he thought for sure his heart would shatter from the overwhelming love he felt. Setting her drink down she shoved her purse into the pocket of his jacket. He got up and held his hand out to her. She accepted it easily and stood also. Lacing their fingers together he led her back down the ramp and out onto the dance floor. The thump of the bass shaking the lungs in his chest. The screaming wail of the guitar in harmony with the womans lamenting voice that flooded through the large speakers assulted his ears. Pulsing lights, stabbing the dense black of the room made him dizzy, or was that just the effects of being so close to her? He pulled her tight, his knees loose and bent she slid against his body like a second skin. The warm skin of her bare back under his hand singed his fingertips. He placed his other palm on her hip, his fingers wrapping around to the swell of her backside. Her tiny hands glided over his chest and up into his hair, making him shiver. His head fell forward and he pressed his cheek to the euphoric scent wafting up from her lusterous curls. As if they were one, they moved together in time, the music incidental. Every swivel of her hips sending a frenzy of desire to him. Each gyration of her body beneath his hands made him ache to have more of her. He knew she could feel the stiffness of his need between them. He knew for she would lewdly grind herself against him, making him pant and fight the urge to take her right there on the floor. He dropped his hand from her back and grabbed her hips tightly, moving them against his body in a near sexual act. Her fingers were digging into the back of his neck and he could see her lust on her face when she looked up to him. Their eyes both deep and dark with craving of each other. The music was fading in and out of his conciousness, slowly being replaced with the sounds of their lovemaking in his imagination. When the world around him started fading out more than in he tried desperately to gain control. It was so hard, the only thing he could see was her, and he wanted her so badly! His hands had a life to them, one they were living without his command. He watched as his fingers skimmed over her sides, cupping her breasts and the thumbs running over the velvet of her dress, searching out the hardened peaks of her nipples. His leg was between her legs and he could feel the heat of her body. He shoved his hard cock into her, dangerously close to her mound against her hip. His index fingers joining with his thumbs to collect her pleasure. He heard her sigh, felt her body shudder, watched her slump into his arms. He held her up for the briefest of moments until she found her feet again. He knew he'd just made her cum. It gave him a thrill to know it. She looked up at him, her slow smile burning into his retinas with her satisfaction. Without warning she turned around, her hand grazing over the painful erection contained behind his zipper. He almost fell to his knees. Catching his hand in hers she pulled him close to the roundness of her ass. He stood up straight when she began to walk away from him, pressing his crotch into her lower back and using her as cover, he followed her closely. She led them back up to their table, tucked away in the corner. She roughly shoved him into the chair furthest in the corner that held his jacket. She yanked the coat from behind him and draped it over the chair at his side. She sat very close to him and pulled her wrap over her legs, and some into his lap. He looked at her like she was crazy when she reached beneath. Her little hand slid up the length of his stiff member, her thumb teasing the head after her nail had bumped over the ridge. "Jesus woman what are you doing?" He hissed at her in pained pleasure. She didn't speak but he got his answer when she yanked the zipper down. He sucked in his breath and picked up the corner of her black wrap, holding it to the table like a curtain around the scene of action. She popped the button and he almost screamed when she pulled his cock out into the thick air of the darkened club. With languid strokes she pushed him to the edge of insanity. At that moment the only thing on his mind was how unbelievably good it felt to have her stroking his hot, hard cock. He was vaguely aware that they could indeed be caught, but somehow it didn't matter, the danger made it feel even better. He was gripping the edge of the table white knuckled. His other hand holding the back of her chair as she leaned against his chest. Legs spread wide, he slumped down in the chair. His face contorted in pleasure, hidden by his mask of hair as he pressed his cheek to the top of her head. A slow song began to fill the air and the lights dimmed even more, making it almost pitch black. He gasped when he felt her quickly slide down his chest and her mouth sucked in the head of his cock. She lapped at the sticky sweetness pouring from his slit. His soft cries of pleasure were lost in the noise as he gripped at the hair on the back of her head. A burning raced through his belly, rushing up his stiff rod. He tried to warn her, let her know. She seemed to know already and sucked at him all the harder, making him wimper as the lightening hot stream of cream ran down her throat. He was spent magnificently and he leaned back, head lolling as he felt her tucking his softening tool back in. He couldn't believe they had just done that. His mind was reeling! She easily tugged the end of the wrap out of his now limp fist and threw it over his coat. She sat up more and his hand slipped from her hair to her lower back as she reached for her drink. She was parched though she'd just had an impressive amount of lubication deposited in her mouth. She decided to forego the straw and drank from the short glass directly, letting the cooling liquid slide down and mix exquisitely with the taste of him and leaving the pleasant stinging burn in it's wake. Her eyes heavy with the knowledge of their act she looked at him as he tried to sit up. His eyes met hers and he immediately pulled he to his mouth. He could taste the sharpness of the alcohol and the underlying tangyness of himself as he kissed her deeply, penetratingly. His mouth took to her neck and sucked at it in little lines up and down the flesh. She shivered when she heard him speak into her ear. "I still want you woman." His raspy deep voice dripping with intention. She pulled away from him and looked him over, then met his eyes. "And I'm not done with you yet either Mister!" His grin cracked open and he grabbed her roughly 'round the waist, his nose diving into the crook of her neck as he growled. She threw her head back in uncontrolable laughter as he tickled her mercilessly and nipped at the flesh of her throat. She futiley pushed against him, laughing so hard she started to gasp for breath. He felt her heaving chest against him and pulled away, his grin as sparkling as the twinkle in his eyes. She caught her breath, hand clasped to her throat, smile wide. He chuckled and offered her the last of his soda. She accepted it gratefully, sucking down the last of the watered down sweetness in relief. Pulling the glass from her mouth she licked her lips of the stickyness, fishing out a piece of the last of the ice and slipping a melting cube past her lips. A loud crack of the ice as she broke it between her teeth sounded in his ear that was pressed against her jaw as he nuzzled her neck. He laughed, taking the glass from her hands and setting it on the table once more. He rose quickly, pulling her up with him. "Come on, let's go dance some more. Maybe we'll get hot and bothered again and have a repeat preformance!" He insinuated. She laughed, following him back down the ramp once more. Her bump and grind routine did not fail to arouse him, though she played hard to get with him, making him mad with want of her. He loved every second of it too. They danced until they were ready to collapse. When a slow song came on, he pulled her away from the floor. She followed him toward the bar and watched him slump down onto the only available stool. He grinned at her, chest heaving and hair a wild mess. She smiled back, she knew he just needed a break, and she could use one too. He tried to pull her onto his lap but she pushed at him, refusing. Trying to be heard over the music she leaned to his ear. "I'm going to powder my nose. I'll share whatever you order." She told him. When she pulled back away he nodded to her. She turned to walk away and he grabbed her elbow, yanking her back to him once more. She catapulted into his arms and was immediately wrapped in their comfort. Her hands instinctively going around his neck she leaned in to him as he bent down to her. A shared kiss of passion, lust and love exploded. He granted her freedom with suddeness, leaving her grinning dazedly. She stood on wobbly legs for a moment then nearly staggered away towards the ladies room across the room. He grinned widely as he watched her walk away. The sway of her hips doing nothing to help him keep his burgeoning erection under control. When he lost sight of her he turned and gained the attention of the tall brunette behind the bar. She gave him a cheeky grin and leaned on the bar infront of him, her cleavage heavingly straining toward him. Normaly, he would be drooling over the sight, but somehow it just didn't seem to turn him on. Moirah was the only one running through his head whenever his thoughts turned lustfull. He smiled at his thoughts, the brunette mistaking it for one directed at her. She sighed, though he couldn't hear it, he could certainly see it. She yelled over the din. "What can I get for ya stud?" She drawled. He cringed at her words. Apparently he was being viewed once more as a piece of meat. He never got used to that. Being in the situation he was living in he had to deal with flesh peddlars all the time. Legal and otherwise. But, he never got used to the concept. He knew it was a part of his job, he'd known it all along since Middle of Nowhere hit big, but he didn't have to like it. In fact, since he'd so called 'grown up,' he hated it. The media hounding him, pestering him. 