For Auld Lang Syne...(rp for itsnotmydestiny)

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"For auld lang syne, my dear...for auld lang syne..."

The song blasted over the speakers, barely audible over the din of the crowd, but Lance was oblivious to all of it. The cold stung his bruised face, the noise hurt his ears, but it all melted like ice cream on a hot day as he shared his first New Year's kiss with the woman of his dreams. She was warm in his arms, and as their lips met he was warmed further still by the reminder of what kissing her tonight could lead to.

It was Arthur that finally broke them up, Arthur that pointed to the fact that the party that was about to get rolling was one they didn't much want to stick around for. It was a crazy night already, and it was only going to get crazier.

Despite Gwen's protests, it was Lance who led the charge, carefully sandwiching her between Arthur and himself as he led the human chain that wove through the masses and finally got them out of the crowd teeming in Times Square for the dawn of 2010.

The car they were sharing dropped Arthur first at the hotel, then left Lance and Gwen at the simple duplex in Brooklyn that Lance called home.

"The place is kind of a mess, but it's home." he explained as he led her to the door. It was a little rundown, but clearly taken care of as he continued to apologize as he let her in. It had been a long time since she'd seen his place, he'd been living in a loft over a pizza place in Queens the last time he'd had her over. The house had come later, a gift from his father after a particularly big real estate sale.

Inside, it was a little cluttered but clean, the torn sofa and numerous dog toys littering the floor making it clear that a parent, of sorts, lived in the home.

And, as Lance flipped on the light in the foyer, the dog child in question barked to greet them. Nails clicked against the hardwood floor before the corded standard poodle came into view and all but leapt on Lance. Catching her, he lifted the dog into his arms with a grin and kissed her shaven cheek.

"Hey, Bette baby." he cooed, setting her down on the floor again. Kneeling beside her, he patted her braided flank and looked up at Gwen with a grin. "Don't think you two have met yet...Bette? Meet Gwen. Gwenyth? Meet Excalibur's Divine Miss M...Bette for short. This here's the other woman in my life."

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As far as she was concerned, there was no better way to be introduced to the year 2010 than being wrapped up in the arms of the man you loved. She was barely aware of anything else as they kissed till Arthur cleared his throat, gently reminding them that they wanted to leave. Or at least the boys did because she tried protesting the idea but they were right, it was best to get out of there before things went really crazy.

When they dropped Arthur off, she ignored his knowing look as he waved before disappearing into the hotel. The same hotel she had stayed in all the other times they visited New York and Lance but this time she had somewhere else to go. It had been planned a week before after all.

As they walked into his home, she didn't take notice of whether it was worn down or not. It was his home and in her eyes it was beautiful. Of course, she was also nervous. A laughable feeling considering she wasn't a virgin by any means but she suddenly felt like one as she shrugged out of her jacket, wondering at her own shyness. Hanging up her jacket, she turned at the sound of nails against the hardwood floor and she arched a brow slightly at the poodle that joined them. Chuckling softly at the way the two greeted each other, she moved forward with a smile.

"Well, hello Bette." She held out her hand slowly, offering it for the dog child to sniff.

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Bette sniffed her hand, whining as she did. Lance laughed and patted her side again as he chided her.

"Hey, now...you're gonna have to share me from now on." he laughed, releasing her as he shifted to stretch and pick up a ratty stuffed tiger off the ground by the wall. Squeezing it, the toy squeaked, earning Bette's attention. He tossed it, hard and far, making her bark as she turned and trotted off to chase it down.

"That'll keep her busy for a while." he grinned, rising to his feet to face her again. Still grinning, he absently cracked the gum he was chewing and reached up to scratch his neck, feeling as nervous and new at this as she did. He'd been with other girls, but this...it wasn't just a girl. It was the girl, The One. He knew it, felt it in ways he hadn't before...

"Can I get ya a drink?" He finally offered, flipping another switch on the wall to light the living room as he led her further inside. "Here, have a seat...I got pretty much anything, and I gotta just feed Bette real fast, hope ya don't mind."

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Watching him as he chucked the ratty stuffed tiger somewhere into the duplex, she chuckled softly before looking back at him. "Think she'll be okay with us?" She asked almost quite seriously, trying not to let the corners of her mouth twitch in amusement. "I mean, I don't want to cause problems." She said with an innocent smile.

Then suddenly they were both silent and awkward. Reaching up to brush some hair from her face, she shifted her weight slightly as she tried to think of something -- anything -- to say. Clearing her throat, she was about to come up with something but then he was offering her a drink.

