Title: Caught In The Act

  Rating: NC-17

  Category: Romance

  Spoilers: TM

  Status: Complete

  Disclaimer: If we owned these characters we wouldn't have to write this, they'd be doing it onscreen!

 

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  Rick quickly crossed the threshold of his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. It had been a God-awful day. He'd been helping Evelyn out sorting her "bit of a mess" in the library and things had been fine up until then. It was only afterwards when they had agreed to take a break that the trouble had started. He kicked off his boots, cursing as he remembered what had happened.

 

  She had sat down next to him and he had looked up and what he saw took his breath away. Her face was red with flush and her skin was slightly sweaty. He couldn't take his gaze off of her, she looked so damn gorgeous. He remembered staring at that luscious lower lip of hers and how his gaze had travelled down to the gap of her blouse. He'd been sitting there drooling like an idiot and all she had done was ask him what was wrong.

 

  "Uh...nothing," he'd stammered in reply, not telling her that what was really wrong was that he wanted to strip her naked and make love to her on the spot. She had been looking at him with such concern in his eyes that he felt guilty for even thinking of her in such a way while she was innocently inquiring about his well-being. She had asked him if he was feeling ill; the only illness he was suffering from at that time was a hard-on the size of Texas. He had excused himself awkwardly, folding his jacket over one arm and placing it conveniently over the bulge in his pants and had hurried off to his room to relieve a little tension so to speak.

 

  So that's where he was now, pulling off his shirt and letting it fall carelessly to the floor. His hands went to his pants, fumbling at the buckle of his belt for a moment before finally gaining some semblance of control and getting the damn thing unfastened. He yanked on the zipper, pushing his pants down and kicking them off. His boxer shorts were the last to come off and he sighed in relief when his cock sprang free from its confinement.

 

  He resisted the urge to touch himself there and then; instead, he crossed over to the bed, flopping onto his back and staring at the ceiling. His eyes slipped shut and involuntarily, his mind went back to Evelyn and how she had looked earlier. God, she had never looked so beautiful and he was almost unaware of when his hand moved down to his cock, lightly beginning to stroke himself. It was only when he breathed her name that he realised what he had been doing. He mentally chastised himself.

 

  'Dammit man, don't jack off thinking about her! She deserved better than that!' his mind screamed and a fresh wave of guilt washed over him for what he had been doing. He couldn't do it. He let go of his penis, then gasped sharply in regret at the loss of contact.

 

  He groaned in frustration. God, he needed relief, but he was torn. He felt guilty as hell for even thinking about the only woman he'd ever loved in that way, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. It was she who made him so hard all thoughts left his head, she who brought him to arousal merely by sending a smile his way.

 

  His hands started to stray at the mental image of that sweet smile and the next thing he knew, he was gripping his cock, moving his fist up and down the shaft with agonising slowness. He sighed, grazing the tip of his cock on the upstroke and rubbing the pre-cum around a little, moaning at he concentrated on the head and he let his eyes fall shut again.

 

  His breathing grew heavier as the movements of his hand quickened, his hips rising up to meet his fist. His mouth was parted and he licked his lips, sweat beginning to bead on his brow from his exertions. His free hand moved down to gently stroke his balls, trying to soothe the ache in them.

 

  It wasn't long until he was frantically fucking his fist, grunting with every thrust, panting hard. God, it felt so good, but vaguely, he thought it would be so much better if it was her hand stroking him. He tried to imagine not his own rough, calloused hands, but her small, soft fingers around him and his back arched as he moaned loudly.

 

  He thought of her when he bucked his hips one last time; called out her name when he came. Afterwards, he lay weakly on the bed, trying to catch his breath. He came round a few moments later, suddenly aware of the fact that he had come all over himself. Lovely, he thought. He'd have to get cleaned up.

 

  He shifted on the bed, sighing a little, but when he opened his eyes, he got the shock of his life. Standing right there in the doorway staring at him was Evelyn.

 

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  The day had started out as normal and when Evelyn had woken up that morning, she hadn't even begun to think about what sorts of twists and turns it would necessarily take. For her, it would be a day of cleaning up her *bit of a mess* and spending time with Rick. Evelyn was rather clumsy and of this she was well aware, but that she would stumble upon Rick laying in bed furiously stroking himself justified as her clumsiest step ever.

 

  It was in no way that she was sorry she did, in fact it was probably the fact that she wasn't sorry she had. They had known each other about a month and yet she still had no idea that he thought about her so. Always as innocent as a lamb. He was laying there and touching himself and she couldn't pry her eyes away from him. It was intoxicating and she scolded herself horribly as the blood rushed to her face, and more surprisingly, to her centre. She chewed her lip and kept watching him.

