-- [ M ] breathe in, breathe out ( scotty )

[LT. ADALYN McCORD]

The time had went by pain-stakingly slow for Adalyn as she went about her business the rest of the day. She knew that Scotty had plenty of work to occupy his time until this evening, but for Adalyn, the lab work she spoke of wasn't really existent. She didn't have anything really important to do in there, so she had just decided to roam the enterprise, looking for something to do. She didn't find much over the course of the afternoon and evening, so she ended up in her quarters later. Her mind had been on overload the entire time, wondering what she would ask Scotty. Would it be the same old, cliched question of, "Where is this going?" She didn't want to ask him that, because people typically asked that when the relationship was slumping and unclear. It was perfectly clear to Adalyn that the heat was still there, the feelings were mutual, but she wasn't sure they were on the same page right now. She wanted to be, and that was the goal for tonight. Whatever happened, she would be prepared for it.

Adalyn looked up from her book to see that it was quarter to ten and she gasped, tossing the book away from her. She had completely gotten sucked into the book that she hadn't realized the time. She was an idiot like that, she thought as she quickly moved around to get ready to leave for Scotty's quarters. What was she gonna wear? She looked around and decided it would be best not to wear street clothing, someone would wonder why she wasn't in bed if they happened to see her. So Adalyn decided on a pair of cotton shorts that she wore to bed, and a long white tank top that elongated her short frame. She ran her fingers through her wavy brown locks, before letting them rest over her shoulders. She reached down and started to roll up the tops of her shorts, exposing her stomach, causing the length of the shorts to decrease. Was she attempting to be a little slutty, she wasn't really sure, but upon finishing, she realized why it could be considered so. She did that every night, but she realized that she would be in the presence of a grown man this evening, chances are, he would notice the shortness of her, well, shorts. Then she just shrugged and slammed her palm against the door button, watching the door slide open before stepping out into the hall. She looked down both ends of the hall before she started making her way to deck nine.

Her small, bare feet moved silently across the halls, her green eyes scanning in all directions, hoping she could sneak to Scotty's quarters without being noticed. When she finally reached the room, her heart was racing against her chest as she started to press the button to call into his room. She refrained at first, feeling worried that someone would hear it. She then decided to just knock, which a bit more traditional when wanting to be invited in. She let her knuckles rap against the door before she leaned her body against the door frame. She reached up, touching the door gently with her delicate fingertips. She knew that she would wanted to help the chief engineer relax after a hard day of work, but she wasn't all too clear of what was going to happen after they had their nice little chat about the status of their relationship. She was nervous, but it wasn't a scary nervous, but a welcomed nervous. It was normal, and it caused her to smile to herself. She bit down on her bottom lip as she inhaled deeply before exhaling, it calming her a little bit. Whatever happened tonight, happened, and she was going to take it as it came.

"Scotty..." She whispered against the door, her eyes scanning over it for a moment before a low chuckle left her lips. she let her eyes move over the hallway, hoping no one came down right at that moment. She didn't need any weird looks, she just needed to sleep into Scotty's room and she would be just fine. No one would notice if she was in there, so it wouldn't be a problem. What she did know, was there wasn't any regulations against this sort of thing. Then again, it wasn't exactly praised either. All Adalyn cared about, however, was that she wasn't going to get in trouble for being in Scotty's room, she just didn't want to be noticed in the hallway. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked back toward the door when she noticed movement.

[LT. CMDR. MONTGOMERY SCOTT]

He had to distract himself from thinking about her, or he wouldn't have gotten a thing done the rest of the afternoon. In an attempt to do just that, he managed to throw himself so completely into the task of the repairs he was doing that he got a lot more done that day than he'd expected to, given the circumstances. Towards the end of the day, though, his mind started circling back around to the encounter he'd had with Adalyn, the way she'd looked at him, the way his whole body felt electrified when he'd finally chased her down and the accumulation of all the things he'd been too gentlemanly to think about the last week or so had caught up with him in a rush of heat between the two of them. By the time he headed back to his quarters, he was in a state that could only be described as "jumpy." Jumpy because he wasn't sure what kind of talk they were going to be having that night. Jumpy because he couldn't remember if she'd said 2200 or 2230.

Was this a "I want to consolidate and consummate our relationship physically, are you up for that?" kind of talk, or was this a "I think I love you and I want to make this more serious" kind of talk? What would he say if it were either of those? He was awful at coming up with conversations in advance, and he tried not to think about either thing too much as he headed back towards his quarters around 1900 hours, feeling utterly drained of mental energy and desperately wanting a shower. He decided he'd go ahead and take said shower once he got back to his own room, and after staying in the hot water a little longer than was necessary, he climbed out, wrapped a towel around his waist, and moved out into the larger area of his room, drying his hair with a hand towel as he did so. Still a little damp, he pulled on a large, rather worn out t-shirt with "ENGINEERS DO IT ON IMPULSE" screen printed on the front (in retrospect, probably not the best choice when one's girlfriend was coming over for what might be the "should we do it at all" talk), and donned a pair of black sweatpants before wandering over to the computer on the wall and tinkering with various configurations.

He fell asleep. Sitting at his control console, waiting for his girlfriend to come over and have an undoubtedly important conversation, he fell asleep, and honestly, he didn't even think about waking up until a knock sounded at his door. A knock? He lifted his head up, slowly, wondering if he'd broken his door alert somehow while he was messing with the computer. Surely not. He got up, went to the door, and pressed the panel beside it. It swished open, revealing none other than Adalyn herself. It was at that moment that Scotty realized how offensively dressed he was, and wished more than anything that he'd bothered to put on some decent clothes before she arrived. Granted, she was wearing pajamas herself, but she looked good in them, that was the difference. He contemplated changing, but decided that stripping in front of her probably wouldn't be any better than wearing the clothes to begin with, so he just gave her his characteristic grin and waved for her to come in.

"Come in, come in." he said, a little too quickly. Damn, he was nervous again. "D'you want a drink or anything? I've got gin and a bottle of scotch, although I don't know what kind of thing you like." Oh, he was stalling, and he knew it, trying to distract her from the fact that he was hopelessly nervous and looking for ways to distract her from his shabby attire. "Wish I had something to offer you to eat, but honestly, I just woke up and I havena had the chance to run down to the galley. I cannae believe I slept that long, and it's not even midnight yet."