"Uh, anything would be fine." She nodded, moving to follow him as she focused on breathing slowly. "No, of course I don't mind, go ahead." She motioned before turning to find somewhere to sit, chewing on her bottom lip.

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Nodding a little in thanks, he flashed her a lopsided grin as he left the room and headed for the kitchen, his heart hammering in his chest as he tried to control his breathing.

Jesus, it was so much different here.

They felt the same, every touch, every kiss, but as he moved around on autopilot, mixing Bette's kibble and canned food, he realized that it had been easier to just be with her back in Lakeshire. She was his lady, his queen, and he was the lord of Castletown, knight of Avalon and right hand to King Arthur Pendragon.

There was an illusion of equality back home...here now, it was just Lance and Gwen, not Sir Lance and Guinevere. He was a blue collar nobody, and she was an heiress. Here, their worlds had nothing to do with each other, the common ground just didn't exist.

Setting Bette's food on the back porch, he whistled for her. She was there in an instant, gobbling away greedily as he slid the glass door shut. She had a doghouse on the enclosed back porch to protect against the cold, which would give the two of them privacy.

He took a couple more minutes to collect his thoughts and locate a couple of beers in the fridge before he entered the living room again.

"Hope ya like Sam Adams." he laughed, walking over to the couch to offer her one.

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As she sat in his living room, she looked over everything that was his and she continued to nibble on her bottom lip. She realized now that she had never really been alone with him before, not really before Lakeshire. There they had been on even footing, they had shared something in common and they still did but now it felt a world away. They weren't really linked to the past here, now they could focus on the present and future. One that left them both a bit shy and awkward.

Maybe it was made worse because they weren't together every day for hours. That had been the nice thing about being in Lakeshire with him and now she was all too aware of how much she missed him when they were apart. Perhaps she could find a place in New York? But should she really suggest such a thing or would he be somewhat scared by it? One never knew how men would be with commitment after all, even someone like Lance.

Looking up as he brought her a Sam Adams, she didn't have the heart to tell him that she didn't really drink beer. Instead she smiled as she nodded, taking the bottle from him. "Thank you." She shifted her legs to the side so that he could slide past and sit down beside her. Then she angled herself towards him more, smiling softly. "So...it's a nice home." She nodded, looking around.

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Lance took a swig of beer as he sat down beside her, setting the bottle on the coffee table before shifting to face her with a twist of his body, tucking one leg up beneath him. In the low track lighting, dimmed by a bulb he still had to replace, she was shadowed and full of secrets now. He wanted her to be awash in the pale luminescence of moonlight and the English sun, every dark corner lit for him to see.

"Thanks." he replied quietly, staring into her eyes for a long moment before lowering his gaze with a heavy sigh.

"This...this is way different, ain't it? I mean...I dunno about you, but it's like...I'm nervous. What's up with that?"

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As he pretty much said what she was feeling, she had to laugh softly as she leaned over to set her beer bottle down on the table beside his and then she turned to face him more fully. "I don't know but I feel it too." She admitted, reaching over to take his hand in her own.

"I don't know why though. I've never quite felt nervous before but now I feel like....a school girl or something." She looked down almost shyly, brushing her fingertips over the back of his hand.

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"Guess the culture shock's finally settlin' in." he mused, making no move to take his hand back as she seized it for her own. It felt good there, her touching him, reaching for him as though he belonged to her. It was the first thing since midnight that actually felt comfortable...right.

Shifting to face her more fully, he reached out with his free hand to brush her hair back over her shoulder, watching her face as he did.

"This is the real world, this is you 'n me." he went on softly, shrugging. "This here, right now...it's all I got to offer you."

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"You act like you're offering me nothing." She murmured, almost in disappointment. Lifting her free hand, it was her turn to curl her fingers against his cheek as she looked at him quite seriously. "It always bothers me that you might actually think that."

Shaking her head slowly for a moment, she continued to brush her thumb against his cheek before leaning over to press her mouth to his. "You give me more than I think I deserve." Okay, so they were both a bit hard on themselves.

Sitting back a bit, she looked at him with all the love she felt for him in her eyes. "I like being here with you, in the right now. It's all I want."

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The touch of her hand was distracting, but her kiss was crippling. He could almost resist that urge to shut his eyes and bury his face against the welcoming warmth of her palm, but when their lips met he was torn from reality completely. Every single time they kissed, every single solitary time...