 

  He was well-built and attractive in her eyes. The curve of his legs that connected to his thigh and his thigh of course connected to his well-blessed cock. His chest was bare and she wanted to run forward and stroke her hands in the hairs and it shocked her that she should be having such thoughts. It all sent a pleasurable tingling feeling through her body. Then he began crying out for her, rubbing himself faster and faster until his cock gave way and he hit ecstasy. She knew she should run before he saw her, pretend that she hadn't seen a thing and yet she was frozen in place.

 

  It was embarrassment that she felt when her body responded to his self-touching. She was surprised at herself and confused for having such thoughts about him that no unwed woman was supposed to have. Unable to comprehend it all, she turned and ran, leaving him staring at the space she had just left.

 

  Once in her room, she hoped the feeling would pass, but it didn't. She lay down on bed, her breathing heavy and her heart stuck between her throat and her centre. She was feeling rather hot by now and she reached up to the buttons on her blouse, popping them open one by one. When she pressed a hand to her breast, it felt good and she chewed her lip as she contemplated. The door was locked, right...would it hurt so very much if she touched her bosom? She undid the clasp of her bra and threw it aside.

 

  Her fingers trailed over the soft flesh, but it didn't satisfy her, only made her want more so slowly, she let her hand travel downward. "Evelyn don't do this, its not proper," she told herself, but she couldn't seem to make herself stop as she climbed out of her skirt.

 

  She tugged at the rim of her panties, slipping her hand inside. She wasn't stupid, she knew what sex was, but she had always been told to wait for marriage to be intimate. Yet here she was pushing her fingers through the curls at the juncture of her thighs, separating the soft folds so that she could feel the wet warmth there, gasping out at her own touch.

 

  She ran her fingers over the most sensitive places and then pushing them inside herself. What would his fingers feel like inside of her? What would his cock feel like inside of her? What would it be like to hear him scream her name or whisper it in her ear? Each thought pushed her closer to desperation and made her want to experience those forbidden things. If it was wrong for her to do this, why did it feel so very good? She didn't care as she thrust her fingers into her vagina, her hips bucking into her palm. She tossed her head about, calling out his name softly. She knew now why he had cried for her and found herself doing the same for him.

 

  Her breath was coming quicker and it was so pleasurable that it was almost painful and she wanted it to come to an end, needed it to. Her fingers pumped harder and faster, stopping once in a while to work at her clit. Finally she closed her eyes tight, feeling her body contract as she was hit by a thousand emotions all at once.

 

  She stared at the canopy over her bed when she finally had enough in her to stop and take a look around. She drew her fingers away finding them wet and sticky and she rested that hand on her belly, letting the feeling soak into her skin. She sighed and took a few deep breaths. She felt so relaxed and decided that this most certainly was not such a bad thing after all.

 

  She was just about ready to take a bath and clean up when Rick bust inside looking frantic, probably due to his own embarrassment. She scrambled for the blankets hiding behind them like a frightened child. This was certainly turning into an interesting and embarrassing day.

 

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  When he stumbled into her bedroom uninvited, the last thing Rick had been expecting to see was this. He thought back to how she had come across him in a similar state and how he'd felt about it; guilty, embarrassed, ashamed...but also aroused that she had been watching him. He had hoped against hope that she would stay, but when she turned and fled, his heart sank. She was probably horrified by what she had seen and he wouldn't have been at all surprised if she had told him to get out of her life for good.

 

  He had laid there limply on the bed, cursing himself for ever doing such a thing. God, she must hate him now. It was what he always did; whenever he found something good, he would always do something to screw it up and boy, had he screwed up this time.

 

  After a while of mentally berating himself, he had gotten up to get cleaned off and he began to dress, contemplating his best course of action. He had to apologise of course, if she would even let him get that far. He winced, trying to think of how he could phrase it. He wasn't exactly the master of eloquence, but even he didn't think that 'sorry you came across me masturbating and shouting out your name, God, I should have locked the door,' would quite cut it.

 

  Sighing, he had walked down the hallway and stopped outside her room, hovering nervously. 'Just get it over with,' his mind shouted and he had paused, taking in a deep breath to steady himself and when he pushed open the door, all the blood from his brain had rushed directly south of his body.

 

  His jaw dropped when he caught sight of her naked and sprawled out on the bed. All of his fantasies could never compare to the real thing and there she was laid out before him. He swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing bright red. God, she was beautiful. The smell of her arousal permeated the air and he inhaled it deeply, feeling his cock twitch a little in response. It had barely been ten minutes since she had witnessed him come, yet he was beginning to get hard again. How could he not?

 

  He had gotten just a glimpse of her body, just a look at what she hid beneath those strict librarian's clothes, but it had been imprinted in his memory for the rest of his life. A glimpse was all he had got as at that moment, she had looked up and seen him, squealing as she quickly hid behind the bedsheets. His blush deepened, not from arousal this time, but in embarrassment. He had come here expecting to apologise and instead, he had found her like this. He quickly lowered his gaze to the floor, trying to force the words out of his mouth, but none came. When he risked a peek in her direction, he saw that she was still on the bed, sheets pulled up to her chin. A little late for modesty, he thought wryly.