'Oh Zac, you've grown up so much!' 'Zac, bet you got a girlfriend now since you're older huh?' 'Now that you're a hottie do you think your albums will sell better?' It was unreal the drivel they spouted. It was a rarity if he got an honest to goodness question directed towards his music or talent. It seemed it always centered around his looks. So what if he grew up in the public eye. He had to grow up somehow, he'd just happened to do it in front of the whole world. Did they have to make such a big deal out of it? He sighed himself. "Dr. Pepper, large, lotsa ice." He said dryly. She huffed after figuring she'd been snubbed and fetched his request. She sat it before him, an icy glare evident. Picking up the glass, he threw a five on the bar and walked off, not wanting to deal with her anymore. He chugged three quarters of the dark sweetness and chomped on a few slivers of ice as he stood leaning against a post near the base of the ramp to the balcony. His hand deep in his pocket he fingered the change and sorted out a guitar pick. He found an elastic and decided it was far past time for him to pull his hair back. The back of his neck and across his shoulders sweaty and damp from the evenings excursions. He cringed at the thought of the huge stripe of sweat down his back. Suddenly he was feeling even more sticky and hot than when he was dancing. He sauntered off up the ramp to the table they had chosen earlier. He looked at his watch, thinking she had been gone for an awful long time. He shrugged figuring she had to wait in a gawd awful long line. Places like this tended to have that same problem. He set his glass on the table and started to unbutton his shirt. He didn't notice the three women on the other end of the balcony watching him. He peeled the black silk from his body and tossed it aside toward his jacket. He fished in his pocket and took out an elastic. Raising his arms to pull his long locks back. He quickly braided it to keep it off his neck more, bringing the end over his shoulder as he plaited it. Then he secured the end. Stuffing his fingers in the glass he grabbed out a chunk of ice. He sucked at it to get the stickyness off it then rubbed it on the back of his neck. His eys closed in pleasure and his lips softly parted, moist in a silent sigh for the relief. "Hey, wanna dance?" His hand yanking away from his neck, his eyes shot open. He found himself surrounded by three women. All beautiful in their own rights, but to him, none of them could hold a candle in comparison to Moirah. Before he could even get a word out the one directly infront of him stepped up to him, her hand lay against his chest and she licked at the dripping cube between his fingers. He gaped at her, dazedly he struggled to get out some sort of response. His eyes glued to her tongue now gliding up his fingers as she grabbed his wrist. A voice from his right, husky and laced with inuendo in the simple statement breathed in his ear. "So? Do you wanna dance?" His mind was spiraling toward oblivion. He'd never been so blatantly come on to before. Countless women and girls had thrown themselves at him and he had managed to deflect all of their advances. He didn't like women who came on strong, demure and grace turned him on... like Moirah. He shook his head, the words cracking as he croaked them out. "No. No I wouldn't thanks. I'm here with someone." He tried. The third woman spoke, practicly sticking her tongue in his ear. "She could join us. I'm sure the five of us would have a ball!" She suggested, her hand snaking around the waist of the woman who had ahold of his wrist. He groaned inwardly. Even if he was madly in love and extremely attracted to Moirah, a man would have to be made of stone not to be turned on, at least a little bit, by the situation he'd just been presented with. He steeled his resolve. "I'm sorry, no. We're not interested." He eased. The one infront of him looked up to him, her hand creeping up to tickle his ear. "You're sure?" She asked. He nodded, fighting the urge to give in. "Quite, thanks." He choked out. She shrugged, letting go of his wrist and letting her hand slide down over his thick chest as she stepped away. Her companions followed suit and backed off as well. With a last lustful gaze washing over his body, the three seductresses sauntered off. They knew that even if he didn't give in... they had at least succeded in turning him on. He puffed out a heavy breath, his mind in near overload. He chugged the last of the soda, sliding the glass to the surface of the table. He grabbed up her wrap, his shirt and coat and headed back down the ramp. He was more than ready to get the hell out of there. He hurried off toward the entrance to the restrooms. He found her waiting there in a long line of women. As he walked up to her near the head of the line he ignored the feminine cat calls and assorted whistles. He knew his face was red from blushing but he braved forward. He tugged at her arm and she turned to him. "What?" She questioned, not knowing if something was wrong. "Nothing. Let's just get out of here, now!" He begged. She started to protest. "But... I've not..." She began. He cut her off. "We'll stop somewhere." He forced out, beginning to get fed up with the stares and all the unwanted attention he was recieving. Though he wasn't sure if it was just cause he was the only guy brave enough to wander down the hall towards the ladies room or if it was over this little scene between he and Moirah, he was desperate to get the hell out of there. She gave in without anymore protest and let him drag her back down the long line of women she'd been so patient to get to the head of. A snotty looking blonde tossed a snide remark at them as they passed. "You could do so much better than that mousey little skank hot stuff!" His blood boiled and he whirled on his heel, his face pushed up in hers. She was suddenly petrified. This huge man looked pissed beyond belief and he was lightning fast to touch off. His sneer smeared over his lips he groweled at her, his meaty finger under her nose and he was so close she could feel his sweet breath on her face. "She's ten times the woman you could ever be, whenever you decide to grow up!" He snorted at her in disgust and whipped back around to resume his pace toward their exit, leaving the visibly shaking blonde behind in the wake of his fury. He pulled Moirah quickly through the thick crowd on the floor and flew toward the door. Angel was still there and she gave him a quizical glace for she saw his worried look plainly. He shook his head, trying to convey to her that everything was ok. He even offered her a tiny smile as he slipped his coat around Moirah's shoulders and pushed her gently out the door into the chilly night. Angel shrugged and went on with business as usual. She knew if Zac had a problem he would speak to Johnson where he kept vigil right outside the door. They pushed their way through the crowd, a huge hand clamping down on his shoulder as he tried to manuver through the sea of bodies and protect Moirah at the same time. "Leaving already? Early night huh?" Came Johnson's booming voice. Zac pulled Moirah infront of him to keep her from being jostled by the surging assemblage. "Yeah, I guess I just had enough. Besides, the little woman's gotta get up early and get in the kitchen." He joked. She elbowed him in the ribs and he barely flinched. He hugged her affectionately, kissing the top of her head. "I've got to finnish getting things together for the party tomarrow and make dinner." She clarified. Johnson nodded. "That's tomarrow huh? I'll have to remind the wife to send over a card." He toned. Zac looked up. "You're not comming? Mom and Dad will be disappointed not to see you there." He offered. Johnson nodded. "I'd love to be able to go, but I've got family obligations to tend to. Sorry my man, family comes first. You know that." He said. Zac nodded back. "I know very well. Sorry that you can't