When she drew back, leaving him to sink slowly back into real time, the real world, he was left blinking at her as though drugged, wondering if time would ever temper the effect she had on him. Was that moment of transcendence common ground enough to keep them together outside of Lakeshire, outside Avalon itself? Could they really find a way to make their lives mesh the way their souls had?

If it was what his lady wanted...it was answer enough for now.

Reaching out, he caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers, then let his hand curl around the back of her neck and drew her forward with a smile, sealing his lips to hers one more time.

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He wasn't the only one left crippled by the soft kiss because even if she initiated it, she didn't think she could stop herself either. The touch of his mouth against her own had a way of making everything fade away in a warm haze of pleasure. The world stopped and she swore she didn't need to breathe either as she kissed him.

When she did finally draw back, she looked at him as she opened her eyes a little and studied him from under heavy lids in a rather sensual gaze that was a touch innocent as well.

As he leaned forward, she leaned up to kiss him again and this time the kiss was firmer, showing a bit of hunger as she shifted forward slightly. Only a little more and she would be on his lap if he were so inclined to pull her closer.

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It was less a matter of inclination and more a matter of primal hungers he couldn't control. He tried, fought for something resembling composure, but when their lips met again some part of his brain registered the fact that he had her alone in his house, he'd put the dog out, and she was a heartbeat from dragging herself into his lap on his living room couch.

It only seemed logical, as the heat rushed over his skin like an infection spreading through his blood, to do it himself.

So his hands settled on her waist and lifted her, effortless and swift, to sit sideways across his lap as he deepened the kiss, fisting one hand gently in her hair to pull her closer still.

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As he slid his hands to her waist, she arched up into him while sliding onto his lap and shifting a bit closer. She loved when he held her close because he had a way of making her feel small and dainty, an amusing thought considering she never really wanted to be small or dainty.

Shifting to make herself comfortable on her lap, she twisted towards him a little more as a soft noise filtered out of her. Reaching up a hand up, she curled her fingers against the back of his neck while deepening the kiss.

She couldn't remember ever having wanted someone so much before. As the fire between them burned a little brighter, she trembled a little in the face of their combined passion which had a way of leaving her breathless.

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They'd agreed that tonight was the night they would consummate their relationship, but still he felt uncertain as she trembled in his arms...eager, hungry, and nervous at the same time.

He couldn't make himself stop...kissing her, touching her like he was now, hands skimming over her arms and down her waist, eagerly consuming everything he could reach within the limits of propriety...he didn't think he could stop.

And yet he broke the kiss, lips still touching hers, their breath still coming in short gasps, perfectly united...

"You're sure?" he rasped, nose bumping hers as his hand rose to cradle her cheek, holding her there to share his oxygen. "You want this, right now?"

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It hadn't really been decided in such a way that either one of them said out loud they would consummate their relationship but he had asked her to stay for the night. So it would be assumed that's what the purpose was though she knew he would never force her to follow through if she changed her mind.

But it was hard to convince herself she would ever want to stop, especially when he was touching her the way that he was. She twisted into his hands, arching beautifully as her own hands started to wander, tracing lines and memorizing the muscled frame of his body.

When he broke the kiss, she nodded breathlessly. "Yes. Yes." She murmured the word twice, giving him her consent in such a way that he could never doubt what she wanted. Then she chased his mouth with her own, kissing him hungrily.

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She silenced him with a ravenous kiss, and with that desperate touch of lips stole the last of his reason. For a moment there was nothing but heat and passion and that damned, agonizing hunger as he kissed her with a low groan that sounded more like a growl. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he tugged her closer, crushing her against him, incapable of doing anything but feeding on that touch of mouths and holding her as tight as he could. There was nothing but her taste, her body, her skin and hair beneath his searching fingers and lips...

He finally shifted, standing just a little with her still in his lap as he shifted so she was laying on her back on the couch. Breaking the kiss and holding his weight off of her as his body stretched out over hers, he let his lips wander over her face in a rain of feather soft kisses before he trailed warm, open mouthed kisses against her throat.

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She had no more reason of her own because all she had was the desperate need to touch him and to be touched by him. She echoed the hunger as her tongue played against his lips and sough out his own tongue. The growl made her shiver as she pressed against him, loving the feel of her breasts crushed against his chest and nearly every line of the front of their torsos pressed together but it still wasn't enough.

As he shifted, she moved till she was laying on her back and his body moved over her own. She hated that he was holding his weight off of her and she reached up to tug him down against her, needing to feel no space between them. Tilting her head back, she moaned his name softly. "Lance, please." She murmured.