 

  He cleared his throat, about to say that he was sorry, but instead, what came out was, "you're so beautiful, Evelyn." His mouth clamped shut in horror and he backpedalled towards the door. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he muttered, wanting nothing more than to escape this whole situation.

 

  Evelyn could hardly bring herself to look at him. This was most certainly not the way she had pictured herself first being seen naked by the man she had fallen in love with. She pulled the blankets tighter around her body, trying to come up with a good explanation.  It's not what it looks like came to mind, but he wasn't dumb. He had seen her naked on her bed and she knew exactly what it must look like.

 

  He was silent for a moment and that worried her. When he finally spoke up, his words were not, 'I'm ashamed of you,' or 'I can't believe you, Evelyn.' He had stood there and whispered to her that she was beautiful. When those words sank into her brain, it almost made her cry. She couldn't think straight and she was embarrassed. And then he was apologising to her, telling her how sorry he was. It was the guilt in his voice that tore at her heart.

 

  "Its not your fault," she whispered, clinging to the edge of blanket. "Rick, did I do something wrong? Am I bad?" She didn't know what else to say; she felt guilty for having pleasured herself so. A tear strayed down her cheek, and she didn't bother to brush it aside.

 

  His heart almost broke when he saw her cry and he longed to go to her, to take her in his arms and comfort her, but there was that little fact that she was currently naked. He began to step a little closer to the bed, not sure whether she wanted him near her or not.

 

  "You're not bad, Evelyn," he said softly. "You're the furthest thing from it." He looked down at the floor, wishing the awkwardness would just disappear. "I meant what I said though, you *are* beautiful. I'm just really sorry that I came across you this way, like..." he shrugged. "Well, you know." He glanced up to see her peeping over the covers from where she had them pulled up to her chin and he smiled. He was slightly distracted when the sheet slipped a little and part of her shoulder was revealed, but he cleared his throat and began to speak again.

 

  "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry and that I hope you don't hate me for this." He looked down again, realising that he must sound like a total idiot. "I'm sorry."

 

  Hate him? There was no room in her heart to hate him. She sighed and stared at him. "Please don't leave me. I could never hate you," she told him. No matter how awkward this was, there was no way that she could escape it, especially not with a sheet as her only shield. She blushed and looked down.

 

  "I have never done that before. It felt...it felt good, but maybe I shouldn't have," she mumbled, rather confused about the whole bloody situation. She wanted comforting but was afraid to ask. She wanted to throw away the covers and find out just how he really saw her, but was afraid he would scorn her. It was all just too complicated.

 

  She brushed a curl away from her face as more tears began to fall from her eyes. She was still young, merely twenty, but she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She had always acted grown-up and sophisticated and right now she was frightened that this was all coming down around her shoulders. "Rick, I did something wrong. I'm sorry."

 

  "Trust me, Evelyn, you didn't do anything wrong," he assured her. "People do this all the time. You saw me doing it, so does that make me a bad person too?" He blushed a little, but the sight of her looking so upset and vulnerable was what drew him over to the bed. He gingerly sat down on the edge of it, letting his hand rest lightly on her shoulder. He began stroking it soothingly. "Listen to me, you are not a bad person, all right?" He took her chin in his free hand so that she would look at him. He grinned sheepishly. "And it is good, we wouldn't do it otherwise."

 

  However embarrassing this was for the both of them, he realised that they shouldn't try to hide from it, that they should get it out in the open. He frowned a little, not wanting her to be so worried about this. He gently brushed a tear from her cheek. "Please don't cry," he said softly. "I don't want you to be upset."

 

  "But it felt so wonderful," she whispered, letting her head rest upon his shoulder. "I don't want you to look at me as if I am some sick woman. My mother always told me to wait until my wedding night..." She sighed and nestled her head against his neck. The sheet didn't cover all of her however, and his hand stroking her back felt wonderful and soothing.

 

  "Rick, when I saw you...t-touching yourself." She took a deep shaking breath. "It made me feel things that I was unfamiliar with. Not even kissing you made me feel like that." She was shaking a little and her fingers came up and touched his lips. "Do you want me to get dressed?"

 

  He shook his head, kissing her fingers gently. "Unless you want to get dressed," he said softly. He smiled a little. "I like you like this." He kept stroking the soft skin of her back, bringing her a little closer to him. He pressed his lips to her forehead, smoothing back her hair. "Actually, what you were talking about just now? I feel that for you ever day," he began hesitantly. "Evelyn, you're a very beautiful woman and you make me feel..." He paused, trying to come up with the right words. "You make me want to make love to you," he said softly.

 

  He stared into her eyes, smiling slightly and hoping he hadn't scared her off too much with that last comment. He carefully bundled the sheet around her and held her close to him. He let his chin rest on the top of her head and whispered, "I love you Evelyn. I love you so much."