[LT. ADALYN McCORD]

Adalyn waited patiently before she jumped back when the door slid open and revealed Scotty there, looking slightly sleepy. She concluded to herself that she had woken him, and she felt slightly guilty for doing so. However, he seemed rather eager for her to come inside, so she didn't let her mind linger too much on it. She stepped into his room and listened to the door as it slid shut. Once inside, Adalyn watched Scotty as he moved about, asking her if she wanted something to drink and apologizing for not having any food. He then confirmed her earlier suspicions about him being asleep, but she could tell by the way he was speaking, their appending conversation was making his nervous. She took a step toward him and grasped his arms in her delicate, yet firm hands and let a laugh escape her lips.

"Scotty, baby, calm yourself. I'm neither thirsty nor peckish, so why don't you come over here." She said, leading him over to the bed that she noticed upon her entry. She moved onto the bed and pulled Scotty down in front of her. She smirked to herself as she ran her hands across his shoulders and started working her magic. Adalyn sat herself down behind Scotty, her legs sliding on either side of him and she let her hands roam over his back. Her fingers found several knots and she winced herself, not liking what she was finding on her boyfriend's back. There was that word again, boyfriend. She knew that there was at least 15 years between the two of them, yet that didn't bother her one bit. What she felt for the man was what mattered, but the title of boyfriend didn't exactly suit him. Manfriend didn't exactly sound right either.

"Jesus, Scotty.." She said in a disapproving tone as she worked her thumbs in between his shoulder blades, working a particularly large knot. He has been working so hard lately, it was beginning to worry Adalyn greatly. He wasn't taking the time to settle down and just take a break. There was a reason that they offered break time for manual labor. What he did was harder than any job any normal human being could even fathom, and he deserved a break too. She inhaled deeply as she continued working her hands over his shoulders and his back rhythmically, a smile forming on her lips as she ran her hands farther down his back.

"You never took a break did you? Just kept on truckin'.." She said and with that, she let her hands slid over his sides and rested her palms against his stomach. She perched her chin against his shoulder and looked up at him, her green eyes fluttering slightly. Maybe it was time for that conversation that he was very nervous about. In all honesty, she was scared herself, but if she needed to jump start this conversation, she would.

"It's one of the things I love about you..." She said softly, and pressed her lips to her his neck gently and sighed, looking down for a moment. She then slid out from behind him and to his left, her hand slipping between her legs as she tried to find her voice again. Where to begin? She smiled gently and brushed hair behind her ear as she ran her hands down her leg as she pulled her knee close to her.

"Um, so I think it's time you and I had a sit down, and talked about where...we stand, I guess you could say. I want us to be on the same page." She said, shrugging her shoulders and wrapped her hands around her leg. She felt rather timid at that moment, but she wasn't sure where she was going with this. She wanted to know where he was in all of this, and she wanted him to know where she was. That was all fair, but she was just afraid they were far from the same page. She was afraid that she was falling too far into this, that her feelings have manifested far too fast for his liking, and she was just takin this way to far already. What if he just liked her well enough, but there wasn't that much of a spark for him? There was love, and there was lust. Lust wasn't last on men, and she knew that earlier that day, that could have easily been a fluke. Now she was paranoid again and she was starting to get far more nervous.

[LT. CMDR. MONTGOMERY SCOTT]

He gave her a sheepish grin - honestly, he was making a little bit of a big deal about the drinks, after all. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to her, it was just that he didn't really know what he was going to say yet, and he hated looking like an idiot while he fumbled for words, so he'd picked a conversation he at least could manage without sounding like he had no idea what he was talking about. But when she led him to the bed, he followed obligingly, sitting down in front of her as she tugged him down and began rubbing his back. He let out a contented sigh, and leaned forward onto his hands, resting his elbows on his knees as he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her hands massaging the stiffness out of his muscles, letting out a hum as she continued.

He wasn't really offended by her scolding; he knew he didn't take enough breaks for the amount of time he spent working. Whenever he took time off before, he was usually so restless that he had to go back to work before long or he went stir crazy. But now, it was nice to have a break, to have someone to spend some off time with, especially when that person was her. Unlike Adalyn, Scotty had a perfectly good idea what to call her - he could think of a number of endearing terms he could use to describe the girl whose hands were currently working so amazingly to relieve the tension in the muscles he treated so horribly when he wasn't thinking about anything but the things he was paid to do. People said he was addicted to it....well, that wasn't really it, it was just that he didn't feel like he could be productive any other way, and if he wasn't productive, why bother hanging around?

"That bad, eh?" he asked, his voice a little muffled by his hands as he used them to rub his forehead briefly. "I suppose as far as occupations go, I'm not in the most physically gratifying one," he admitted. He wasn't going to try and counter with questions about how much time she spent on her job; after all, she hadn't been going at it for nearly twenty years without stopping to breathe. One of the things she loved about him? Seriously? Well, he'd never really heard that before, certainly not from a woman. "Well, you're the first." he said, grinning in spite of himself as she scooted out from behind him to sit next to him.

Where we stand, she said, and he contemplated that momentarily. Where did they stand? He had yet to find a single thing about her that he really didn't like. In all fairness, they'd only spent about a week or so together, and he was sure they'd find some sort of annoying habits in each other as time went by; you couldn't really be that passionate about a relationship if you didn't ever find a place where you could disagree about something.

He wondered if she was questioning his motives, wondering if he was in it for the things he could get out of it physically or if he actually cared more about her. But how did he assure her that he was not only interested in her physically, but immensely attracted to her personality too? He didn't want to make her think he didn't want her that way, god, he'd hardly been able to stop thinking about it.

But he didn't want her to think that he was just another guy looking for an easy lay. He cared about her, and he honestly thought the things that had happened earlier in engineering were only an indicator of the passion they could come to expect if they let it happen. So was that what they were talking about? Whether they were going to let it happen? Or were they talking about how he felt about her? Well, he could test that, probably without insulting her. Maybe even by way of complimenting her. "You know," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "I'm immensely fond of you. That's where I stand, so far as feelings go."

[LT. ADALYN McCORD]

Adalyn was worried that she was going to be walking out of his quarters in a less than pleased mood. She was worried that he was just going to tell her he was having fun with her. That was the last thing that Adalyn wanted to hear from him. Adalyn has dated a bit before in her life before this moment, and when a man said that they were having fun, well, that wasn't what girls wanted to hear. That meant that he was getting his kicks and that if it went any further than this, than it was see you later, princess. Adalyn knew that if those words left Scotty's mouth, she would have walked right out of his quarters and never looked back. Adalyn has been used in her life, she knew what it felt like to be a toy, and she never wanted to feel like that again. She knew she deserved better than that.

