A Quiet Moment...

[Tyme Harlem]

When she pulled away Tyme was just getting into it, and his eyes quickly narrowed and turned to slits. They softened the slightest bit when her hand held his, and she asked him the question of getting to know her. He didn't exactly remember saying that, so he told her. "I did? I thought I was getting to know you pretty well just a second ago if I must say."

His body was begging him to be all over her, but she was such a treasure and he didn't want to ruin it with her beautiful bodice. He licked his bottom lip, squeezing her hand. He could feel her pulse and the way it was beating told him she wanted what he did, so he had no hesitation. Placing his free hand on her hip he leaned her back on the ground as far as he could without much strength, slowly laying himself above her, on his knees, face towards hers. "I know your name," He started, kissing her soft lips and rubbing his inner thigh on her outer. "That's all I really need to know about you." he confessed, not thinking about it. Tyme had already noticed she didn't think clearly when they were getting even close to passionate, so he kept pushing his lips into hers, keeping his hands away from her delicate skin so she could somewhat think without the sensation of his rough hands touching her.

[Fiona]

As she felt him push her back into the grass, Fiona's mind wandered away on a much less clean path than it had been just a second before. Of course, she was still terrified that he would find out about her knife harness, but that fear was becoming less and less powerful with each passing moment. She blushed as she felt her body respond to his in a most basic way. How is he able to do that? she wondered. No one else has been able to ever blow away all my walls so completely. I want him, she realized. And this new realization was both blessing and curse for her. She wasn't used to taking things so quickly. Was she doing the right thing? What if he just used her and walked away without looking back? But God were his lips amazing. She continued to kiss him back, relishing the moment, as only someone who'd seen as many years as she had could.

But that still didn't solve the problem that she was ready to have her way with this man she barely knew. Between those small but tempting kisses she managed, "But we barely even know each other...and I don't know about you, but" she broke contact with his lips and put some steel into her voice, so that she would sound more sure than she felt at the moment. "that isn't the way I am." She looked straight into his eyes as she said it, afraid to see what reaction he would have and almost (but not quite) losing her resolve on the matter.