 

  Her embarrassment was beginning to fade away and she felt safe in his arms. She moved her arms out from under the sheet and wrapped them around his neck. "You love me," she whispered, letting those wonderful words sink into her mind. "You really love me." She leaned forward to kiss him gently. "That's very good, because I love you too," she murmured and kissed his lips once again.

 

  He held her close, smiling at her words as he let her kiss him at her own pace. He let his hands run down her bare back, feeling the smooth, bare skin there. One hand tangled in her long hair, keeping her close to him and he moaned a little at how good this felt. He was dimly aware of the fact that was still naked underneath that bedsheet, but that only made him feel even more aroused as he gently parted her lips, letting his tongue slip inside so that he could taste her.

 

  When he pulled away, he was breathing a little heavier and he gently began to kiss his way from her mouth to her jaw, working his way down to her neck, nibbling gently on the soft skin there. He paused for a moment to look up her flushed face and smiled. "Should I stop?" he asked softly, wanting anything but to stop.

 

  She placed a finger on his mouth, tracing over his slightly swollen lips. She pushed the tip of her finger against his teeth and tapped them. She dropped her hand away and brought it to her own mouth, repeating the action. She was curious and her eyes were wide with interest. To Evelyn, everything was a chance to take in new information and this was one of the most wonderful experiences in her life thus far. 

 

  Stop? She didn't want him to stop, she wanted him to continue, to do everything that a man was supposed to do to a woman and then some.  How safe it would feel to sleep in his arms, to have him rock her and kiss her tears away. To share her laughter and her joy, and love her for everything that she was. And he did love her. "I don't want us to stop. I want you to show me and...make me feel." She paused. "Rick, I'm so confused."

     

  "That's okay, we can take this as slow as you like," he told her. Besides, he wanted to familiarise himself with her body. He let his lips move back to her skin, kissing her neck and suckling for a moment. He paid extra special attention to the spots that got a gasp from her and he nibbled at her earlobe.

 

  "I could kiss you all day long," he sighed, his lips trailing back to hers. He pressed his mouth to hers briefly for a quick taste, but it wasn't enough. He moaned, letting his tongue explore. He vaguely thought that he might be pushing her or scaring her a little, but she tasted too damn good for him to want to stop and he deepened the kiss, holding onto her tighter.

 

  She felt tingles of pleasure shooting down her spine and her breathing quickened; all he was doing was kissing her. "O'Connell...Rick..." she whispered, pushing her forehead against his. "Why is it that I feel this way?" The little bookworm she had always been was setting free emotions that tore through her. He was opening up her mind to new possibilities and she let him be her guide. "Rick, tell me about this...." Her voice was soft and wavering as she took deep breaths.

 

  He pressed soft kisses all over her face, coming back to her mouth for another taste. "I believe it's called getting aroused," he murmured, grinning a little at the blush that spread over her face at that. "When I kiss you here..." he pressed his lips to her jaw, gently nipping. "And here..." his lips moved down to her throat, suckling softly for a moment. "It's supposed to make you feel good. Or at least I hope it does," he teased, nuzzling where her skin met the sheet that she still held up around her body.

     

  She closed her eyes and titled her head back a little. "Well, it's working. I feel very good, on my neck, my chest, my legs, my-" She stopped, not allowing the words to escape her mouth. Her hands began to trail over his arms, but she still remained the follower in this new experience. She pressed her lips to his and when she broke free,  her breathing was quick and deep, filled with obvious arousal.

 

  He rested his forehead against hers, feeling her hot breath against his face. His hands moved to her shoulders, gently stroking over her pale flesh. His lips soon followed, kissing along her skin and he tugged on the sheet.

 

  "Can I take this off?" he asked, gazing up at her. "I want to see you," he murmured, moving back to her lips for another searching kiss, probing her mouth with his tongue. When he pulled away, they were both breathless and he stared at her, the flush on her face, her swollen lips and all he could think was that he had done that, that she was responding this way to *him*.

 

  She nodded her head and grabbed the sheet, climbing off the bed away from him. With gentle grace she stood before him, finding the courage to allow him to see her naked. His eyes were begging her and she finally let go of the blanket.

 

  It crumpled to her feet in a pile and she paid it no more attention. Her eyes were locked with his and she chewed her lower lip to calm herself. "Am I all right? Do you like me?" she asked, her legs shaking so much she was sure she would collapse and all he did was just stare at her. Rick, say something...please...

 

  His eyes moved over her body, not knowing where to settle first. He took the opportunity to look his fill, having only seen a glimpse of her earlier. When it finally pierced his brain that she had just asked him a question, he glanced up at her, placing his hands on her hips. He looked on in fascination at the contrast of his darker skin against her lighter tone, his hands looking huge on her delicate body.