Adalyn had enjoyed the way his skin felt against her hands, she just enjoyed being close to him. Maybe those were her hormones talking, since she has been rather lonely lately. She has acting like a few alien cultures, namely vulcans. Sure, she may not be emotionless and always logical, but she had the mating ritual down partly. Vulcans had sexual relations every seven years, in a cycles. Adalyn hasn't had sex since she was about eighteen years old. When a boyfriend died in your arms, it tended to make sex look very unappealing. So, she was working on the better half of the vulcan mating cycle, and it was safe to say, little Adalyn was feeling a bit frustrated. She was in control of her urges, however, but that didn't mean she was going to continue to. She was engaging in a full on relationship with Scotty, and she knew that the physical side of it would be addressed, and addressed tonight.

Adalyn looked to him as he finally started to speak, responding to her conversation starter. Her nerves were beating against her body as she waited for his response. Then, relief washed over her as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, saying he was immensely fond of her. The words 'we're having fun' didn't leave his lips and it caused a smile to curve her soft lips. She turned her body toward him, her hair falling over her shoulders as she let one of her feet rest on the floor while the other leg slid across Scotty's bed, her knee resting against his back gently. She was incredibly close to the man, but that's how she wanted to be. She smiled, reaching up and touching his face, her thumb caressing his cheek softly.

"And I am intensely fond of you. It's been quite clear to me, and I understand that we've been moving faster than most people." She said softly, looking into his eyes as she let her other arm lock in position outside her leg. She used it to hold her body up so she didn't slump over onto Scotty. Her eyes darted from side to side, as if she were searching for something precious within his eyes, her fingertips skating across his skin, feeling it underneath her touch. She was becoming more than just fond of him, but that she was gladly keeping to herself. The fastest way to scare a man off, after only a week of seeing each other, was telling him you were falling for him already. Commitments were important, but romantic long term commitments, well, those were a bit daunting for most. Adalyn wasn't interested in anyone else, but she wasn't going to profess her undying love and beg him to only be with her for the rest of time, that was ridiculous, and frightening. Not to mention, Adalyn was nothing like that all.

Her tongue slid across her lips as she wet them gently. She let her fingertips roam over his strong jaw, her beautiful emerald orbs staring into his as she searched for more to say. She was willing to take their relationship to that great beyond, to the physical plane, but she wasn't going to just say, lets bed each other right now. That was hardly romantic in anyway.

"You're unlike anyone I have ever met and it feels...right to me. We, us, this." She said, her eyes continuing to dart from side to side, the surface of her eyes glistening from the moisture in them. Tears would not fall, for her emotions weren't strong enough for that kind of reaction. The moisture did indicate the emotions she was feelings however. She tilted her head to the side, looking only into his eyes. She was falling in love with him, and she knew it. The last time she let herself fall for another person, he ended up leaving her all alone in the dark, in the cold. Still, what was life without love? To Adalyn, a life without love meant nothing, and closing your heart out from it, was preventing you from living at all. Her thoughts were swimming in her mind, but it made her smile as she let her palm smooth over his cheek again and she just smiled at him.

"So I think my sole purpose in coming here this evening..." She started and with that, Adalyn shifted. She moved closer to Scotty, if that was even possible, but oh, it was. She let her smooth, bare leg move over Scotty's lap and rest on his other side. The limber young woman then moved her slender frame onto Scotty's lap, straddling him there for a moment. Her brilliant gaze never left his as she let both of her hands hold his face in her hands. Her thumbs moved over his jaw as she offered him a content and sure smile.

"Was to take that last plunge." She said, almost matter-of-factly as she let her hands run down over the sides of his neck. That was the last Adalyn had to say. Now it was all on him as she sat there, her hair in her face as she sat there, knowing that this was a bit of pressure on him. She wouldn't be completely offending if he said he wasn't ready to take that next step in their relationship, but she would be lying if she wasn't disappointed. She knew that sex didn't have to be a focal point in a relationship, if fact, if it was the only thing in a relationship, it wasn't a relationship at all. But Adalyn wanted to be closer to Scotty, she wanted to connect with him more than they already have. So with that, Adalyn sat there in the older man's lap, staring into his eyes intensely as she exhibited the strongest demeanor she ever has. She wasn't giggling, she wasn't shying away, she wasn't blushing. She was staring, and a look of strength in her eyes.

[LT. CMDR. MONTGOMERY SCOTT]

Scotty couldn't have known what she was thinking; that was precisely why he was so nervous about this whole thing. If he'd known what it was all about, he could have just said what he was thinking; he didn't have a problem being honest with her. It was the not knowing that was driving him crazy. He could just tell her that he could see himself being completely in love with her, if not now, then very soon, and they'd both know where he stood. Or he could just ask her what sorts of things he could do for her (or to her) to make her visit worthwhile. He was a little distracted, of course, by the feeling of her hands on his body. But he focused, he forced himself to, in spite of the fact that she was so close to him that he could feel the warmth of her skin without reaching out to touch her.

Unlike Adalyn, Scotty hadn't had a traumatic sexual past aside from the embarrassment of being caught at it in the park that night back at home. He hadn't loved someone, had them love him back, only to have them die in front of him. He could, however, understand how she'd be hesitant, having been through that and all, and he was waiting for her to give him some sort of signal beyond just an "I'm over it" or a dismissive shrug. He didn't know, though, that she'd been thinking just that, didn't know that was the reason she was here. Had he known, he might have been a lot more at ease. Or he might have felt incredibly pressured. Either way, it would have made a decision for him. Whatever the case, he wasn't going to abandon her, wasn't going to have his way with her and then leave her, and he wanted her to know that. Hopefully the affectionate half-cuddle half-hug he gave her would show her something of that.

He wasn't particularly bothered by commitment; he was more than capable of working towards something, of putting enough effort into something to keep it alive. That something was usually his job, though, that was the problem with most of his relationships up until now. But if he could channel a little of that energy towards this...this thing that was going on between him and Adalyn, well, maybe he could succeed in doing what he had previously failed so miserably at. It wasn't as if he didn't have a little mind power to spare, what with the way he worked probably twice as much as some other people on this ship. He had to get it out of his head that he was on proving ground and let himself have a life outside of his job at the same time. It was so hard to remember that when you lived on your job.