make it. I hope it isn't anything serious. Anything we can do to help?" He offered. Johnson shook his head. "No, thanks anyway. Just got to go to the nursing home and drive Margie's Mother over to the hospital. She's having a cataract removed." He informed them. Zac sucked in his breath. "That sounds scary. She gonna be ok?" He asked. The other man nodded. "They say it's just a routine proceedure. I hope so. She's one of those rare Mother in law's that a man can grow to love, and I have over the years. I'd hate to loose her, or see her hurt in any way." He toned. Zac nodded. The seriousness making him realize his own mortality as he so often was reminded when he heard about such things. "Well you send her our prayers and our love." He gave up. Johnson smiled widely. "I'll do that. She loves you guys. She'll probably want to bake you another rumcake after she hears that you were thinking of her." He laughed. Zac joined him. "Well then you definately tell her then, I love her rumcake!" He teased. They laughed and Zac started to back away, the chill of the night air making gooseflesh on his bare arms he wanted to get to the truck and warm up. "I'll see you later man. Like I said, say hey to everyone from me." Zac called out. Johnson nodded, a wave of his wide hand. "Nice meeting you!" Moirah called out as she was hauled away by a shivering Zac. Johnson chuckled. "You too M'am!" He shouted to the retreating figures. Moirah ran across the parking lot trying to keep up with Zac's hurried long strides. In short time they got to the truck and he quickly unlocked her door and flung it open. He nearly threw her in as he lifted her up to the seat. She giggled at his anxious swift moves. She shut the door and settled into her seat, shrugging out of his coat and pulling her wrap around her shoulders. She laughed as she saw him run to his door and fumble with the key, dropping it, then finaly getting his door open as well. She tossed his jacket to him and he slid into it with relish before jumping into the drivers seat. His teeth were chattering and he laughed at himself as he turned over the truck. He couldn't even feel his fingers but he heard the purr of the engine. He eyed her quickly, she shot hiim a grin. She had questions about the whole rush to get out of the club, but now he seemed too happy to burst his mood. She left it for what it was. As he headed off towards a more crowded street, she slipped a new disc into the player. He didn't pay any attention for she usually was a very good judge of 'mood music.' He had to laugh though when he heard Axel Rose's scream leap from his speakers. Apparently, she was still rowdy... he could deal with that. By the time they were pulling off the street into the parking lot of the local McDonalds her head was bobbing and she was totaly imersed in the thick thudding of guitars jumping through the cab of the truck. He shook his head and chuckled. She enjoyed music more than most people he knew... and music was his life. He cut the engine and the tune died instantly. Her startled pout amused him to boiling laughter when she whipped around to him. Her eyes wide and innocent she whined. "Why'd you go and do that?" He tryed to talk through his laughter. "I thought you had to pee?" He reminded her. "Oh yeah!" She exclaimed. He laughed even harder. He got out of the truck and reached a hand toward her. "Come on you nut!" He teased. Taking his hand she giggled and slid across the seat to him. Standing on the runningboard she looked down to him. "I could get used to this." She stated. "What?" He smiled. "This, being tall." She stated as if it were obvious. He chuckled, pulling her down to his lips with a firm grasp to the back of her head, fingers twined in her sirens hair. She sighed against his lips, opening her mouth to him to recieve his tongue. Slowly it slid over her lower lip, gliding left to right until it sensuously slipped over her own. Her little wimper turned into a moan when his free hand slid up from her thy, finding it's way under her dress and moulding to the curve of her ass. His fingers searching blindly, his eyes widened and he pulled away from her. His grin wide and sly looked her in the eye. The feeling of the seems of her stockings under his fingertips was sexy enough, but when he found out she had on a garterbelt and a thong... he thought he'd die. She saw the look on his face. "What?" She cried. He shook his head. "You're gonna do me in!" He stated, grabbing her ass firmly. She tittered, squirming. "Behave Zac! Someone will see you!" She scolded. He chuckled. "Does it look like I care?" He teased, sliding his fingers between her legs, rubbing over the silky crotch of her panties. "Mmmm!" She wimpered. Shaking her head she pushed him away by his shoulders. "Stop!" She begged. He knew he'd gotten the best of her and backed off, his chuckle mostly to himself. She jumped down, most unlady like in her heels. Her dress, billowing up so he could see the tops of her stockings. He groaned, reaching out for her hand as he slamed the door shut. She walked beside him toward the busy resteraunt. "Big spender!" She teased, shoving him playfully with her shoulder. He laughed. "Hey, you wanna go pee or not? I could just pull over beside the road on the way home so you could use the bushes!" He teased back. She laughed riotously. "I give, you win!" She cried. He held the door open for her, watching her ass in front of him. Comming up beside her he grasped her elbow and leaned down, speaking quietly, trying to keep a low profile. "You want something? You didn't get any of the soda I got back at the club." He asked. She nodded. "Coke and a chocolate sundae, my sweet tooth is screaming!" She joked. He laughed and started toward the counter. She pulled him back by the sleeve. He looked at her questioningly, thinking she had changed her mind. She didn't speak, just reached into his coat pocket and pulled out her purse. He laughed, walking away from her as she hurried off. At the counter he was thankful that the place was next to empty, being so late it was almost a given. He placed his order with a tall blonde girl, waiting patiently for it as he stood and gazed around, whistling. The girl came back with the drinks and looked at him for a moment. He smiled, still whistling. She went back to get the rest of his order, as she was filling the fry box she looked over her shoulder at him. He smiled again, his whistle melting into a hum. He examined his nails, leaning against the counter when he saw Moirah come back toward him. His smile widened as she siddled up to him. His hand finding hers as his hum got louder. She smiled, recognizing the tune, bobbing her head to it a bit. The girl behind the counter watched the two as she was getting the icecream. Moirah broke out in song with his hum, dragging him too to let out the words. "Every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man!" They sang at each other, drawing stares from the smattering of patrons. Their song soon fell into a fit of gentle giggles as the girl returned to the counter. She grinned at the pair. "Gonna do that as a cover next tour?" She asked cheekily. He grinned at her. She was the coolest kind of fan. He shook his head. "Nah, I just like the song." He offered. "That's cool." The blonde said. He nodded, giving her a friendly wink as he took up the tray. He and Moirah turned and headed off for a table. She stole a fry. "Are you ever not hungry?" She teased. He laughed. "When I'm sleeping." He dead paned. She took her turn to laugh. "Then you dream about food huh?" She teased again. They laughed together and sat down at a tiny table. She held back her thoughts of her vision. But not entirely her giggle. He took if for after effects of the previous giddyness. She eyed him, thinking that she may sketch a few cartoons when she got back to the Hanson's house that night. Certainly the fodder was worthy. The tiny table in front of him, he being so large... well, to her twisted artists imagination it looked like he was seated in a highchair. She got a quick flash of a long haired, pony tailed, beefy baby Zac in a diaper sitting in a high chair banging on the tray with a pair of plastic spoons as he sucked on a pacifier. She smiled diviously to herself and tucked the thought away for later. She would most definately sketch it and give it to Jessica for blackmail purposes later as a gift. She almost couldn't wait to get back just so she could release the pent up humor she now harbored. "What are you grinning at?" He jokingly asked her. She shook her head, shrugging as she stole another of his fries. "I know you, you're up to something... tell me!" He accused then pleaded. "Nope, it's a secret." She stated firmly. "Please?" He gave her puppy eyes so pleading it nearly melted her. "Uh uh." She shook her head. "Fine!" He pouted, arms crossing his thick chest childishly as he poked out his lower lip. "Be that way. I didn't wanna know any how. Keep your stupid old secret. See if I care." He whined dramaticly with a huff. She broke down into a