Author's Note: If you are not 18, go away. If you still read it, don't blame me for any problems you may have in the future. Don't ask me who or what inspired this story because I won't tell you. ;)

The sound of his voice floated toward her as though filtered through a dream. In fact, at first she thought it was a dream. Her eyes were closed after all. Maybe she was asleep. She longed to hear him call her name in that special way that showed he cared, even if it was just friendship. Then she felt a hand on her arm. Slowly her eyes opened.

He was looking at her, concerned. She liked that, smiled at him, and asked if everything was okay. He returned her smile and nodded. Finally she tore her eyes away and scanned the room. Nearly everyone had gone. Only three other people were in the room besides them. She wondered just how long she had been sitting there, floating.

He asked her if she wanted to go to bed. I do, she thought, but not like you think. She sat up and shook her head. She wasn't really tired, just relaxing, she told him. Enjoying the moment, making it last. He laughed in agreement and sat back beside her. His right side was pressed up against her left and that entire side of her body tingled. She felt her face grow hot.

They just sat there, who knows how long. Slowly the others drifted out of the room, leaving them alone. He told her he rarely got to spend time this way. He liked it. She agreed. Life was so busy anymore. He was glad she came. She was too. Her thoughts kept turning to the left side of her body, feeling his skin resting on hers. She had to struggle to remain calm and relaxed. Even the alcohol she had consumed couldn't keep her down.

Somehow she managed to get through the conversation without showing her distraction. Her wildest dreams didn't even put her in this situation without making her feel as though she was being stupid for thinking it. Now they had come true. Suddenly she was aware that his arm was around her shoulders. She hadn't remembered what lead up to that but she'd been working the conversation on autopilot.

He leaned closer the deeper they got into the conversation. Kiss me, she thought. Just kiss me because I can't take this anymore. He was too close to her. If he didn't back away soon she was going to kiss him. She said something that made him smile, though she didn't remember thinking anything before she opened her mouth. She smiled back and suddenly his lips her on her. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his velvety lips against hers. Slowly, his tongue crept out of his mouth and into hers. She opened her mouth invitingly, and his tongue had no sooner passed her lips than he scooted ever closer to her.

She fell back, the rest of the couch breaking her fall. His lips never left hers. She flattened herself out and he eased himself down on top of her. He rested a hand near her head, using the other to feel his way down her body. There were only two people in the universe right now. She slide her arms up his sides and around his back. As his hands went down, hers went up. Her fingers intangled themselves in his hair. Given the briefest chance to come up for air, she sighed with desire.

Using the time wisely, he chose to trail kisses down her neck. She moved her head so he had more room and arched her back as he hit the right spot. He slid his hand beneath her and pulled her to him, pressing her body firmly against his. The idea of him wanting her too was enough to urge her to call his name but she bit her lip, thinking it much too soon for that.

Feeling is desire heat up, she moved her hands smoothly down his back and over the curve of his ass. He drew back suddenly and she took in a breath sharply, thinking she had done something wrong. He smiled, as if reading her mind, and drew her up off the couch. He led her into his bedroom, a place she had not seen yet, though she had been in his home several times.

He apologized for the mess, and she thought, what mess? She couldn't keep her eyes off him. He moved gracefully, yet at the same time his steps were unsure. She didn't know how this could be, but it was. She smiled at the thought that he was uncertain that she wanted to take these steps with him. If only he knew. He urged her to sit on the bed. She did.

He kept asking if it was okay, if anything was wrong. She put a finger to his lips and told him everything was perfect. In response, he kissed the fingers she had placed against him and she shivered at the sweetness. He stared into her eyes, and she felt as though he wanted to devour every inch of her. She stared back, giving herself over to the feelings that consumed her. He seemed to understand, because he took her hand away from his mouth and placed it at his side.

Turning, he moved her back on the bed, and she lay down, immersed in the scent of him that emminated from the sheets. She wanted to remember that scent forever. No, she wanted to smell it forever. Things could stop right here if only she could wake up in the morning and still be with that scent.

Instead of laying on top of her, this time he chose to form his body next to hers. He rested his left leg on top of both of hers, his left arm draped over her stomach. She wondered if this was all he had intended to do, but he began to play with the buttons of her shirt. She drew circles on his arm with her fingertips, trying hard not to rush anything. He popped the first button through it's hold and she bit her lip.

He kissed away any misgivings he thought she had, and again her hand rested in his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Buttons seemed to disappear from their holds quickly then, and her shirt lay wide open before him. He broke the kiss to look at her. Running a hand up her flat stomach, he edged his hand under the bra and pulled it up. For a moment only, he rested the palm of his hand on her breast, then backtracked to her shirt.