She mentioned that they were moving quickly, and he ducked his head in quick acknowledgment, but raised a eyebrow at the same time, not quite dismissing that fact, more trying to tell her that he was all right with it if she was. "Well, love, you know, if that great ruckus on the bridge has taught me anythin', it's that you cannae be sure what could happen next. And you cannae take things for granted. Not with lads like Austin around." he quipped, grinning. It was a joke, but he was serious enough about the fact that he wanted to take advantage of the time he had with her while he still could. They were in a pretty dangerous line of work, the two of them and the rest of the people on the Enterprise, and it would be a little naive to just put off this sort of thing until they got home...if they got home, whenever that would be. Five years, the usual tour of duty? Or more, if something interesting came up? And hell, who said they'd be satisfied after that? The wandering spirit seemed to be contagious, after all.

His eyes flickered over her face as she touched him, her fingers running over his jaw, and he forced himself to keep from chewing on his lip in embarrassment as she looked him over. He felt so completely exposed under her gaze, like she could see right through him. What was even more surprising was that she seemed to still like him in spite of that, in spite of all the things it felt as if she must surely know from watching him that intently.

She started to speak, and it seemed like she was going to tell him why she'd come here, but she paused, shifting her position until she was straddling him, one amazing leg on either side of him, and he sucked in his breath involuntarily, looking up at her and hoping she wouldn't be offended by the sudden flame of desire he was certain she'd kindled in his eyes with that move. From the looks of things, she wanted him, just as much as he wanted her, and he contemplated his course of action carefully before he spoke. He could have asked her if she was sure, but the look in her eyes wasn't the look of a woman who wasn't quite clear on what she wanted. She knew what she was after, and at the moment, it appeared to be Scotty himself. And in spite of his gentlemanly ways, he was very much a man, and hell if he was going to turn down a beautiful woman when she was sitting on top of him.

In the end, he decided not to say anything at all. Instead, he lifted a hand, threaded it through her hair, and pulled her down for a kiss that rivaled the intensity of the one they'd shared earlier in engineering. There were no more excuses here. There was no more dismissing the issue because someone might come in. This was as private as they were probably going to get on this ship, and with that thought, every last reasonable objection he'd held flew out of his mind as his other hand moved around to cradle the small of her back, pulling her against him.

Pulling her body flush against his, he leaned into the kiss, the hand at her waist roaming a little farther south than decent, resting there as he finally broke the kiss. "Lassie," he said, knowing she'd be quite aware of the effect she was having on him in a matter of seconds if she hadn't already, "If you're thinkin' of turnin' back, now's the time."

[LT. ADALYN McCORD]

Adalyn had been relatively certain when she entered the chief engineer's quarters that she would put forth the effort to push their relationship to this point. The only reason she had been hesitant, was she wasn't clear on where he was in all of this. Now that she was, there was nothing holding her back. Scotty's reaction had been more than what she had hoped for, for his lips claiming hers made her inhale sharply and kiss him back. Adalyn ran her hands up through Scotty's hair as she moved her body against his as she felt his hand on the small of her back. He wasn't aware yet, but that was a relatively sensitive spot for her. Like any person, Adalyn had her sensitive areas, apart from the most obvious ones. Every time he pressed against the small of her back, it made her skin tingle as she kissed the Scotsman harder. They were doing this, and there was nothing that would stop them now. They were in his private quarters, it wasn't like anyone could just barg in here. The place opened from the inside, so they were pretty alone. It was late as well, it wasn't like someone was going to be looking for either of them right now.

Adalyn's hair fell over their faces as she they let their bodies do the communicating between each other. She knew that her presence was stimulating the man beneath her, and it was more than welcomed as she felt his hands travel farther down her body. Then he pulled away, which she didn't appreciate. She knew that air was important, but her mind was far from logic at this point. All she wanted was him at this point and talking wasn't really on her top priority list. She did listen to what he had to say and she appreciated his concern for her well being. He was being considerate, and she would keep that in mind for praise later. Right now, she just wanted to take this all away, everything and just he with him. They were so busy, despite the shore leave, and what with the recent damages, their time was depleted even farther. This was their chance to have what they needed from each other and she didn't want to clog that up.

"Touch me, Scotty." She whimpered as she smashed her lips against his, her stomach rubbing against his chest as she let go completly. The clothing she was clad in was frustrating her and the shirt that Scotty was wearing was restricting her. Adalyn was the timid flower that either everyone loved or was annoyed by. They never knew that she was fully capable of being a completely different person. Then again, no one was ever this intimate with her before. She was reserved with everyone, but now she was with someone who could see every side of her. The timid, normal side, the serious side, and the total sex kitten.

It was safe to say, aching was a good word to describe Adalyn as she kissed Scotty. She then pulled away, her breathing labored as she looked down at the worn out shirt that Scotty was wearing. She took the moment to read it and it caused a smile for form on her soft lips. She ran her hands over the words before looking back to Scotty, one eyebrow raised.

"Hmm, not wrong." Making a reference to his reaction of grabbing and kissing her right after initiating the sex pass. She reached down, her slender fingers grasping at the bottom of his shirt and with that, she pulled the shirt over his head. She let the shirt fall to the floor behind her as she ran her hands over his bare chest, raising a brow at his bare upper body, a smirk on her lips. Not bad, not to mention his arms were hard to compete with. His work needed plenty of upper body strength, a boy he had the arms to prove it. Adalyn moved her body closer to his, her knees rubbing against his sides. She was to the point where her body was super sensitive and the slightest sensation of his skin against her made her body tingle. There was a luring smirk on her lips before she lips claimed his yet again, her arms wrapping around him to steady herself. She was still in his lap, they haven't quite made it onto the bed completely.

[LT. CMDR. MONTGOMERY SCOTT]

There was a line, and they had crossed it, they were past the point of no return, for Scotty, at least. That wasn't to say that if she said stop he'd just keep going, but from here on out, he certainly wouldn't be the one calling this off. She seemed to be relatively pleased when he moved his hands down her back, and he smiled into the kiss, his tongue darting out to trace the delicate line of her lips against his as he kissed her harder. Harder, there was an ironic word, considering the situation. Her skin against his, firm and yet impossibly soft at the same time, worked things in his mind and body that nothing else had the ability to do. Right now, nothing else in the universe could have the allure that Adalyn's eyes did as he locked his own onto them, already breathless from the liplock he'd just broken to breathe.