puddle of goo from her giggles. His face broke out of his little scene and he joined in her laughter. He shoved a handful of fries into his maw and she just laughed harder. He swallowed as quickly as he could. "What's so funny?" He demanded. "You!" She pointed, her eyes almost brimming over with mirthful tears. "How can you put on that award winning preformance, then turn around and stuff yourself as if you'd said nothing with out even cracking a grin?!" She asked. He slurped at his drink and grinned at her. "But, you see I did smile, laugh even." He reminded her. "You have no clue how hilarious you are, even when you're not trying to be funny." She let him know. He shook his head. "Women, I've been surrounded by you all my life and I know I'll never be able to firgure you out for as long as I live!" He huffed. She gave one last good trumpet of joy and let her laughter die down. She realized that the few people that had opted to come in to the resteraunt instead of the busy drive through window were staring at the two. Zac being so used to the sensation hadn't even realized it. But to her it was a new and unwelcomed experience. She often wondered how the guys had learned to live their live in a fish bow and not have it seemingly affect them. Sure she knew of the little things. Taylor's inferiority complex, but that was mild. Isaac's chronic bout's with insomnia on the road and his dependency on sleeping pills then. That seemed to be taken care of properly and not let gotten out of hand. Zac's paralizing fear of the crowds when he was feeling unprotected. She supposed that had stemed from the beginning of their carreer when he was still so young and small. She'd been told of the various times that he'd gotten lost in the meele. Swallowed up by the chaos of the crowd and being dramaticly rescued from the clutches of the mob. All of the younger kids having to fight for their privacy to just be themselves. When no child should ever have to contend with an over enthusiastic gathering of giggling teenaged girls. How many times had she watched those tapes of Walker's and heard the tiny voices call out, 'no pictures!' They shouldn't have to ask to be left alone. And poor Walker and Diana. They had to endure the pain and suffering of each of their childrens shouldered responsibilities and bare the burdons alongside them. And on top of all of that, so often they had to be seperated. A man and wife, so deeply in love and torn apart by time and distace in a valliant sacrifice to the love their children shared and the dream they held. They did so much for the sake of their children, the family that they had created from the eternaly deep love they themselves shared. It brought a tear to her every time she realized that all the time and effort that the whole family had put forth in the name of a passion for their talents. It also made her realize, she was slowly becomming a part of that very same world. She wondered if she could handle it. She knew she would fight for it, for the sake of hanging on to what she and Zac shared she would. But she wondered about the future. She rarely pondered what was to become of her life down the road. It scared her to know that she relied on wanting to choose everything so carefuly so that later on she wouldn't regret anything. She'd always lived her life vicariously, hand to mouth, day to day. Now she was thinking more and more about her life, her life with Zac. Her life that she was just now slowly building with him. She smiled. In her imagination, it was a perfect world. The life they would share would be blissful and all would be right in their universe. She sighed. She only hoped her reality could compare with her mind's visions. He smiled at her around a stolen spoonful of her icecream. Her heart skipped a beat. What did she have to worry about? He made her reality far outshine her imagination. What was she worried about? Her mind now more subdued she was no longer in the mood to finnish her ice cream. He happily took it off her hands and she did like watching him enjoy himself. It was enough for her. He was enough for her. She tidied the table and rose to take the tray to the trash. He watched her, her hypnotizing sway, the tiny bounce in her step, the way her hair would swing as it caressed her shoulders. Everything about her was something that he looked at with new eyes each time he beheld her. It made his love for her grow, and he was pleased with that effect she had on him. He stood and quickly shrugged back into his jacket. Taking up her purse and wrap he approached her from behind just as she placed the tray on top of the pile. He draped her wrap over her shoulders, bending down to her ear. "Do you think it too cold to go for a walk?" He whispered. She lay her head back as she slightly snuggled into his arms. Her eyes lightly closed, she breathed in the whole of his scent, warm, inviting, familiar. Her answer a breathy sigh. "No." Her simple reply. He kissed her temple lovingly. "Good." He returned as he let her go, letting her turn around. He handed her her purse and she handed him her hand. He led her from the harsh glare of the resteraunt lights and back out into the crisp shadows. They didn't speak as he opened his door. He lifted her and waited for her to scoot over before he climbed in behind her. As soon as she lay her purse on the seat she was already tending to switching the cd as he shut the door. He easily slung his arm over the back of the seat to back out, she sat back and lay her head against it and there they stayed in comfortable contact. She lay her hand on his thy, her small fingers carressing a pattern in time to the rhythmic lilt of John Lennon. She didn't even bother to watch the streets pass by as he headed to a quiet spot for them to enjoy the last of their evening together. Her gaze stayed on her hand as it matched the turns of voice seeping from the speakers. It wasn't long before he stopped the truck. She hadn't even noticed until his arm around her shoulders drew her tighter to him and his other hand covered hers, halting the dance of her fingers over the material upon his leg. She looked up to him, meeting his gaze before she indulged in a simple smile. His eyes were what captured her, they always had been. His eyes held an earnestness so rare in any being. It was simple and bold. It made her feel safe, inside, where she needed it the most. He answered her affection with a smile of his own, small in appearance but so very large in what it held in offerance. He whispered a kiss over her lips, drawing back his words were quiet and loving. "Do you like it?" He asked. At first she thought he were asking the absurd question of whether or not if she enjoyed the kiss. Of course she had. Each of his kisses were a treasure, priceless upon themselves. When she saw his eyes dart toward the windshield she understood and followed his gaze. Taking in a lovely sight she held her breath. The moon, now high, danced over the watter, shattering it's beauty a million fold. The darkened skies held the aura of the city at bay, making her sigh in contentment. She almost was reluctant to turn away from it, but knew the beauty at her side far outshone that of the river. "It's lovely!" She softly exclaimed. His smile widened, pleased with himself for pleasing her. He shut off the truck and the purr of the engine died with Lennon's Imagination. He reached for the door handle and pulled away from her to exit the vehicle. She hurridly followed, having felt distraught over the loss of his body from beside her own. He was waiting for her. He stood, hand held out to her as if it were his heart on a silver platter he was offering up instead of the simple act of assistance. She took his hand and pulled him close, tingling when once more his heat siddled up against her own. He wrapped her in his arms and she held him to her breast as she would her most treasured possession. For he was. He reached for her lips, granting her a whisper of affection that left her akin to speechless. His hands on her body were a language in itself, one he spoke elequently. She carressed the back of his neck and giggled when she felt the gooseflesh rise. "Your hands are cold." He gave in explanation. His grin so childlike in innocence but she knew the ancient feel in his eyes belied that. Her arms encircled about his neck and she surprized him, pushing off from the runningboard and sliding down his body. He laughed with her, loving every moment of it and almost wishing to place her back on her perch for a replay of the event. But he couldn't bring himself to remove her from her current residence. Her laugh was soft and her nose was pressed against his chest while he folded her in his embrace. He stepped back with her and shut the door, loving the way she looked up to him. He joined her crystal laugh and met her eyes as their matching grins shone back at eachother in the dark of night. Everything he'd been searching for was right there, settled in the green seas of her eyes. It was a feeling he'd never experienced before