 

  He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her stomach. "You're beautiful," he whispered, letting his tongue dart out to taste her skin. "Gorgeous..." He gazed up at her and smiled. He let his forehead rest against her as he tried to steady his breathing.

 

  She ran her fingers through his hair, parting it and then combing it back over. 'Beautiful.' 'Gorgeous'. No other man had ever offered those simple yet powerful words. Jonathan had teased her growing up about being too skinny and flat-chested unlike other girls, but she was fuller now and her hips were on level with the smooth swells of her breasts. 

 

  "Rick, let me see you...get close to me," she whispered, leaning her cheek against his head as she remained standing by the bed. Her hands moved to the buttons on his shirt and, trembling she unfastened them one after the other.

 

  He waited patiently while she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, letting her open it so that she could gaze upon him. He shrugged out of the shirt, letting the material fall to the floor as he turned his attention back to more worthwhile things, namely a naked Evelyn standing in front of him. He let his hands wander up from her hips to graze the sides of her breasts, teasing her before finally brushing over the stuff nipples with his thumbs. He cupped the soft flesh in his hands, caressing her lightly. He couldn't believe how soft she was and he began to play with her nipples more determinedly.

 

   Her hands ran over his skin, her fingertips touching every crease, every muscle and the faded scars which she noted to ask him about some other time. She was fascinated by the way his chest rose and fell against her hands and she could feel his heart was fluttering. It made her knees feel that much weaker.

 

  Not to mention the intensity of feeling against her breasts. The way he moulded her nipples with his fingers. He had big hands, but they were gentle and soothing in notion. She gripped his shoulders to hold herself up. "I'm going to collapse on the floor in a second.  I've never felt this before."

 

   He smiled at her, letting go of her breasts reluctantly to gently pull her onto his lap. He couldn't help but moan when she brushed against the erection that was straining to get out of his pants, but he ignored it as he focused his attention back to her breasts. This time, he lowered his head to her flesh, kissing her nipples tenderly before taking one into his mouth, suckling gently at it for a moment. Then something in him snapped and he grabbed onto her waist, pulling her down on him as he pulled more of her breast into his mouth, letting his eyes fall shut as he suckled hard at her, making little growling noises as he did so.

 

  She let out a gasp and wound her arms tighter around him. She  groaned upon feeling her breast pulled into his mouth and her head lolled back, her mouth open wide. "Rick....Rick..." She breathed, her hands travelling over his back and his chest, longing for more skin on skin contact.

 

  He moaned against her breast, letting it slip out of his mouth as he kissed his way over to her other one, licking and sucking at her. The sensation of her small fingers in his hair and over his skin felt amazing and he wanted to feel that touch elsewhere. He was otherwise occupied though as he continued to suckle at her, letting his hands run down her back and to her buttocks. He cupped them in his palms and moulded the flesh, groaning as his hips began to move very slowly, pulsing against her.

 

  She twisted her head and pushed her chest against him, moaning quietly. Her hip without meaning to brushed against the very hardness between his legs imprisoned within his clothes. She moved her fingers down, approaching his belt. "May I touch you?" she asked as if she was certain he would say no, her voice nervous and yet so very tempted. Her thumb brushed at the belt, pondering her next move while her nail tapped against the metal.

 

  He released her breast and nodded slowly. "Please," he said, guiding her hand to the buckle of his belt, letting her see to the rest in her own time. His hands began playing with her breasts again, feeling them slick and slippery with his own saliva. "You feel amazing," he murmured, nibbling at her neck momentarily before kissing his way back down to her breasts to continue his suckling, not wanting to give them up just yet.

 

  Her fingers were anything but still as she undid the buckle and then moved to the button. She unpopped it and then pulled down the zipper. He was definitely aroused and begging for freedom and he seemed to welcome her hand. Her fingertips grazed over him through his boxers and she slipped her hand inside, finally allowing herself to make contact with him intimately. She sighed, trying to keep her mind away from her fears. This was with him and it was right. She traced her fingers over him and under his shaft. She didn't know what would make him feel good, for unlike him, she had never been with anyone else. 

 

  His eyes clenched shut as she touched him and he moaned in pleasure at the feel of her soft hands stroking him. His breathing grew heavier and his head tipped back on his shoulders as he gasped for air.

 

  "Yeah sweetheart, just like that," he said softly, letting his hands rest on her thighs. She was only touching him lightly and already he was lost. She felt better than he could ever have imagined and he ran a hand up to her hair, bringing her mouth to his for a desperate kiss.

 

  Those small words of encouragement, the fact that she was successfully showing him her love made her heart almost burst. She wrapped her smaller hands around him and rubbed along him, pulling and pushing with gentleness she didn't even know she had. 

 

  When his lips attached to hers, she was far from breaking away. It was a kiss that left her body aching for more and she leaned back from him until he got the message. He slowly let her lay against the array of sheets and pillows she had upset with her earlier passions. She brought her hands down to once again stroke him and she let her thumb rub against the bit of wetness at his tip. 