To his relief, she didn't seem offended by his shirt, although she did get rid of it pretty quickly. He couldn't get enough of the way she just seemed to keep showing him different sides of herself. She'd gone from this adorable sweet thing who'd first caught his attention, to a considerate, serious conversationalist, and now she was the most amazingly provocative thing he could imagine himself ever wanting seated on top of him. Touch me, she said, and he couldn't have been happier to oblige. He lowered both hands to her waist, running his fingers under the edge of her shirt, inching it upwards on her body as he leaned up to kiss her again. The air against his own skin only heightened his sense of arousal, in spite of the fact that he walked around shirtless in his own quarters all the time, something seeming just a little bit more exciting about the fact that he wasn't alone this time.

Oh yes, he was more than willing to oblige her in that request. Up until now, he had been relatively silent when he wasn't talking, but as she leaned against him, he let out a low groan of approval, arching upwards against her as she wrapped her arms around him. God, she smelled incredible...she looked incredible...hell, if he had to define incredible, it would be the woman looking down at him right now. He slid his hands upward, keeping his fingers against her skin as he pushed her shirt upwards, tugging it over her head and breaking the kiss for an instant as he did.

In a sudden, swift movement that surprised even him, he stood up, taking her with him, holding her firmly against him, hands cupping her backside as he turned around, letting her back down onto the bed and climbing on after her, pressing her onto the bed with another heated kiss. Hands now free, he ran his left down her body, across the smooth skin of her sides, delving his fingertips under the upper edge of her shorts and resting his hand on her hip, half under the waistband and half on her lower stomach.

Supporting himself with his other hand, which he placed on the bed beside her head, careful not to land it on top of any of her hair (he was well aware that she might not enjoy that too much), he pulled away again for a moment, inhaling sharply before tracing a line of kisses down her jawline to her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "I cannae say I've had much practice with this lately," he admitted, "but as far as inspiration goes, you're impossibly perfect."

[LT. ADALYN McCORD]

At this junction, Adalyn wasn't really all too clear where lines were. She was sure that Scotty didn't mind if lines were crossed, but she wasn't really aware of the existence of lines. She was too wrapped up in the situation to really care either. She just wanted to feel, and she was perfectly content with just being close to the engineer who had a perfect handle on her slender form. It was refreshing to unleash a new side of herself, one that wasn't very prominent by any means. In fact, even when Adalyn had been with Luke, it was never quite this intense. Scotty made her feel things she didn't know were possible, which only made their relationship more clear to the woman. She wasn't afraid of moving swiftly with him anymore. He made a perfectly understandable comment about how they weren't guaranteed long lives. Space exploration was dangerous work and she knew it. So maybe taking advantage of an attraction and building up a stable relationship on that, in a week, well, who couldn't really care? It was their lives, they were allowed to do as they pleased with it. What Adalyn wanted was the man holding onto her right now, and she had him.

Adalyn felt his hands move across her bare flesh as she inched her tank top upward steadily. The way his rough hands felt against her soft skin caused shivers to roll up her skin, a moan escaping her lips against his as they kissed each other hungrily. The heat between them was scorching already and she could feel every little thing. Adalyn wanted flesh on flesh, soon, and as if Scotty had read her mind, he was lifting her tank top over her head moments later. She lifted her arms and let him remove her top before she ran her hands down his face the brief moment they weren't kissing before their lips claimed each other's yet again.

Then, it was almost like all the air left her when Scotty moved them. She yelped when he lifted them up into the air as he made the need move. She felt her hair sway around her neck as he moved her down onto the bed. She grunted with desire on impact, her legs parting to allow Scotty entry toward her. He pressed her into the bed, his lips claiming hers in another deep, hot kiss. She kissed him back with equal fever, her legs rubbing against Scotty's sides as things got closer and closer to that moment where there wouldn't be any restrictions between them. Adalyn's mind was cloudy, but she wouldn't have it any other way. It felt good to be desired again, to feel like she mattered to someone else. She didn't want to ever lose that, not again.

Adalyn moaned against Scotty's lips as his hands roamed her body, his touch tantalizing her skin. She felt his lips move from hers and star down her jaw and over her neck. She shuddered, her back arcing a bit as her knees ran across his sides. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, every sensation causing her brain to overload. She gulped loudly as he spoke, admitting to not having much practice with this. It was good to know he didn't sleep with a lot of people, but then he said she was perfect inspiration. It caused a smirk to form on her lips but it disappeared just as kicking as it appeared as the sensation of his breath against her skin causing her to gasped gently. She wanted to respond, say something to him, but no words would leave the woman's lips. Instead, those lips quivered as she turned her head a bit and felt her slender body arc toward Scotty.

Adalyn then thought for a moment as she took in the sensations that Scotty's touch brought her. She hasn't had a lot of sex in her life. She's never had multiple partners, and on top of that she hasn't had sex in over 4 years. Oh balls, if this hurt she was going to be angry. She wasn't sure if this little encounter would harm the girl, but was fairly certain that it would be a little painful at first. She was a small girl to begin with, and with lack of sexual activity for an extended amount of time, it didn't take a biologist with her intelligence to understand that this was going to hurt at first. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, pushing the thoughts from her mind. She didn't care at this point, she was a big girl. Adalyn looked at Scotty for a moment before looked down at his black sweatpants with a smirk. Adalyn was well aware of the lack of other articles of clothing beneath those pants. She still had her intimates yet. But for him, all he had left were his pants and that was it. She was curious but she would leave him be for now, leave that for later.

[LT. CMDR. MONTGOMERY SCOTT]

He had reached the point where he wasn't thinking anymore, not the way he usually did. Normally, it didn't matter what he was doing, there was always that analytical engineer in the back of his mind, wheels turning away as he tried to figure something out. But with Adalyn, at this moment at least, he managed to drown that out with the sound of their breathing, ragged with desire, the only sound in the dim lighting of his room other than the all-but-silent brush of skin on skin and his lips along her collarbone as he followed it to the other side of her neck. He moved upwards, tracing the curve of her ear with his lips, then back to her mouth, where he captured her lips in another fiery kiss. The only thinking he was doing right now was contemplating how he was going to get her shorts off of her without breaking the rather heated activities they were engaging in regarding the top half of their bodies. His chest rising and falling with the uneven rhythm of his breath, he sat up on his knees, straddling her now as he moved both hands lower, fingertips working between her shorts ad whatever tiny undergarment might be under them.