and he was giddy from it. He pulled her to his side and embraced her as tightly as she embraced him. Together they headed toward the riverbank and strolled along with the swift current. The shadow of the night made it easy to keep the hush that fell between them. Conversation was quiet and devotion was the strength behind each word. They walked along, arms about each other and minds milling over their own thoughts as smaller thoughts were shared. She pulled them to a stop for a moment under a large beech tree, sighing out over the swift water. "I'd love to photograph this." She said in all simplicity. "You should." He replied. "Next time I come home." She told him, still watching the dancing moon. He almost cried at those words. He stepped behind her and stooped to gather her in his embrace. Laying tender kisses against her neck he tingled as he felt her shiver. "Cold?" He asked in a quiet tone. She shook her head, turning to face him. She slid her arms around him under his coat and lay against his body, pressing their collective warmth together. He dropped another kiss to the top of her head and felt her shiver again. Knowing that it was he and not the chilly wind that made her shiver brought to him an emotion he had no name for. His fingers sank into her hair and his thumb stroked over her cheek. A gentle tug and he drew her eyes up to meet his in the dim light. He nearly lost his breath when her beauty stole it. "I love you. You are my everything. Do you know this?" He asked her. His voice to the point of breaking over the intensity of how he felt. Her eyes glowed with her knowledge. She nodded, barely able to hold back the tears of joy. "I feel the same for you. I love you more than I thought could be possible. I never knew..." She tried to explain. Lost on trying to find the right way to express it with words. He knew. He knew what she wanted to say, for he wanted to say it too. They told eachother in the best way they knew how to convey thier emotional feelings toward each other. He bent to her mouth and tasted of her soul. He felt her body quake beneath his touch, more than just a shiver she was shatterd from his love and her very being was falling apart inside. He could feel the strength of it. He held her tighter, wanting never to give her back to the world. Her hands moved over his skin, warm now, warm and softly inviting. He pulled her wrap from her, letting it fall and snuggling her into his coat even more. His attempt to make them one as he felt of her satin skin under the roughened tips of his fingers. Her head tilted back in pleasure when she felt of the rumble low and deep in his chest. He took advantage of it and swooped down to taste the delicasy of her neck and exposed shoulder. Her tiny little moans carried on the wind and drifted past his ears. His hands sought out the perfection of her body, every inch of it. The wind picked up and began to gust harshly against the lovers only serving to push them closer together. She sighed into his mouth and he put back the pieces of her he'd smashed with his last kiss. She rained gentle kisses over his skin and set him on fire. Slowly he turned her, putting his back to the chilling wind to keep her warmer. She leaned against the tree, her hands drawing him to her as she tugged at his undershirt. He felt her kick off her heels and dipped that much lower to reach her mouth once more. Her hands tangled with the stretchy cotton of his undershirt as her fingers crept up underneath it. He moaned as her cold little fingers teased his nipples and her stocking covered foot slid up over his calf. The way she touched him, it sent his mind on a carnival ride. Her little moans were a symphony to his heart and he played with the volume as he let her voice escape then captured it with his mouth on hers. He bent more to her, trailing sucking little kisses from spot to spot as he traveled down over her jaw to her throat and onto her chest. He lifted her into his arms and stood tall. Her legs wrapped around him tightly and he leaned them against the tree. His head nuzzled into the crook of her neck and he whispered to her in the darkened night. "I want you so bad! The ache you cause drives me insane with pleasure!" Her breath got heavy and she leaned away from him, loving his nips on her neck. "Oh god baby..." She wimpered, her hands tugging at his hair and loosening the tightly plaited collumn. He ground against her, showing her exactly what she did to his body. Her kisses began to be more desperate when his hands found their way to her back and began to unzip her dress. Loosing it's hold on her form her dress sagged and the tiny straps slid off her shoulders. He held her with one hand and pulled the loose fabric from her breasts. He groaned with delight at the smokey rubies that waited for his touch. Cupping the heft of her bossom he let his thumb brush over the tightened skin, his touch elliciting a moan from her. "Jesus baby, you make me so crazy!" He growled into her neck. He sucked at her pulse and dove down to taste the stiffened peaks of her nipples. Lapping at the hardened nub of one breast, he pleasured her other with expert fingers. She cried out in pleasure and he rewarded her by sucking in her tingling flesh. His hand held her up against the tree as he cradled her firm ass, loving the tiny thrusts of her hips. The wind blew hard and swirled around them, her hair tumbled into her face and fought to work it's way into his mouth. He pushed it away as she tried to free her face of it's constriction. She let out a frusterated grumble as she battled with her tresses. He let go her nipple and stood to find her eyes. He chuckled when he saw her face, or rather her hair infront of her face. He helped her smooth it back and she gave him a grateful smile before the wind returned to it's tricks once more. She huffed in exasperation and he took pity on her. He pressed his knee against the tree to hold her up and as he balanced her. He used both hands to pull her hair back. She held tightly to his shoulders under his coat and waited patiently for him to do what he could. He twisted her hair up into a quick knot and held it as he leaned once more to her mouth. She pressed to him, her body craving him like air. He slid his hand back under her posterior as his foot returned to the ground. Gently he tugged her head back and his eyes glazed over at the sight of her creamy throat. He nuzzled his nose against her jaw, lapping at her tender flesh. He bit gently and felt her writhe in his embrace. He sank his mouth onto her tender flesh where her graceful neck joined the exquisite flesh of her shoulder. He sucked at her, tasting of her, wanting take her into him and keep her there. He sucked at her harder and harder the more she thrusted at him. He wanted to touch and taste all of her, everywhere, all at once. His mind was overloaded with want and pleasure. Her hands kneaded at his flesh as his assult continued. His hips meeting her thrust for thrust in desire of satiating his hunger. "Zac... please!" She was nearly begging, she wanted more. Her chest heaving, he could feel her nipples rasping over him, it made him dizzy. His fingers crept from cupping the cheek of her ass, migrating toward her dampened panties. First his index finger found the edge and he slid his finger into the leg of her panties. He slowly slid his hand up under her skirt, deeper into her underware and closer to her acheing need. His fingers quickly became moist from her and he groaned at the touch. Her flesh hotly branding his fingers he slipped into her, the tightness taking his breath. "Ohhhh..." Her moan was loud and wonton. He loved to hear her in her pleasure. In it's harshness the wind bit at them. They ignored it. Their heat far greater in amount then that of the gnawing cold. He released her hair and grabbed her ass, allowing his other hand to give up the support. He took his fingers from her warmth and she wimpered with the loss. He shifted her weight, holding her up and against the tree's thick trunk. He tore his hand out from under her dress as he bit at her lower lip. He kissed her with ferosity, stealing her breath as she had his. Tearing his mouth away from her he shoved his wetted fingers past his swollen lips, sucking and licking, making her cry out for want of him. She screwed her eyes shut tight, trying to gain control of herself lest she cry. He had teased her beyond the point of bearence. He saw her desperation and apeased her ache. He shoved his hand between them and slid it down her body, groping her, driving her mad with desire. He tore at her dress, tugging it up, his fingers diving beneath and into her wetness. His fingers filling her, egding her toward infinity. He loved watching her face as she writhed in extasy. He captured her succulent throat again and attacked her tender flesh as his fingers assulted her womanhood. Her moans were causing his mind to explode in wildfire flashes. He worked his thumb gently over her clit as she slammed against his fingers. He was feeling desperate now. He had