 

  He moaned helplessly as her tiny fingers worked at him and he realised that he would have to get a grip or this would be over sooner than either of them wanted. He gently pulled her hand away, whimpering in distress as he did so, but trying to communicate to her how much this was affecting him.

 

  "I think...that's enough for the time being," he said, smiling. He gazed down at her laying naked beneath him on the bed and he licked his lips. He carefully lowered himself on top of her, keeping most of his weight braced on his forearms so as not to crush her and he leaned his head to take possession of her lips once more.

 

  Her surprise at him pushing her hand away was erased from her mind the moment she felt his lips claim hers for another soul-searching kiss. She opened her eyes a little to watch the way he kissed her. Her body relaxed and she closed her eyes once again, needing to feel him against her, wanting more then just kissing at this point.

 

  He could sense that she was ready to take this further, so he not breaking the kiss, he let a hand drift down her body, stroking along her thigh before pushing down between them to brush against her folds. He could feel her wet and slick, but he knew that she would still hurt when it came to making love to her. His fingers parted her folds and searched out her clit, rubbing gently over it, massaging the needy little point of flesh.

 

  Her response was instant and she gasped out, shutting her eyes tight as she tried to gain control of her emotions. "Oh, do that again," she begged and his response was quick as he continued to massage the most intimate of places upon her body. She reached out her hands, running them over his skin and holding to him tightly.

 

  "Rick, I want to experience this with you...I love you so." The words seemed so hollow at what her heart was begging him to know, yet how could she put into words the intensity of such emotions that threatened to collapse each piece of her body into an entire sea of complete pleasure?

 

  He smiled, her reaction to him pleasing him infinitely. "I love you Evelyn," he told her, briefly pressing his lips to hers. He continued to rub over her clit, a little harder this time, driving more gasps and soft moans from her. He then shifted his hand so that his thumb was stroking over her clit, keeping up the pressure while he gently pushed a finger deep inside of her. "Does this feel good?" he asked, wanting to make sure.

 

  It all felt amazing to her. "Feels a little tight, but don't stop," she encouraged, pushing her hips down against him. She gripped his shoulders and allowed her hips to move with his hand, taking in the wonderful emotions as the pace continued.

 

  He leaned down and suckled at her lobe. "I wasn't planning on stopping," he whispered, gently pushing a second finger inside of her and beginning to thrust them slowly in and out as his thumb continued to rub over her clit. His lips moved back to hers, kissing her briefly before working his way down to her throat, sucking and nipping. "Let me hear you, Evelyn," he said, wanting to hear more of her soft sighs.

 

   Each touch tormented and pleased her soul and she begged for more through soft moans and whispered cries. She moved her hips against his hand needing more then this. It felt as though completion would never come and yet she was in heaven right where she lay. She moved her lips to rest against his cheek, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and holding him closer to her. Each stroke against her nub made her ache with desire and she moved with his hand in a perfect dance of body and soul.

 

  He kept it up for another few minutes, enjoying the sounds of her moans before he pulled away from her. Her eyes flew open in surprise, but he shushed her, kissing his way down her body. He pressed a few kisses over her stomach, teasingly dipping his tongue into her bellybutton and making her squirm. Then all playfulness left him as he moved his hands down to her thighs, gently pushing her legs apart and staring down at her.

 

  She was a little nervous and she watched him make his way down her body and when he stopped at the juncture of her thighs, she swallowed, not sure what was coming next. "Rick, what are you going to do?" she asked, continuing to feel the effects of his body against hers.

 

  "I'm going to kiss you here," he whispered. "What I just did with my fingers I'm going to do with my mouth. You don't have to be scared, Evelyn," he added, noting the nervousness in her voice. "I just want to make you feel good." He began stroking over her clit gently, getting her to relax again and as soon as her head fell back on the pillow, he lowered his mouth to her and let his tongue run over her heated flesh.

 

  The instant she felt his tongue against her, she had to suck in her breath as the intensity of emotions ran her dry. She felt close to coming at that very moment. However, she held off as her body relaxed a little, getting familiar with his mouth and lips pleasing her in such ways. She rolled her head back and forth against the pillow, losing comprehension of everything that was around her and forgetting what being a proper woman was all about.

 

  He continued to lap at her, separating her folds and drinking the wetness there. He moved a little so that he could ease his fingers inside of her again, thrusting them rhythmically in and out of her as his mouth went back to her clit, focusing his attentions on it and sucking hard at the sensitive flesh. He moaned against her, loving the way she reacted to him, the way she let herself go with it.

 

  It was almost enough to knock her off her feet and she moaned out  louder then she had before, her knees shaking as she climbed toward completion, begging for release. "Oh Rick....Rick..." She cried out his name and couldn't come close to deciding where she wanted his lips upon her more. She shut her eyes tightly. "I can't hold on..." and with those words came a powerful feeling of release that pounded through her body in the most desirable of ways.