He slid his hands inside her shorts, his hands reaching around and sliding over the firm curve of that one part of her he'd tried so hard not to stare at every time she left the room, then further down, past her thighs and knees. He let his lips move over the distance, down the center of her chest to just above her waistline, as he tugged her shorts to below her knees, assuming she'd be able to kick them off from there, and unwilling to move away from her any farther to make sure. He had a feeling she wanted to be rid of them as much as he wanted them off of her, and he moaned, out loud for the first time as he moved swiftly back up to kiss her again.

He reached for her hands, catching them in his own and lacing his fingers through hers before drawing her arms upward and pinning her hands to the bed above her head, resting his forehead on hers as their breath mingled between the two of them, his chest heaving against hers as he breathed. He inhaled, swiftly, and leaned down, his lips barely grazing hers as he tried to catch his breath. He had no idea how long it had been for her; he thought maybe she hadn't done much with other fellows since her last one had met such a tragic end, but he knew that it had been a substantial amount of time for him - long enough that it only made this particular encounter that much more intense for him.

It was odd, he was the one leaning over her, but at the moment, he felt so completely surrounded by her. He moved forward, her legs brushing against his sides, and gave a half-thrust forwards as he kissed her again. God, he wanted her more than breath, but he was going to do this right, was going to make it as good for her as he already had a feeling it was going to be for himself, and in his experience, doing that might take a little time to make sure he did things perfectly. Releasing her hands, he sat up again, his eyes flickering over her body in a desire-laden sweep of both the exposed regions and the ones his imagination still had to fill in for him. How he could possibly think of anything else in a situation like this...the others had obviously been nothing in comparison, or perhaps he just hadn't been in the same state of need, but whatever it was, he knew that all he wanted right now was Adalyn, all he needed was to be with her in every way he knew how.

His sweatpants were growing all too true to the name, although his whole body was undeniably hotter than it had been twenty minutes earlier. He wasn't sure if it was a psychological thing, brought on by the rush of hormones being with her evoked, or if it was the friction of their bodies moving together, but he knew one thing beyond a doubt, and that was the pulsating, throbbing heat that had gathered in his brain the moment she'd first touched him and had since moved through every nerve in his body, settling finally between his legs (if "settling" could be used to describe such a feeling). That was a certainty.

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[LT. ADALYN McCORD]

Adalyn was usually the woman who always had a good head on her shoulders. When she was in the lab, she answered questions easily without error and without hesitation. However, that Adalyn wasn't present currently. The Adalyn that was now in control of her tight, small body was now the part of her personality that rarely ever got to come forth. She wasn't like most people her age. She was of a ripe age, twenty two was an age where people tended to take life by the reigns and live it to the fullest. They had relationships, they slept with each other, they didn't practically anything they wanted, and what did Adalyn do with most of her time? She spent it in a lab with intellectuals. It was odd for her to hold onto such responsibilities, but right now, there wasn't a single responsible thought in her mind. All that Adalyn could really concentrate on was the way her skin felt against Scotty's. She wanted to get out of these clothes, but she knew that she couldn't go and rush this, it wasn't the way to go about this.

Adalyn looked up at Scotty, a smirk forming on her lips as he straddled her this time. Then, what she felt next caused that sly smirk to slid away as he began removing her cotton shorts. His much larger hands moved underneath them and moved against her rear end, making her teeth tug against her bottom lip. She felt his hands sliding her shorts down her legs, knowing she could easily kick them off after that. But she was too caught off guard by his lips as he trailed tantalizing kisses down from her chest and moving farther south steadily. Once he reached the top of her waistline, her breathing had become erratic as her heart raced against her chest. He had gotten dangerously close to a certain part of her anatomy and that made her body shake.

The brunette biologist didn't have time to dwell on what had just happened, for Scotty was commanding her attention yet again. She felt his hands grip hers, their fingers lacing together before his pinned her there with her hands above her head. Adalyn groaned, her body meeting his as he thrust his against hers, as she kissed him back with a whimper. Her body quaked with so many different feelings and desires, it was hard for her to concentrate really hard on what was going on. Then after he released her, sitting up, Adalyn pouted a bit before she found her footing. She could do a bit herself now as she moved into a sitting up position herself and looked into his eyes. There they sat, on their knees in front of each other. She was clad down to her matching bra and panties set, hugging her intimate areas so well, and she knew it. That was their purpose, especially for this evening.

Adalyn let her smoldering eyes look him over as she moved her body closer to his, her long hair hanging over her shoulders and down her back, her slender hands moving across his chest as she touched his skin. Adalyn let her hands move over his pecs before she leaned down, letting her lips trail kisses down his neck slowly, her lips soft and moist against his skin. Her hands moved across his stomach, then moving to rest against his back she let her lips trail farther, her tongue darting out to taste his skin. Her lips roamed across his collarbone before she let the trail lead farther south on his body. She gasped against his skin as her lips moved down his chest, her hands finding their way back to his front, her hands trailing after her mouth, reiterating the path of her kisses. She knew that she was getting dangerously close to a certain area of Scotty's anatomy, which was an area she never really traveled orally before in her life. Maybe that made her slightly prudish, but she had her views. She paused her teasing trail at the top if his waist, just like he had done to her as her lips formed into a smile. She let her gaze move directly to that area between his legs before she moved back up to meet his gaze.

The animalistic fever had subsided slightly as she looked up into his blue eyes. They were beautiful, she noticed as she reached up, her hands holding his face in her hands. She wanted this to be a very important stepping stone in their relationship. She knew that eventually this would be common for the, but this was their first time together. It needed to be special, she thought as she ran her hands down his neck to rest on his chest. She then let her lips claim his again, sweeter this time. It was a soft, deep kiss that conveyed her romantic feelings toward the man, not the sexual. She then pressed her moist, supple body against his, letting him know that the foreplay portion of this encounter would soon be coming to a close. It was almost time to take the plunge and Adalyn's body was conveying that ache as she finally found her face.