to watch her cum. Had to know that he was the only man that could make her body scream and her mind reel as her voice called out his name and his name alone. The rain began then, cold and unforgiving as he watched her heat spread out over her body. It pelted against the back of his neck and poured over his head. He was in such euphoria himself just watching her he was having a hard time keeping control of his own body, he hardly even noticed the rain. What he did notice was the way her lips parted, rain slicked and swollen when she moaned. Her hair lay plastered against her throat, flooding his memory of watching her as she carved stone. She was close, so very close he could feel her gripping at him, all of his body. He could taste the blood on his tongue as he bit his lip, trying to stop himself from cumming. He wanted her first. He watched her face contort in pleasure and pain. The dropplets of frigid rain clinging to her long lashes, the bitter wind cooling her flushed face. A streak of lightning shot overhead and her eyes shot open and piered his soul. " oh god... yesss... OH! Zaaac..." Her moan connected with his heart and his soul cried out in joy. He held her tightly as he eased his fingers from her. Her head lay against the slick bark and he watched her pant as she tried to gain her breath. Her lips were trembling and he could feel the difference of the shudder of her body. It was no longer of pleasure, but of cold. "Fuck baby. You're freezing!" He wailed as he touched his lip to her cheek. She opened her eyes slowly to him, her teeth chattering oddly in the thick night. She laughed lightly, it shattered his heart. "I'm sorry baby, let's get you back to the truck and warm you up." He offered. She only nodded as he let her slide back down to the ground. Her whole body was shaking against his as she pressed to him for warmth. Her leg slid between his her thy rubbed at the aching erection cramped inside of his pants. He groaned, his head falling back and the cold rain kissing his heated face. He grabbed her arms and pulled her away. He looked down to her. "Later baby. First we gotta get you warmed up. You're gonna catch your death out here." He told her. She nodded and reached for her shoes. He grouped in the dark for her discarded wrap and came up empty. When he stood she was just pulling the straps of her dress back up over her shoulders. He quickly whipped off his jacket and bundled her up. He could feel her shaking and the comical chatter of her teeth made him chuckle. He swept her up and strode off toward the truck. She didn't protest. That's when he knew how cold she really was. She snuggled into his chest and hid her face from the wind. His undershirt was soaked long before he got back to the truck. He was shivering himself. He hoisted her up onto the seat and tucked the coat around her. He grabbed an old sweatshirt from behind his seat and jumped in. The engine roared to life and John Lennon invaded the quiet. He cranked the heater up and snuggeled her against his side. "I'm sorry baby. I should have gotten you back to the truck as soon as it started to rain." He appologized. "I would have killed you if you'd stopped." She laughed. He joined her mirth. Well at least she wasn't mad. He turned frontward and prepared to take her home. She reached for him and he had all he could do to shake his head and refuse her. "Not now baby, I need to get you home and get you out of those clothes." He told her with little conviction. She giggled. "You can get me out of them now... and you refuse? Are you the same man I fell in love with?" She laughed at him. He joined her laughter. "Very funny, make it even more difficult for me why don't you?" He teased. He turned to her once more, laying his hand on her chilled fleshy cheek. "I want you more than ever now, but I think your health is more important. Look at you, you're freezing to death. Your teeth are chattering for christ's sake." He pointed out. She pressed his hand to her face, loving the touch. "Not that that little sound isn't oh so sexy..." He teased. She laughed again. "Fine then, have your way with me... whatever demented way you want, you know... you can either make love to me now or take me home and play nurse... whatever gets you off." She pushed him. He chuckled. "You're not gonna make this easy are you?" He asked. She shook her head mischieviously, though it looked rather funny with her still shivering. He steeled his resolve and backed out of the space he'd parked in. They left the river behind and with it, a small piece of them. She huddled against his side all the way back to the house, his arm wrapped firmly around her, rubbing up and down her arm trying to warm her. By the time they pulled into the yard she had stopped shivering but she was still cold to the touch despite the heater going full blast. She hurriedly picked up her shoes and purse, before she had time to put on her shoes he was already out of the truck. He reached in for her. "Come here baby. Let's get you inside and dried off so you can warm up." She let him wrap his arms around her, if it made him happy to take care of her, then she was happy. He cradled her in his arms and pushed the truck door shut with his hip. He hurried up the walk to get her out of the rain. He set her down and unlocked the door as quickly and quietly as he could. The house was dark and silent atesting to the fact that everyone had been in bed for some time. She entered the house with him close behind. He locked the door once more and turned to her. He took the coat from her shoulders and threw it over the newel post. She shuddered a bit and he scooped her up and headed up the stairs with her. When he got to the top of the stairs his parents door opened in the dark hallway. "Zac? Is that you?" His mother's soft whisper called out. "Yeah Mom. It's us. It's late, why are you still up?" He asked as Moirah snuggled into his body more for heat. A soft light burst through the hall and his eyes took a minute to focus. "The storm woke me." His mother told him as she came out to the hall. "My, what happened to you two?" She asked when she noticed the dreadful state they were in. "Got caught in the rain." He shrugged. His mother nodded quickly. "You'd better get her upstairs and into something dry, she's gonna catch cold." She warned him as she noticed the gooseflesh over Moirah's skin. "I'll be ok as soon as I get out of these wet things." Moirah toned softly. Diana nodded. She saw the dried trickle of blood at the corner of Zac's mouth and wondered what the hell had gone on. She thought better than to ask, she really didn't think it was any of her business. "I'll see you in the morning then." She told the two. "Night Ma." He whispered. "Goodnight Diana." Moirah sighed. Diana shut the door to her room and shortly the soft light went out from under her door. Zac headed off to the other end of the hall. She expected him to take her upstairs but instead he lightly kicked the door open to the girls bathroom. He set her down and leaned over to turn on the small light on Jess's vanity. The soft glow illuminated the room warmly. He faced her, taking her shoes and purse from her hand, setting them on the chair. He didn't speak, only bent to kiss her sweetly, gently, lovingly. He reached behind her and slowly unzipped her dress, letting the thin straps fall away from her shoulders. He pushed her hair back from her face and kissed her again. He knelt before her and tugged the dress past her hips, letting it cascade to the floor. She stepped out of it and he pushed it aside. His hands circled her waist as he reached up for another kiss from her. His hands reaching behind her and snapping open the garters on each of the backs of her legs. He trailed tiny kisses down her neck and over her throat as he reached for the snaps at the tops of her thys. He gripped at her hips, his thumbs rubbing over the lace of her garter. His left hand reached toward her tummy and traced her navel, letting his fingertips graze down over her flesh until he reached the small satin cord. He tugged at it, letting it loosen the garter that it tied together. He let it fall away from her and it joined her dress. He sat back on his heels and gently lifted her tiny foot to rest on his knee. She steadied herself with a hand to his shoulder, looking down on this man so gentle and loving as he took care of her. He kissed her thy, letting his fingers skim over her soft flesh and as he circled her thy. He rolled down her stocking with one hand, his other, lightly gliding down over the back of her leg and following the seem of her stocking. He pulled it from her body, his index fingers lightly grazing the bottom of her little foot as he tossed that aside too. He placed her foot back onto the soft rug she stood on and gave his attention to her other leg in the same mannor. Kissing her tiny toes as the nylon slid off and joined the rest of her clothes. He put her foot back down on the floor and looked up to her. His eyes were so full of love, it made her heart ache. He