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It wasn't exactly funny, yet for some reason he found himself chuckling just a little as she tried to tug him closer. Grinning against her neck, he laughed softly as he nuzzled the soft skin over her pulse.

"No offense, baby, but cash money says I'd crack a rib f' I did that." he chuckled, drawing back just enough to look her in the eye. The moment forced back some of the raging madness that was consuming him, and frightening him just a little with its intensity. It reminded him that he wasn't going to do this on his living room sofa, of all places...

Pressing one last, deliberately ticklish kiss to her neck, he pushed off of her and stood, then bent and lifted her easily off the couch and into his arms. She was startlingly light, but she wasn't very large in stature to start with...

Still grinning, he kissed her again as he carried her towards his bedroom.

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As he laughed softly, she pulled back slightly to look at him and then she chuckled with a roll of her eyes. "Not likely." She fixed him with a slight look. "I'm a lot sturdier than I look, Lance." She met his gaze, her features softening once more even as she felt herself take a slight breath to battle back the sudden raging fires. Wetting her lips, she laughed as he tickled the side of her neck while kissing the skin.

Then she meeped as he scooped her up into his arms, surprising her as she tightened her arms around his neck. Laughing, she shook her head before leaning in to kiss him firmly. "You never cease to amaze me." She murmured, her fingertips sweeping across his cheek lightly.

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"Yeah, an' I'm sturdier than you, which could make for an uncomfortable situation." he joked as he lifted her off the sofa. As she touched his cheek as he carried her, he leaned into her touch with a shaky sigh.

"Yeah? How's that?" he replied softly, stealing a kiss between words as he nudged his bedroom door open with his foot.

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"I don't think it would be uncomfortable at all." She shook her head at him before touching his cheek. She watched the subtle change in his expression as he sighed and leaned into her touch, proving to her that he was just as effected by her as she was by him.

"You just do, with everything you do." She murmured, kissing him back before glancing over her shoulder at the bedroom.

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"Yeah, well...guess that cat I rescued from a tree today was pretty big." he observed playfully, settling her down on the bed before stretching out beside her. Propping himself up on one elbow, he rested his head in his hand as he let his fingers run through her hair. "Not kiddin', either. We were comin' back from a call, and we stopped at this intersection...it was a ginger Persian, and it had sharp freakin' teeth."

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The laughter bubbled out of her as she rolled her eyes at him a little, stretching out on his bed. "You're also a horrible tease sometimes." She shook her head, still smiling at him before arching a brow playfully. "Wait, are you telling me that you got your ass handed to you by a cat?" Okay yes, she liked to swear at times mostly just because of the fact he always apologized whenever he did. "'Scuse my French."

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Lance rolled his eyes at her mocking apology, rolling so that his body finally covered hers, settling comfortably between her legs as he distributed his weight more evenly by propping himself on his forearms so he could look down at her.

"Just showin' you what you're in for." he teased, grinning down at her. "Lame stories 'bout the most inane, ridiculous parts of my day. If you wanna hear the good stuff, you'll prolly have to pry it outta me with a crowbar, 'cause that's usually never happy and nothin' I wanna lay at your doorstep."

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She fixed him with an innocent look before she smirked a little while he rolled over to cover her body with his. She loved the feeling of it though. Her breath hitched slightly as the lines of his body seemed to fit perfectly against her own, every hard line matching the soft curves of her own.

She chuckled as she brushed her fingers over his shoulders. "I really don't mind about the inane and ridiculous parts but I want to know the dark stuff too." She was quite serious now as she tilted her head to the side. "I want to know all of it."

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The idea of it sent a frission of fear and excitement through him. The idea of having someone to share that with...the idea of sharing the worst with the best thing he had...

Shifting, he swept one hand over her forehead and into her hair again, nuzzling his nose against hers. "I don't wanna hurt you...I don't ever wanna hurt you, not even by accident."

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"Yes, but it's going to irritate me if you try so hard to protect me by keeping me out." She nuzzled him back softly. "We're going to hurt each other, Lance. It's inevitable, that's what happens when you're in a relationship, right?" She smiled softly at him. "But I promise I'll apologize if I hurt you because I'll never want to actually hurt you but..." She shrugged a little bit before kissing him softly again.

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Lance kissed her back, slipping an arm beneath her shoulders to pull her just a little closer as he did. She had a point, and he hated her for being right about that. If she had any idea what she meant to him, how precious she was, how loathsome the idea of causing her any more pain had become to him...if she had a clue, she wouldn't be talking like that.