"Make love to me, Scotty." She whispered against his lips, her arms wrapping around him as she kissed him harder this time, expressing her desire as she moved her body against his, her palms running down his back slowly before she pulled away. She stared up into his eyes, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip as she waited for him to respond, wanting nothing more than for him to take her now. She could stand to wait, but she didn't want to any longer.

[LT. CMDR. MONTGOMERY SCOTT]

He felt like he could have watched her forever, burning every curve of her body into his memory to be recalled whenever he wanted, but that wasn't reasonable, considering the desire that was driving the two of them at the moment. They wanted this...hell, you could probably say they needed it without being too far off the mark, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to wait much longer. The two of them, remarkably intellectual people each in their own way, had both somehow managed to cast that aside and act on instinct, and it was going amazingly well. Her positive response to his actions gave him all the more motivation to continue, and he was about to take another step towards helping her out of the remainder of the clothing that kept him from the rest of her when she sat up to face him, her eyes meeting his in a look of something born from desire, but only describable as something quite different...was it adoration, or curiosity? He hoped it was the first; he knew that was the underlying emotion that ran beneath the obvious lust he was demonstrating.

Her hands on his skin elicited a shaky exhale from him, and his eyelids fluttered briefly, sliding shut as a low moan escaped the back of his throat at the feeling of her lips and tongue against his chest and stomach. Oh, hell he thought, his body shuddering involuntarily as she moved lower before drawing her glance back upwards to meet his eyes, which he forced back open at the touch of her hands on his face. She kissed him, and he felt a surge of attraction, both emotional and physical, wash over him at the undeniable passion, not just lust or desire, passion, the same devotion and care they were both capable of showing towards other things in their lives, the passion that had previously diverted him from relationships like this one, now diverted, directed towards another person, this woman, where before he had allowed nothing to stand.

She pressed her body against his, and he gave her a hum of approval as she did so, admiring the way her hair fell around her face, the way her chest rose and fell with her breath, the way the low illumination of his quarters shined on her skin, casting her in a near-angelic light in front of him. Make love to me, Scotty, she said, and all thoughts of doing anything else were gone, if they had been there before, they were banished now, and he swallowed hard, finding his voice.

"Aye, that I can do." he breathed, his hands sliding down, around her sides, caressing the smooth skin there around to her back until he found the clasp of her bra, hoping he'd be able to manage it blindly without too much trouble. He tried it, released...and nothing happened. Shit, he thought, dropping his head to beside hers, moving his lips over her neck to distract her while he tried again. It took him another three tries, but finally, it came loose, and he trailed his hands upward, sliding his fingers under the now-loose straps, over her shoulders, drawing it off towards the front of her, his hands tugging the article of clothing down to her forearms before letting go, tracing his fingertips back up the undersides of her arms, finally moving his hands down to cup her breasts lightly, thumbs circling over the soft skin he found there. He moved back to pull her bra the rest of the way off of her arms, casting it aside onto the bed or the floor, he didn't wait to see which.

He decided at that moment that in spite of the fact that he'd removed every article of clothing but the one little piece that remained, she was vastly overdressed. He wanted her, all of her, now, and he knew she could probably see it in his eyes as he took in the newly revealed skin he'd just uncovered. He wanted to touch her, taste her, be as close to her as he possibly could, and he didn't want to wait much longer. He wanted to lay her down on the bed and explore every inch of her with his hands and lips, discover the secret places that would evoke the breathless reaction he wanted from her.

He leaned forward and kissed her, his breath fast and short as one hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her against him with and cradling the base of her head, fingers woven through her hair and wrapped just slightly around the back of her neck as his lips found hers. She was so soft against him, every curve of her, every place where her body met his feeling as if it were suddenly on fire with the heat of their skin together.

[LT. ADALYN McCORD]

Adalyn enjoyed the way Scotty responded to her touch. He reacted well, it egged her on, but she knew that all this teasing was only prolonging the inevitable. They wanted each other and she could feel it with the way they touched it each other. The heat was too much to ignore and Adalyn was just ready for whatever he had for her. She loved the way his body quaked against her touch, but she knew that he could easily turn the tables around on her. She was simple to tease, which she was certain he knew already, but she didn't care, what was the point in being hard to tease? It only made things unnecessarily difficult. Besides, he already knew how she felt about him, what was the point in even attempting to play hard to get. She knew her words had been distracting for the man, it was all in the tone of voice. It almost didn't matter what she said, it was just how she said. However, in this instance, it was both what she said as well as how she said it. What he didn't know, was that his accent drove her wild. It didn't matter, accents were stimulating when they were foreign, and boy his was enough to make her squeal.

She felt his hand against her bare skin, which was already sensitive enough. She felt wear he was going and it caused a giggle to leave. She then felt his lips against her neck as he fumbled with the clasp, which she didn't point out. She didn't want to insult him for not being able to take care of it, she understood that sometimes bras were difficult contraptions when you were as flustered as he was. Finally, however, the clasp freed and her chest was then released to him. She was a little nervous at first to be exposed to him, but she wasn't really insecure about her body. She knew that it was nice to look at, but then again she wasn't vain about it either.

She felt his touch against her chest, feeling her the soft skin of her breasts between his hands causing a groan to leave her lips. She then felt him yank the rest of her bra away from her and toss it away from them. There she sat in front of him, her upper body completely exposed to him. And the way he was looking at her, it was safe to say the man appreciated what he saw. She enjoyed this different side of Montgomery Scott, the forceful sexual type. She loved the way he handled her, the way he just took control of her body, yet took perfect care of it at the same time. This was the type of handling woman craved from their partners. They wanted someone who could get the job done, yet took perfect care of them at the same time, and Scotty did just that. It was the perfect package for her and she couldn't imagine herself with anyone else ever again.

Her forehead creased in delicious agony as his lips claimed hers and she whimpered against him as he held the small of her back and pulled her against him. Her skin rubbed against his and her heart raced against her chest rapidly. It was getting so heated between them that it was taking her breath away almost literally. His touch drove her crazy, but in a perfectly acceptable way. She kissed the older man harder as he wove his hand through her long hair, their bodies moving against each other. She wanted him to take her like she knew he wanted to, she could feel it. She moaned invitingly against his lips as she let her hands grip his sides tightly, her slender fingers sliding across his skin as she held him against her body. There were down to the last articles of clothing for both of them. Soon, nothing would be preventing then from takin that final step. Finally, Adalyn pulled away from him, gasping for air as she ran her hand down his face, her nose touching his. She smiled gently, beautiful as she ran her hand down to his neck and with that, the woman laid down on the bed, her hair spreading across his pillows in a sea of brown silk. She then looked up at him, her hand running down his chest as she just stared up at him, waiting.