 

  He pressed gentle kisses to her, helping her ride out the orgasm. He stopped when he felt her hands in his hair, tugging at it and with one last kiss to the curls between her thighs, he made his way back up her body. His mouth found hers again, kissing her deeply and letting her taste herself on him. He moved so that he was lying on top of her again, moaning when his cock brushed against her and tightening his hold on her.

 

  The taste of herself on his lips was delicious in her opinion and she kissed him back with inviting passion. The kiss grew as she felt his cock pressed between her legs and she knew what was next, what was coming and it frightened and thrilled all at once. She held onto him tightly, waiting for him to bring the next stage about. She kissed along his neck and shoulders and then back up to his lips. 

 

  He groaned when the tip of his cock nudged against her entrance and his closed his eyes tightly, fighting the urge to ram into her like a madman. He waited for a few seconds, trying to keep his wits about him, but then that vanished when she lifted her hips a little, brushing against him. He shifted his hips so that he was poised to enter her and, lowering his head to kiss her deeply, he pushed inside of her, stretching her inner walls and breaking through her barrier.

 

  She gasped out and let a strangled cry pierce their lovemaking as he broke through her body and she held to him tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she swallowed her pain. She was shaking and scared, not having been told that this would hurt so much. He felt so large inside of her.

 

  He held still when he was fully sheathed inside her body and he held himself up, his arms shaking with the effort. He knew he was hurting her and he felt terrible about it, but he promised not to move until she wanted him to. He clenched his teeth at how wonderful she felt around him, hot and wet and tight. He lowered his head so that his forehead rested against hers and he closed his eyes, panting hard. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he murmured, hating himself for causing her pain.

 

  She leaned up and kissed him quickly, reaching her hands out and taking his within hers. "Shh, I know it's not your fault," she said and moved her hips a little, trying to get more comfortable with him being inside of her. She looked up at him and smiled at the way his eyes were glazed with passion for her and she sighed. "I'm all right, Rick darling."

 

  He gazed down at her lovingly, shifting his hips a little. She had said she was all right and he trusted her. "You feel so good," he sighed, pressing his lips to hers for a moment. He began to move slowly, pulling out of her almost all the way and then pushing back into her with agonising slowness. He bit his lip and his eyes fell shut against his will as he began to build a rhythm. When he opened his eyes, he glanced down between their bodies and his eyes widened in shock and he stopped the movements of his hips. "God Evelyn, you're bleeding," he said worriedly.

 

  That frightened her and she tried to sit up underneath him. "Am I? Why?" she asked, frantic despite having been in the process of making love. She disliked blood, especially her own and she wanted him to make it better. "What happened?"

 

  He moved so that he could sit up, bringing her with him and holding her close. "It's all my fault, I'm so sorry," he said. "I didn't know I would make you bleed. I broke you Evelyn," he said feeling absolutely dreadful.  He mentally berated himself, angry with himself that he had messed things up once again. "I'm really sorry," he said sadly, gently touching her face.

 

  Her legs wrapped around his waist as she sat in his arms, still gripping him inside of her and she brought his head to her shoulder, soothing his worries. If he had been with prior women, they mustn't have been virgins, she thought and she ran her hands through his hair to calm him down. "Rick, please calm down, I know you would never hurt me on purpose," she told him. "I don't want to take it back at all, I love being so close to you."

 

  He held her close, burying his face in the side of her neck and clinging to her. "I love you," he said quietly. "I love you so much. But I don't want to hurt you like this, Evelyn," he whispered. He sighed, chewing on his lower lip as he always did out of a nervous habit. He nuzzled her neck and tightened his hold on her.

 

  She pulled him closer to her and moved her finger over his lip to get him to stop chewing on that. "Hey now, it won't hurt forever. At least that's what Jonathan always tells me." She tightened and relaxed her muscles around him, still adjusting to him. "I love you and I want to make love to you. No second thoughts, no fears." She took his hand and placed it on her breast. "You do want this, don't you?"

 

  He nodded, cupping her breast in his palm and leaning up to kiss her. "I want you," he whispered and closed his eyes, shuddering with pleasure when she clenched her walls around him. Still holding her tightly, he scooted back some so that his back was resting against the headboard with her still in his lap. Slowly, he began to move, thrusting into her and his mouth went back to her neck, sucking at the smooth skin there. "Is this better?" he asked. "Is this good?"

 

  She leaned forward against his chest and moved her hips with his.  "Yes, this is better," she told him and gritted her teeth, feeling the intensity of pleasure that had overcome the pain of moments before. The blood forgotten in her mind, she continued to move with him and push against him and she cried out. "Oh, Rick, that feels good." 

