"Tell me what you want."

That simple phrase, so warm and inviting, sent goosebumps down her arms. She sat on his bed, looking down at his feet as he stood in front of her. Her face was flushed, her body trembling; she wanted him. Damn, did she want him! But she knew he didn't feel the same way. Swallowing her emotions and gathering what little pride she had left, she attempted to stand, pushing him away from her lightly. He moved enough to let her stand, but no farther.

"What I want, I can't have."

"Why not?" The question threw her for a moment. Why couldn't she have what she wanted? Why did she have to suffer for loving someone? What if he did want her too? One way to find out. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she whispered,

"Because I want you." It was his turn to pause. Regretting opening her mouth immediately, she looked down again, staring at his feet. She knew he didn't want her back; why did she ever open her mouth? His fingers at the base of her neck stopped her train of thought dead in it's tracks. Her breath caught in her throat, her heart stopped; for just a moment everything froze. He smiled softly as he felt her skin twitch slightly beneith his touch. He moved his fingers lightly over her sensitive skin, loving the way she trembled under his hands. Finally, as she began to moan almost silently, he trailed his hands down the side of her neck to turn her gaze to meet his. Her eyes were smoldering in desire; his were glazed over in need. She held her breath, afraid to break the spell. He whispered her name, and that was all it took. Being unable to hold back anymore, she reached up and pulled him to her, their lips colliding in a desperate kiss.

The kiss was hot with desire, hidden feelings, and lust. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair, holding him to her. His hands trailed down her body to her waist, pulling her frantic body to his. She shivered as he slipped his tongue between her pretty lips. His tongue stroked hers, stoking her fire, her desire. She moaned as he pulled away from the scorching kiss, his lust filling his eyes. She took a shaky breath, sitting down slowly onto his bed. He stepped forward to stand in front of her. Where it all began. She was the first to speak.

"That was a mistake."

"Was it?" Another simple question that threw her. Was it really so wrong for them to be together? What was wrong with one night? But she knew. She knew she wouldn't be content with just one night. She would keep coming back, keep bringing herself back to this position, this desire. She looked up into his smoldering eyes and realized something:

Tonight, she didn't care.

Tonight, she wanted him. And tonight, she would have him.

Wordlessly, she pulled him down on top of her and into another kiss. She could feel herself drowning, but just for this one night, she was going to let herself drown.

NOTE: Ok, this is kinda a 'One More Night' deal: people like it, I'll continue. I guarentee there will be more detail in this one and it will be explicit. If you guys want to see that, review. If this is not your thing, move along please. Thank you.

SF