He was sick of talking, though. He'd never been much of a poet, and he was out of words.

So he held her, kissed her, and slowly sat back on his knees as he drew her up, letting one hand skim down her back to slip beneath the hem of her shirt and let his hands speak for him as they moved reverently over bare skin.

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It wasn't an easy thing to talk about or to admit but they had to be realistic. There were times when he would stomp on her feelings or when she would stomp on his, where they would hurt each other during some kind of disagreement but she figured they were strong enough to deal with it. They would figure things out and how to apologize afterwards.

Still, she was fine with not talking as he pulled her up against him and she slid her hands to his chest while kissing him back. She shivered at the way he touched her, almost as though he were worshiping her somehow.

Sliding her fingers to the front of his shirt, she tried to ignore the way they trembled as she started to slip the buttons through the holes with the intent of getting his shirt off of him.

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There was something about the way her hands moved over his chest, that slow drag over fabric and muscle that had all kinds of insane thoughts going through his head. Tearing off her clothes, pressing her back down and taking her as fast as he could...a string of spells he had the power to execute ran through his head, all of which would get them naked and joined all the faster.

Instead, he broke the kiss, eyes black with desire as he grabbed the hem of her shirt and stilled, hands shaking, before he dragged it up slowly, silently urging her to lift her arms to help him.

When that was done, he moved to help her unbutton the rest of his shirt, flashing her a lopsided grin. Two hands were good, but four were better, right?

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Her laugh was low and husky as she dropped her arms after he peeled her shirt away, revealing the lace of her midnight colored bra, the thin material doing little to hide the dark pink hue of her nipples or the way they were already tight from arousal. "Exactly what I was thinking." Her eyes dropped to the sight of his chest being revealed to her and she smiled a bit before leaning up to kiss him.

Sliding her hands over his shoulders, she slowly peeled his shirt down his arms and tugged whenever it got caught. All the while she nibbled over his bottom lip, tugging gently before deepening the kiss once more with a low noise of pleasure.

She could scarcely believe this was finally happening.

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He broke the kiss for only a moment to drink in the sight of her, half-naked, before their mouths met again and he sank deeper into heaven with the feel of her hands smoothing over his bare skin, stripping him of his shirt. Too often, despite the fact he'd grown up with brothers twice his size, he felt too large and too clumsy, but her touch made him feel like something altogether different. Graceful, powerful...beautiful with the desire in those delicate hands trembling just a little in her eagerness to touch him.

A low growl rose from deep in his chest, answering her own husky sound as he wrapped his arms around her, crushing her against his body as one hand moved up her back to unhook the clasp of her bra. Shifting, he used his nose to brush one strap aside as his fingers did the other, then with a small smile he kissed a path down the center of her chest, burying his face briefly in the valley of her breasts before gently catching the center of the sheer fabric in his teeth and gently tugging it loose from her body.

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He was beautiful in her eyes. She had never seen him as too large or too clumsy, but instead he reminded her of a lion or some other kind of feline. Large, sleek and all too powerful but she didn't mind. He was more graceful than any man she knew and despite the roughness of his hands, they felt like velvet upon her skin as she made a soft noise all while a trembling quiver worked its way over her body. She couldn't get enough of touching him and she only wanted him to continue touching her in return.

As he crushed her closer to him, she sighed with pleasure because it felt too good. It didn't hurt at all and she felt no threat of being crushed, only safer and adored. Chuckling softly as he used his nose to move one strap of her bra, she tilted her head back briefly before looking down to watch him as he used his teeth to pull her bra off. Wriggling a little, she let him before suddenly feeling somewhat shy at the fact that her entire torso was now naked before him. A blush stole over her cheeks before spreading down her neck and to the top of her breasts as she momentarily shielded herself.

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"Don't."

The word escaped him, hoarse and breathy, almost a snarl but gentle as he lifted a hand and gently moved her hands away, giving him the chance to look his fill. For all the intensity and possessiveness in that one word, it might as well have been mine.

Either way, it was a command, and not one he would let her disobey.

So his eyes moved over her along with his hands as they settled, warm and strong, against her shoulders, skimming lightly down her arms. While he watched, she blushed, and his fingers rose to map the spread of that rosy glow as it moved over her collarbones and down her chest, not stopping until he cradled her breast in one palm, the other tracing the edges of her blush over the top of the other as he moved to press his lips to her throat again, gently pressing her back into the mattress.