stood, looming far above her. He only looked down at her, his fingers tracing over her delicate jaw. He stepped away from her, behind her. She heard him start the shower then his hands were on her shoulders. She leaned back against him, sighing. He kissed the top of her head and a whisper of devotion curled out, filling the room. "I love you." His voice raspy and raw. She wanted to cry from the overwhelming emotion she felt. He tightened his embrace of her, folding her in his love. "As I do you." She said softly. He squeezed her tighter, her simple words making his soul dance. His hands glided over her body and settled on her hips. He kissed his way down her back as he knelt behind her. She could feel his hot breath against her buttocks. His rough fingers carressed her soft skin of her hips, hooking his thumbs into the waist of her panties. They glided down over her legs and she shivered with the kiss he placed on the back of her thy. His hands at her ankles she stepped out of them and they too joined the rest of her clothes. She turned to him, looking down on the man she loved so dearly. His dark glittering eyes drew her in and she almost wept with the intensity of love she felt radiating from him. She kissed him, kissed him with a tidal wave of emotion as it flooded her, kissed him to show him how much she felt for him. The kiss heated and he rose, never leaving her lips. Wrapping her naked body in his strong embrace, his hand tangled in her sopping hair and he tilted her back, supporting her back with is other hand as he delved into her, tasted her, sucked out her soul to tie it with his own. He tore himself away from her, his eyes staring into her very heart knowing he'd touched her soul. His eyes widened, he set her up straight, letting go of her and abruptly left the room. She knew he was feeling overwhelmed and left for sake of his sanity. Knew that he wanted so much the same things she did, but the pain of knowing they couldn't have it... it was so hard to bear. She stepped into the shower, the hot liquid immediately helping ease the cold but did nothing to lessen the ache she felt in want of him. She leaned against the wall, her tears comming strongly now. She didn't want to be away from him. She wanted to be with him, always at his side. She wanted nothing more then to wake each morning and stare into his calm face. Lay down her weary body each night and curl her self around him in contented bliss. It hurt knowing that it was an impossibility right now. Her hope held out that they would find a way to make it work, they would be together. She washed her hair and body, going through the motions dully. She stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself. She gathered up her belongings and traipsed off up to the guestroom to dress. Throwing her wet things on the bathroom floor in her room she took the towel from her body. Rubbing at her hair she went to the dresser and took out something to put on. She tossed the towel behind her and slipped into her night clothes. The ache in her heart was twisting her soul as she turned down the bed. She reached over to the light and turned it out. In the dark she stopped, her heart and soul screaming at her foolishness. She ignored the pleads of her mind and left the room. The house was silent and she followed it's lead. She surprized herself at how calmly and slowly she took her trek down the hall. Every door was passed until she got to the last door on the left at the other end of the hallway. A deep breath escorted her into the room. A rustle of fabric and slight creek of the bed. "Baby?" His soft voice drifted over through the darkness. She stood in the doorway, her eyes adjusting to the shadows of the room. "Is something wrong?" He sat up, a flash of brightest light filled the room in an instant and was gone again with the next breath they took. She flinched with the booming crack that followed it. She slowly stepped into the room. Her breath quick and unsteady. He held out a hand to her. "Come here." He softly commanded. She quietly closed the door behind her and neared him, taking the hand he proffered. His fingers, warm and rough, wrapped over her small hand and drew her towards his body. She knelt on the bed, a shiver of being so close to him overtook her for the briefest of moments. He slid his arm around her, bringing her to settle against his warm flesh. "It's just a storm." He hushed to her. She took in a ragged breath. Speaking for the first time since he'd left her earlier her voice tiptoed out of her mouth. "I know. But it's the storm inside that made me come to you." She whispered. He brought her down to sit in his cross legged lap, wrapping his large arms around her slight frame. He held her close and lay a tender kiss at her temple. In the quiet, between the next two thunderous roars, he brought her to his side and lay her down, covering her in his flannel comforter and his sweetest of kisses. She accepted his mouth and with it his unconditional love. As she always had. He offered her so much in his simple actions. She wanted all he had to offer, and he was willing to give her most everything. Her words were stark in the darkness, standing alone and as an ediface in it self. "Make love to me." He sighed against her throat. His head hung and body slumped. That was the one thing he had decided he couldn't give to her yet. It wasn't... it just didn't feel right. He wanted to give to her the best of what he offered. And he knew, if he gave to her that one simple wish, it would be diminished somehow. He didn't understand it, but... he wasn't looking at it from a logical point of view either. He was going on pure instinct now. His heart cried out to give in as did his body. His mind tried to weigh all the importantcies of whether or not if he should. But it was his soul he was paying attention to. He pulled away from her, sitting up on the edge of the bed and tossing back the covers to place his feet on the floor. His head sank to his hands as he propped his elbows on his knees. She sat up too, bringing her body dangerously close to his. Her flesh pressed against his back, stinging him like nettles. He wanted to touch her, bring to her the joys she asked for. It killed him knowing he couldn't. It smothered his soul in dispair to say to her what he knew he must. "We can't Moirah." She kissed his bare shoulder, her small hands carressing the chilled flesh. "Tell me what's so heavy on your mind love." She asked. His sigh was so forlourn it pricked at her. The deep rumble of his voice made her flesh tremble where she was pressed against his strong back. He sat up straight, his face to the window as he watched fingers of lightning grasp at the sky. "I want to. I want to so badly it burns a hole in my very core to even so much as touch you." He said softly, turning his face back to the floor. She sat up behind him, her knees pressing into his lower back some as she wrapped her arms about his shoulders in comfort. She lay her head on his shoulder, her breath light against his icefire flesh. "You know I don't feel right about us doing anything in my parents house..." She nodded. She understood for they had talked about the way he was raised and his enourmous amount of respect he held for the parents he loved so much. "At least let me make you feel good... let me return the gesture of the evening." She offered. He wanted more than a bit of slap and tickle to get satisfaction and roll over like a sated dog. He shook his head. "I want all of you Moirah, and it's killing me not having you... but..." He swallowed and she waited for him to continue. She knew he was wrestling with something in his mind. "I just don't think I could stand having you only once, then be forced to let you go." He turned around to her, catching her eyes glimmering in the dark. He snatched up her tiny hands in his and pressed them to his chest. "I need more than that Moirah. I need all of you, forever." He said, squeezing her hands against his taught body. She wanted to cry. She could palpably feel the emotions he poured out to her. She understood... she knew he was a passionate being, and this only proved to ennouciate it more to her. Still, she had to clear up a few things. "If it hadn't have rained...?" She toned softly. He pulled her chin up to make her eyes meet his in the darkened room. "I would have, yes. But after I kissed you in the bathroom... I was going to take that shower with you... I was going to..." He let go her hand and placed a rough palm on each of her cheeks, cradling her face close to his. "I realized how badly your love has infected me... to the very marrow of my being... I loved the feeling, and I didn't want to loose that by making a mistake or forcing something that we really weren't ready for. Perfection is unattainable, I know that. But I also know that making love to you... really making love to you, not the playing we've indulged in... I know, in my heart, that is something more than I can bear now. If I were to be given a taste, and have it yanked away... I'd die." She