She propped herself up on her elbows as he tugged the shirt gently over her shoulders. She pulled the shirt off the rest of the way as he undid the fasteners on her bra. That too she let slip off her arms. Immediately she began to worry. She had just laid bare the one thing she was not proud of. He didn't seem to notice her thoughts. He took one in his hand and rubbed it, toying with the nipple. She sighed. Never had it felt this good to have someone touch her.

He leaned down and replaced his hand with his mouth. Again her back arched and she couldn't help but moan. Before another thought could cross her mind, his lips disappeared. She looked at him, and he was pulling off his shirt. She turned her body to him. It was time for her to take action. She pushed him back and lay on top of him, pressing her chest to his. Now he moaned, holding her tightly against him.

A grin passed her lips as she felt just how aroused he was. She rocked her hips, rubbing him with her body, another moan escaping his lips. It gave her courage to know that he felt as she did, and she began to kiss his entire upper body. His hands carressed every inch of her back and arms, his fingers fluttered through her hair. She reached the lip of his jeans and paused, looking up at him. He gave a short nod, and she slowly unbuttoned them.

Again, she hesitated before unzipping his jeans. Nervousness began to enter her thoughts, and she quickly pushed them away as she pulled down the zipper. She tugged on the top, and he helped her pull them off him. As she slid down the bed, she used the tips of her fingers to carress his legs. It tickled him and he chuckled.

Making quick work of his shoes and socks, she pulled his pants off him. He had thoughtfully chosen to discard his boxers at the same time, so he was now fully naked before her. She decided to do the same for him, and she pulled off the remainder of her clothes. Her desire couldn't reach a higher peek, she thought, and she wanted to move on quickly now that things had progressed as they had.

Apparently he didn't have the same idea, although it was obvious that he was more than ready to continue. He bade her lay on the bed, and wouldn't allow her to touch him. At first, he used just one finger, and inch by inch trailed it along her entire body. Everywhere he touched tingled long after he had moved on. He tortured her by passing up the one spot she wanted him to touch more than anything, a smirk played on his lips as a disappointed groan escaped her.

After an excruciating amount of time, he lay back down beside her, and finally his fingers moved down to the spot between her legs. She opened them slightly to accomodate his hand. He kissed her as his index finger lightly rubbed the tip of her clit. She moaned through the kisses. Her hand ventured toward him and she found her target. She grasped his penis lightly and began to stroke it.

His moans matched hers. Her thumb spread precum around the head of his penis, wetting it. He broke away, pulling his fingers back. She let go of him. He touched her right breast briefly before situating himself on top of her. He ground his hips into her, and she raised hers to meet him.

He wedged his knee between her thighs and pushed them apart. She gladly opened herself up for him. He adjusted himself and paused with the tip of his penis touching her opening. Unable to wait any longer, she placed her palms on his ass and raised her hips as she pulled him inside her. She gasped as he filled her, an electric charge shooting through her body.

He pressed his face into her neck and moaned loudly. He began to rock his hips, slowly at first, then steadily more urgent. She met his every thrust. Her hands wound around him, unable to find a satisfying place to rest. She wrapped her legs around him, making him bear down on her harder. He grunted, his breath hot on her neck. She kissed his ear, his neck, grunting and groaning with exertion, moaning in pleasure.

She tilted her hips slightly and he moaned her name. In response, she raked her nails down his back. He let out a much louder groan at that and began to thrust harder. She gasped at the change, welcomed it. Her body tingled, her mind whirled. She rocked her hips with him, kissed him all over, anywhere she could touch with her lips. He was kissing her neck and shoulder, which made her whole body shiver.

The full body shiver quickly turned into a tingle, and her entire body became electrified. She buried her face in his neck as she moaned his name between groans. He let out a sound and she thought she might have squeezed him too tightly, but a few thrusts more and he was crying out as well. He pushed into her one final time and collapsed on top of her.

For several minutes, they just lay there, collecting their breath. He pulled his hips back and slid off to her side. She looked into his eyes and saw that he was smiling at her. She smiled lazily back and ran her fingers through his hair, brushing out some of the sweat that had collected there.

He kissed her forehead and lay down. She turned and wrapped her arm around him. He hugged her. She couldn't remember a time when she felt so content. Slowly, the sound of his breathing mixed with his heartbeat lulled her to sleep.

She woke the next day to a room she didn't know. Laying there, gathering her thoughts, the memory of the night before came flooding back to her. She turned her head and looked at the sleeping form beside her. His head was covered, as was his body. He was sleeping on his stomach. A smile played on her lips as she scooted over to him.

Taking in a deep breath, she relished the smell of him. Putting her arm around his waist, she enjoyed the feel of him, enveloping herself in his warmth. She went back to sleep. When she woke the second time, he was facing her, only his lower half covered with the sheets. He was propped up on one elbow and smiling down at her. She bid him good morning, her heart jumping at the fact that she had gotten what she wished for. She was waking up with him.