 

  He began to speed up a little, trusting that she was enjoying this. His hands had moved back to her breasts, playing with her soft flesh as he thrust into her, loving every minute of this. His mouth went back to her neck, kissing and nipping at her throat and then he began sucking at her pale skin, trying to quieten the noises he was making.

 

  She stroked her hands up and down his arms, enjoying the feel of him. Her sighs got quicker and louder as he pushed her further and further towards sweet release and she longed for it. She crushed her breasts against his chest; her forehead was dotted with sweat and her mouth claimed his once again for another stirring kiss.

 

  He moaned into her mouth, gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her. He was vaguely aware that they were making a bit of a racket as the head board kept banging against the wall, but he couldn't bring himself to care, he had more important things on his mind right now. He tore his lips away, gasping for air as he began pounding into her, unable to stop the noises emerging from his throat, moaning constantly and calling her name.

 

  She too was making a racket, though doing it in a more quiet way. She cried out, muffling her noises against his lips. She was entirely caught up in the sounds of their bodies beating together and his cries that only forced her mind deeper into arousal. She was beginning to feel herself approaching her peak and she pushed harder against him. Her lips attacked his and she moaned into his mouth.

 

  The closer he grew to climax, the louder he became and he kept his mouth on hers, trying to quieten himself a bit, but he couldn't, it just felt so amazing. His hips were now slamming against hers in a fierce, demanding rhythm and he knew that they were both close. He wondered slightly if he was hurting her, but she wasn't showing any expression of pain, if anything, she was enjoying it if her noises were anything to go by. He broke free of the kiss for air and kissed his way over to her ear, nipping at the lobe and panting into her ear, "God, you're so sexy."

 

  She could only nod in reply and she moved her head to the side, searching out his lips. She moaned when she felt her body taken into orgasm and she broke free from his lips, crying out his name as she spasmed around him. Moments passed like that until she fell limply against his chest, breathing heavily and pushing sweaty bangs off her face.

 

  It was the feel of her inner muscles contracting around him that pushed him over the edge and he bucked his hips, spilling himself inside of her as he came, calling out her name. He slumped back weakly against the headboard, gasping for breath as he held her tightly to him, trembling as he tried to recover from such a powerful climax. His eyes were closed and he stroked his fingers through her hair, trying to calm a little. "Well, that was fun," he said after a while, smiling.

 

  She took deep breaths and gazed up at him, all the love she felt for him since their first day together came to her and she smiled, placing both hands to his cheeks. "I couldn't agree more, and I did it with you." She leaned forward and kissed him. "Who knew such an embarrassing day could turn out like this?"

 

  He gave a lopsided grin and leaned forward, nuzzling her nose with his. "I think I could safely say that this day has been the best day of my life," he told her. "Well, apart from the day I met you of course." He wrapped an arm around her, moving them so that they lay on the bed and he pulled the sheets around them, yawning slightly. He gently kissed her lips. "I love you, Evelyn," he said softly.

 

  "I love you too." And then she began to giggle. "The day we first met, you nearly got hung and I remember thinking that must have been terribly painful." She snickered. "So I imagine this day was definitely better then that one."

 

  "You're telling me," he said, subconsciously rubbing his neck where the noose had been. He nuzzled her, sighing in contentment and closing his eyes. "But you came into my life and saved me, Evelyn." He kissed her and then pulled back to yawn again, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry," he murmured, squeezing her. "I guess I am a little tired."

 

  "You aren't alone there," she said, yawning herself as she nestled against him. "Will you be there when I wake up?" she asked. She wanted him always to be there, a hand's reach away when she dreamt of Imhotep trying to steal her life or of the plane crash that her parents had been in. "I want you here with me." 

 

  He kissed her forehead, stroking his fingers through her hair. "I'll be here for you," he told her. "I will *always* be here for you, okay?" He sighed in contentment, letting his eyes slip shut as he squeezed her one last time before drifting off to sleep.

 

  She watched him sleep for a few moments, then lay her head back against his chest. They had the rest of their lives together and she intended to enjoy each and every moment of it. She had not felt so happy since before her mother and father had died. Now, she had someone to rely on and to take care of her once again.

 

~~~~~~

 

  Jonathan had come home late from the bars as usual and he walked down the hallway to his bedroom. Evelyn's door was wide open and he peeked inside. "Evie...Evie?" he whispered. He then rubbed his eyes, for he was still rather drunk and didn't quite believe what he was seeing.

 

  His baby sister was curled up in bed with that dashing-but-much-too-wild-for-her in his opinion, Rick O'Connell. He didn't know whether to barge in there and beat him up or just go to bed. In the end, his very drunk state or most likely his fear of O'Connell won over and he pulled the door shut.

 

  "Doesn't anyone lock their bloody doors around here?" he muttered, shaking his head and giving up on it as he crashed onto bed.

 

  Tomorrow would probably be another rather interesting day, but for now, Rick and Evelyn slept, safe from the outside world and all of its quirky surprises.