Title: Um… I really need to name this.

Author: Shades of Hades

Date: March, 2005

A/N: I rewrote this chapter because I wasn’t satisfied the first time… ; They finally have names now though. lol! Thanks to a random baby names website. I’m horrible at naming characters and always have been. ;

Chapter Two: Left Foot Caught in A Sensual Seduction

The night wore into morning, and my frustration grew every minute he was there. I couldn’t help myself. He was still every bit as beautiful as when we had met in college.

I slipped out of bed, carefully trying not to wake her, but my trying was in vain. She rolled over, he brown eyes half opened and staring at me. “What are you doing at this time of night?” I watched her squint at the table next to me, where the red glow of the alarm clock was. “Sorry. Morning?” She corrected herself and I swallowed hard, staring at her drooping eyes.

She narrowed her eyes at me and I nearly ran. It took all my will power to stand there at the edge of our bed and stare into the eyes of the beast I had just woken. People have always told me not to poke the sleeping bear in the zoo, but do I listen? Of course not! I like to live dangerously. Hence why I let a man who will most positively ruin the marriage that I didn’t want anyways, in less then a week, stay in my home.

I opened my mouth to speak, but my words weren’t coming out, my throat had suddenly become very dry. I licked my lips.

I was beginning to panic.

I couldn’t be caught! Not now! I need a taste of my forbidden fruit (which is sure to be delicious), currently residing in my guest bedroom.

“I—I’m getting a drink.” A little stutter in the beginning, but otherwise, it was perfectly preformed. Sometimes I have to marvel at my lying skills. I mean, really, I’ve lied to my wife this long, you think I should be good at it, right? I was always told that we should stick to what we’re good at.

Gripping the edge of the bed, I nearly fall over, waiting for her reply. She just looked at me and shrugged.

“Okay, have fun.” And with those three words, she was snoring again into her pillows. I grinned and made my way to the door and into the night… err, morning.

So I wasn’t exactly getting a drink of water… I was getting a drink of something, but let me tell you, it definitely wasn’t water. No sir-ee, bob.

I glanced around the house to make sure I wasn’t being watched and finally, I found myself at the white door of our guest room. It was originally meant for our future children, but it seems that after we got married, the thought of children from her just… stopped. Good thing too. Really good thing, because there’s no way I’d get away with doing this on the couch with my children and wife sleeping in their beds.

I shuddered. The thought of children just frightens me to no end. Scary little disease carrying things…

Finally stealing all of the courage I had left in my body, I let my hand find the doorknob, and turned it, pushing open the door. I was met with a pleasant smell that was definitely coming from him. Just like I always remembered. I sniffed, forgetting completely that I was in enemy territory until I found myself pressed against the bed, a pair of hot, smooth lips on mine, and hands under my shirt. I found myself entangled in the forbidden TREE, never mind the fruit. Well, the fruit I guess you could say was me, but at this point… Oh god, who cares!

We were all over each other; neither of us able to speak in anything other than grunts and pants. It was, easily, the best thirty minutes of my life.

When we were done we clung to each other like we were starving and each other’s skin was the sweetest pie in the world… Okay, well, at least I clung to him. He just sat up, staring down at me with happy green eyes sparkling. I snuggled closer to him, practically purring, my face stuck against his warm, sticky chest, but you won’t hear me complaining… Well, maybe a little… stickiness is never a fun thing.

I frowned at the thought, and he just ran his fingers through my short brown hair, still smiling down at me. “I missed you, Cayden.” I glanced up at him in surprise, nearly numb at hearing my name from his swollen lips. He smiled again, leaning down to kiss me gently and I melted into him.

Getting daring, I darted the tip of my tongue out. Lips should never taste this good… like the sweetest candy.

We lost it again, lips sucking, bodies moving in a sensual dance. Yes… definitely the best night of my life.

When we were done I could barely move. My tired limbs were wrapped around his, and my mind was doing a jig.

“Dane,” He glanced over at me, and I just smiled in a happy daze. “You make me feel like I’m twenty years old again...” He gave a short laugh and I glared at him. “What?” I demanded, propping myself up on my elbow to look at his beautiful face.

“Nothing.” He smiled. “Just, when I first walked in, I felt like the enemy… and now I’m making you scream my name… well, at least say loudly, because I mean, if you screamed we would wake up your wife.” His laughed, a deep rumbling in his chest. I pouted at him. I had completely forgotten that he was my enemy… Damn.

Sitting up, I began looking around for my clothes. “You are the enemy.” I said it softly, but I’m sure he heard, because he wrapped his arms around me from behind as I tried to lean forward.

“Enemies don’t make love like we just did… Especially not twice.” I could FEEL his smirk against my skin as his fingers ran across my still naked chest.

I admit I was about to give in to his touches when I felt something rather… hard, against my backside.

Gritting my teeth, I hissed in annoyance, wrestling out of his grasp. When a ringing slap echoed through the room, I finally let out a sigh of relief.

Big green eyes looked though a curtain of black at me. “What the hell was that for? Jesus Cayden, I was just being a little frisky. Not like it would hurt you to do it again!” Dane growled at me, holding his sore cheek and I growled right back.

“Perv.” I told him, practically spitting malice. “You haven’t changed at all!” Sitting back on the bed, I crossed my arms and held my head up, looking down on him like a snobby little high school girl.

Let me tell you, of all the things that I expected to hear… laughter really wasn’t one of them. Dane laughed loud and hardy, sucking in air with every little pause until he could hardly breathe anymore.

I gave him a quick kick in the shins for his trouble.

“Can’t you be serious for two seconds! I was trying to have a conversation here!” I was fuming with anger… and he was crying with joy.

I pushed him off the bed, which caused him to laugh harder.

This isn’t good. If he’s too loud my wife will wake up and find us here together… naked. Shit! Naked!

Looking down at myself, I blushed, realizing I didn’t have a lick of clothing on and neither did he.

As I made an attempt to cover myself with a sheet until I could find my real clothes, I was met with a pair of happy green eyes.

I glared.

He held up my underwear with one finger, looking amused as I jumped for them, nearly losing my protective sheet as I did.

Clutching the white sheet with one hand, I grabbed with the other, balancing my self on my stomach. He grinned as his lips met mine again in a teasing kiss.

It’s about this time that I began to wonder if I’d EVER leave this room. It didn’t look very likely, considering his fingers were currently trying to tease what was hidden behind the sheet.

I began to panic, as I caught a glimpse of the alarm clock that was resting on an elegant nightstand. It was almost time for my wife to wake up, if she wasn’t up already! I didn’t know what to do as his fingers continued their sweet seduction… so I did the first thing that came to my panic-addled mind.

I punched him in the face.

Dane fell back with a curse, grabbing his nose and winching in pain.

My frantic eyes searched the room and within seconds I was standing out in the hallway, panting and clutching my clothes to my chest.

Remembering my worry about my wife, I looked around quickly, letting out a satisfied sigh when I realized I was alone.

I had just shimmied into my undies when I my ears picked up something it dreaded.

There was a knock on the front door.

My knuckles were white with tension as I stared terrified in the direction of the door. I had to practically tear my fingers off to get them to move, pulling my pants on as I ran to answer the door.

I had barely managed to pull my pants all the way up (somewhere in the back of my mind a voice was yelling exactly WHY my face felt so sticky) when the doorknob began to turn.

To Be Continued…. Hahaha, I’m evil.