sighed with him. His words so strong... she was taken by surprize. She understood now why he'd left, understood now more than ever. "I understand my love. I do. I won't ask again." She promised. He sighed. "We will get through this. Won't we?" He asked, just needing to know, needing that little reassurance of her comforting words. She sat up on her knees, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips. She touched his face with such a loving and tender caress that it made his heart sing. "Of course we will, sometime. We just need to be patient, a time will come and we will be shown the way. You know it as well as I do." She said with confidence. In the dark his sigh was heavy, the wait eating away at him. Silently she wiped away the wet streak on his cheek, leaning up to show him her devotion with a kiss. He pulled her to him, wrapping his body around hers as much as he could, trying to make them one entity. "I just need you to hold me." He whispered so low she was almost sure it was said in her mind. She tightened her grasp on him, rocking his bulky frame in a silent lullabye. Her tears were given free reign and she let them flow over her chilled cheeks. A ragged cleansing breath escaped him and he sat up straighter, pulling her away from him. His small laugh was heaven sent to her ears. "Ok, enough. We can do this. We are stronger together, aren't we?" He said with conviction, asking her to agree. She nodded, sniffling. He tenderly laughed again and got up from the bed. He crossed the room to the desk, leaving her alone in the bed for a moment that felt like a lifetime to her. He came back, handing her a tissue as he slid back beneath the covers and rubbed at the goosebumps on his chilled arms. She echoed his soft laugh and wiped at her tear streaked face, dabbing at her nose. "I'm such a sappy mess." She chided herself. "But your my sappy mess... and to me you're beautiful." He said, stroking her cheek. She chuckled. "It must be true love if you find me at all attractive with puffy eyes and swollen lips after a good cry." She joked as she rose for one more tissue. "You know I do." He said softly as he watched her across the room. She threw the tissues into the basket beside the desk and turned back to him. The flashes of bright light illuminating him in the small room. It was almost sur-real to watch him stretch out his hand to her in the almost strobe effect cast from the skies outside. A deafening crack made the earth shudder and she caught her breath. "Come to bed." He whispered. His words were louder than the thunder in her mind. Padding over the carpet in his quiet room she went to him in all of the needs he held out to her. He opened the blankets to her and welcomed her into his bed. Sliding into his embrace she sighed, she felt at home. She snuggled up to him, reveling in his warmth and strength. "I do love you. No other man could ever make me feel everything you do." She said quietly against his throat as he held her. He held her closer. "You make me a man." He sighed. She kissed his throat as he spoke. She chased his adams apple with her tongue as he swallowed. "Just remember the limits... don't let me forget them, please?" He begged. She nodded, getting to her knees and bending down to him to savor one of his kisses. "I promised." She whispered against his ear. He shivered, and no thunder or chilled air could make him quake the way she could. His hands slipped up under the hem of her tank top to feel of her warm soft flesh. Her sigh breezed through his hair on the back of his neck where she was laying a track of tiny kisses down the side of his neck. She straddled his hips and his body screamed out the joys of their contact. She kissed him hard and full of passion, he returned it with ferocity. Gripping at her hips he moaned lowly as she ground into his growing hardness. "Shhh..." She warned him, laying a finger delicately over his thick lips. He nodded, a small wimper loosening from his throat. His hands skimmed over her flesh, collecting her shirt and pulling it off over her head. He watched her hair spill over her shoulders and swing against her supple breasts. His fingers found her tightened nipples, running the pad of his thumb over them, loving the sigh he recieved. "You're so beautiful..." His words soft, yet strong. She stretched against him, like a cat at midnight, her body moving against his. He sucked at her smooth throat and let his tongue wander down to the delicate flesh between her pendulous breasts. Gripping the headboard she held herself up as he assulted her nipples with fingers and mouth. Her breathing heavy, and soft moans filling the room from the pair, her hips undulated over his. Her heat stroking his stiff member, only two thin layers of underclothes stood between their nirvana and damnation. He sat up, taking her with him, never letting go his hold of her. She wrapped her legs about his narrow hips, rocking in his lap in simulated love making thrusts. "My god woman, do you have any idea what you do to me?" He whined, tasting the flesh of her shoulder. Her mouth sought out his again, stifling any more of his words. He tore her away from him, turning on his hip and pressing her to the bed beneath him to his side. "Touch me Moirah... please, I need to feel you!" The craving of his voice screaming out his plead. Her hands washed down over his body, stroking every tight muscle and rigid angle of bone under flesh making him shudder. He shoved at the offending material that stood between them, her hands gliding over his hips to assist him. His stiffened shaft sprang forth, heated and oozing nectar. Her cold fingers danced over the curve of his backside, swirling luridly against his hip to trickle down his leg. The soft touch of her nails moving up the inside of his thy was almost too much to bear. He cried out in his need, a simple gutteral sound she knew. The tips of her fingers barely brushing over the plumpness of his tightening balls she answered him. "Shhh love, let it last, take your time." She soothed, wanting him to enjoy the drops of euphoria as they assulted his body, slithering into his core. He bit his lip and nodded, slowly laying his body down beside hers. A tender slow movement slid up the entire length of his blulk, circling the base and repeating again over the angry red head. He sucked in his breath, his world melting away now only her touch existed. She leaned into him, laying her body against the tensing muscles of his arm. Her whisper a breeze through his mind. "Enjoy yourself..." Her thumb ran over the ridge of his cockhead and he moaned, his body stiffening. "Shhh..." She reminded him. His arm raised above her head and circled her, allowing her to lay against his thick chest. She stroked him, a fist over his velvet flesh, long languid caresses. "Ohhh..." His soft cry. She nuzzled her nose against his hot skin then shoved her chin out to reach her tongue to the small brown nipple before her. "Fuck!" He hissed, his hand tearing at the headboard above them. Indescribable was her touch on his hard cock but the feeling of her in his heart at that moment was otherworldly. As her lips and tongue teased his stiffened little nipple her hand was dancing over his prick. Her pace quickening and tightening, every stroke she let her fingers tease the fleshy purple head of his cock, the veins pulsing with his rapidly beating heart. His hips began to thrust out of need. His rumbling groan errupting deep from within his chest. With the next flash of blinding light from the angered skies she bolted upright and fell against his hip, her mouth taking command where her hand had previously reigned. "Oh God!" He cried out. Her mouth now occupied she could no longer shush him. His fingers tangled in her long curls as he pumped into her mouth. Her hand firmly wrapped around the base of his shaft jerked in time to her loving ministrations of tongue and lips. Her mouth making love to him like she wished her body could. His needful growl, primal as he thrusted at her like an animal. "Fuck yes Moirah! Oh god baby I love you! Ohhh... Moirahhhh..." His final thrust accompanied with a grunt. Finally his body relaxed, all that filled the room was his heavy panting and the soft rustle of him pulling her body up and against his as she covered them. She wiped at her numb lips, pushing away the last of his traces. His shuddering breath sounded with the low grumble of the distant thunder. He tightened his grip of her, bending to kiss the top of her head. There was no need for words. What was between them far expanded past mere sound that existed in time. He felt her move next to him and settle into a comfortable position, her leg sliding over one of his and her breasts pressing into his side as her hair flowed over his forearm, he cradled her. Sleep was a gift to them, they accepted it graciously and gladly. return unto me take a flying leap step back bitch jump back bitch run away bitch stay away bitch don't come back bitch take that bitch in the beginning *On My Knees* spit or swallow? email me!