[LT. CMDR. MONTGOMERY SCOTT]

Being with Adalyn brought out something in Scotty, something not many people had the opportunity to see applied to anything but his work. It was a single-minded pursuit, a complete devotion to one thing he was doing above anything else that could have possibly occupied his mind. She was the only thing he was interested in, the only thing that could keep his attention right now. That focused, purposeful demeanor that was so evident when Scotty went about his responsibilities in engineering had turned into the indomitable desire so apparent in his eyes. His mind was working, undivided, at what he could do to bring about the amazing little noises she made when he did something right. It didn't occur to him that his accent might be a factor in that, but he was instinctively following the physical impulses that came to him. There was something incredibly provocative about undressing her, something that made this even more appealing than if she'd just shown up at his door with nothing on, even if there wasn't any chance of anyone else seeing her in that rather compromising position outside his door.

She was so close to being entirely his, to do with what he could, to claim her completely with touch, taste, to let her completely overwhelm his senses, and he wanted to take her in his arms and show her, without inhibition or restraint, exactly what she made him feel like doing. She was beautiful, he thought, pulling back from the kiss and glancing over her again, lingering on the smooth curve of her collarbone, the perfect v, diving down into shadow between her breasts, and the shine of her eyes, reflecting the desire in his own, yes, she was beautiful, and by some stroke of luck he knew he couldn't possibly deserve, she was somehow his.

He wasn't fooling around anymore, not in the metaphoric or literal sense of the words. He slid a hand over her right shoulder, over her chest, fingertips grazing the skin of her stomach downwards until he hooked two fingers of his right hand under the waistline of her panties, bringing his other hand up to her left hip and doing the same there. He knew she'd have to lift up a little if he was going to pull them off completely, but he figured she'd know that as well as he did, and would probably help him take care of that when the time came. He drew her last remaining article of clothing downwards, past the smooth skin of her thighs, and he could swear his own heart pounded with deafening in his ears, drowning out all else but the sound of their breath in the air. He leaned down, pressing hot kisses in a line down her chest and stomach before retracing that path back upwards to her neck and finally her lips.

He was glad he didn't have to say anything, that there were no words needed at this moment to tell her how he felt. Honestly, he wasn't sure he still had the ability to speak, not with the way his breath caught in his throat as he looked her over. He placed his hands on either side of her slender form, sliding them down, over the curve of her hips as he watched her, gauging her reaction, looking for some sign of approval or encouragement. It wasn't that he didn't think he was doing things right, he was just looking for any sign that would give him an indication of what to do next, something that would tell him he was on the right track. He pulled her against him, running his hands downward, over her thighs, back up again, fingertips dancing over her chest and then down finally to wrap the fingers of one hand around her slender hips, the other moving up to brace himself as he claimed the territory of her chest and stomach with his mouth, lingering on her breasts and the delicate skin of her neck, where he paused briefly, his breath short as his tongue darted out to taste her, even as his free hand moved back up to slide gently up the left side of her body.

[LT. ADALYN McCORD]

Adalyn knew that he would remove that find bit of restricting clothing, that piece that would halt them from engaging in elicit activities. However, she kept in mind that he was still wearing his sweatpants, and he would have to remove those for anything to happen between them. She wondered if he was self conscious about it, like most men were. Then again, you had the men who thought they were perfect, especially down there, but Scotty didn't strike her at all as that type of man. He was far too humble for that sort of attitude. Besides, she would have been able to pick up on it, if he had in any way been that way. He would probably be out of his pants by now. She laid there, waiting for him to make his move before she noticed him come toward her.

Adalyn gulped before letting her lips part at his touch. His fingers roamed over her shoulder before moving down toward her panty line, roaming over her chest and looked as his hand spanned across her flat, small stomach. His hand got closer and closer toward her panties that it made her breath hitch in her throat. She then felt him as he started to remove them, his fingers hooking around the waist band and started to tug. She gave him a grunt of approval as she lifted her pelvis a bit, allowing him to pull her panties down from her. She watched as they glided down over her thighs as his lips traced a hot, seductive trail of kisses against her skin from her chest down her stomach. He has discovered most of her buttons, those little points on her body that helped push her over the edge. The small of her back, her stomach, as well as her hair. She loved it when his hands moved through her hair, it was a personal fetish.

Now, Adalyn was completely at his mercy, her body was completely and utterly exposed to him. Not a scrap of clothing shielded her from his gaze, from his touch. She was his for the taking and she wouldn't have it any other way. She didn't want another man's hands roaming her body like it was a tool. She didn't want someone else's lips touch her skin, she only wanted his. She didn't verbally state it, but she held it in her mind, knowing that she was giving herself wholly to the man above her. She belonged to him now, from now until something separated them. Adalyn had fallen for the man, hard, but she wouldn't say it to him, not yet. She would wait until she was certain that he felt the same way, if the feelings were reciprocated just as strongly in the coming times for them. She hoped, but she would never force, because that wasn't how she did things. She just hoped that she was what he wanted, who he wanted, and she just hoped she could continue to be that woman for him.

Adalyn was helpless against him as he took control over her slender body, claiming it in so many ways. Adalyn arched her back as his hands roamed over her thigh and back up over her small frame. His lips claimed her chest and neck, making her verbally announce her appreciation for his attention to her. She then gasped loudly as his tongue tasted her flesh as his hand slid up her side at the same time. Her skin tingled as she reached for him, her hand grasping his side tightly in her palm. She then ran her hand down to the top of his sweatpants and let her fingertips run across the waist band before stopping with her hand touching his abdomen. Her fingertips touched his sweatpants, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip before a groan in aching desire left her as her breathing labored.

"Scotty, please." She cried, her body quivering as she waited for him, almost begging. If he was hoping to tease her to the breaking point, he had succeeded in that respect. She needed him now as she let her nude form press against his, invitingly as she looked up into his eyes. Her green ones pleaded with him, full of lust and love as she waited for him. It was time, and continuing to tease her was only going to frustrate her more. She was tired of waiting, she wanted it now, and she knew that he did to. She bit down on her lip again, her forehead creasing in agony as she continued to wait, her chest rising and falling faster as she hoped he didn't make her wait any longer.