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She froze as the simple command, looking up at him with wide eyes as she heard him. It wasn't a harsh noise, not even close, but it had been firm and she found she couldn't deny him as he started to move her hands away from her breasts. She felt an icy flash of heat steal over her as she was exposed to him and she could see the hunger in his gaze. The possessiveness.

Her breath shuddered slightly as she dropped her hands, shivering as his hands moved over her shoulders and skimmed lightly down her arms. He seemed to be tracing the blush that stole over her, tracing down to see how far it went till he was holding one of her breasts in the palm of his hand. The heavy weight settled there as she made a soft moaning noise again.

Lying back at the gentle urging, she shifted her weight so that her legs wrapped around him once more to draw his weight down between them.

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Kissing a path along her neck, Lance lingered over a slope of skin here, a line of bone there, losing himself in the taste and the feel of the woman beneath him. It was a strange thing to feel like a rabid dog and a pilgrim at the same time, starving for a fruit he'd never tasted and looking for salvation at her altar for sins he'd never committed.

He was barely rational, yet he wondered as he traced the curve of collarbone with lips and tongue. He wondered if anyone else found it as delicate and distracting as he did. As his hands spanned her waist and ran up her ribcage, he wondered if anyone else was as distracted by the lift of her chest as he was. The summers he'd spent in Las Vegas, watching her beside a pool, he had to wonder if he was insane for being so fascinated by the dip of her navel and the line of her hip in a two-piece bathing suit.

Moving down her body, exploring every curve from collarbone to breasts to belly and back again, he let himself obsess over every physical detail he'd forced himself to ignore for years. Her breasts fit as perfectly into his hands as he'd always imagined, her skin was as sweet as he'd dreamed. There was an ease, a satisfaction in being able to count every bone, taste her skin, press his mouth to her belly and blow a raspberry to see if she was ticklish.

For tonight, and he hoped for always, she was his, and he wanted to take full advantage of this fantasy that was laid out before him.

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He amazed her. She wondered how she could have been so blind to him before but now she saw him. He was a knight, a large man with calloused hands and a rough nature that somehow turned poet by night. He didn't put it into words though, he did it by touching her. She felt everything that he wanted her to feel, moved to distraction and higher notes of emotion as his mouth continued to move downwards.

She felt as though she had been stripped down and lain bare before him. There was no hiding anymore and it was a strangely vulnerable, but exhilarating, feeling. She made a soft noise every time he lifted his hands to her breasts, cupping and caressing them softly until she swore she could take no more. The feel of his tasting her skin, counting her ribs and causing her muscles to tighten was almost unbearable but he distracted her with a raspberry on her belly which made her laugh as she playfully swatted him.

Then she returned the favor as she let her hands map the contours of his chest. She found he tasted like something darker, muskier, like an old fruit with a bit of tartness and tang. As she rolled her tongue slowly over one of his nipples, she listened to the reaction from him as her fingers moved along his ribs and over his belly. Even she couldn't resist a chance to be playful as she attempted to tickle him lightly.

After that, she sought out his mouth with her own. She wanted it to be like this forever.

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He never knew it could be like this. Kissing her was a revelation, but to be in bed with her, laid bare with that mouth dancing over his skin...he didn't think angels made love, but if they did he was certain that the gentle slide of her lips and tongue over his skin had to be what it felt like to be wrapped in the feather soft kiss of heavenly wings.

Rolling on his back, he dragged her on top of him as her mouth moved over his skin, tongue teasing at one nipple and tearing a low, nearly animal sound from his throat. His hands found her legs, running up and down as he fought the urge to grip, to leave marks and bruises on that pale, flawless skin with his coarse, too big hands. Kissing her, he finally moved his hands to her face, holding her there as he caught the flavor of his own flesh on her lips, mingled with her own taste...perfectly united, a harmony of two halves coming together the way God intended.

Like she was made for him, custom built by the Almighty himself specifically so he could have her, in this moment...have her for always.

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She had never guessed it could be like this either and she couldn't imagine wanting to ever do this with anyone else ever again. He was perfection under her touch and her mouth. She loved listening to the sounds that came out of him as her tongue and her mouth moved over his chest, urging the noises from him as his hands ran up over her legs.

Kissing him back, she moaned as her tongue played over his and sought more of his taste before retreating. When she finally broke the kiss, she pressed her forehead to his with a shaky sigh. "I....I love you." She murmured breathlessly, opening her eyes to look at him as the inky blue depths of her gaze shimmered softly.