Author: Regency

Title: Be Mine

Rating: Teenish

Summary: Circa 2005, Eve undergoes a change.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or the show Passions.

She rolled beneath him wrapping her legs snugly around his waist to steady him. This was her life now. She had taken to it with both hands. Every time they made love felt new and fresh. They were still learning, still remembering.

She had no doubt that his vast experience made him an expert, but hers did too. Twenty-five years a playboy and twenty-five years a wife. She had learned a thing or two about keeping her man happy.

His slid a hand under her shirt to caress the supple skin of her back as while he with absolute abandon attacked her neck. He made love as he did everything else: powerfully. It almost overwhelmed her senses. To feel, see, hear, smell, and taste him all at once was a dream come true and a near nightmare. She couldn't keep her control this way. The proper Dr. Eve Russell couldn't and wouldn't win. Eve Russell wouldn't bury her nails in Julian's back the way Eve Johnson would. See, that was the way Eve Johnson was. She like to leave her mark on every and any one.

She pulled away to breathe and looked at him. A feline smile took hold of her face and Julian was startled to realize that the Doctor was out and his songstress was in. He had no idea what to expect now.

Eve decided that she'd been forced to wait for long enough and she beckoned Julian back with a single finger. He came as she called. She'd forgotten how good it felt to own him. As he leaned down to kiss her, she took his face in her hands and kissed him instead. She wanted to be in control for a while.

She knew her beloved control freak; he'd soon try to reestablish dominance, but she wouldn't have that. Not if he wanted her tonight. He would simply have to take it as she gave it. She pushed his hands away from the buttons of her shirt and reached for his instead. She could tell he wished to protest, but that he also faintly remembered the rule. The rule being that when she took charge, let her have it. He knew better.

Finally, she pushed the shirt off of his shoulders and leaned up to pepper his chest with kisses. He groaned as she bit his neck. She had marked him as her own. She could expect retribution of the same when it was her time to be taken. But, for now, it was Julian's turn.

"Julian, I'm going to make love to you, now. To you. Let me." It wasn't a request. It was just a declarative statement. She thought he should have some kind of warning before she ravished him.

"Eve--" She pressed her fingertips to his lips and shook her head.

"No, I am in control here. Do what I tell you to do." He liked this powerful, demanding side of her. He only nodded and waited. She pulled his head down and kissed him with a stunning disregard for decorum. She tried his politesse and enjoyed herself immensely. She could feel the rippling struggle in his muscles as he leaned against her. "Enjoying yourself, Julian?" She pressed her hand to the bulge near her hip. He rested his forehead against her neck. His voice was muffled against her neck.

"How can you be so cruel and yet so cool at the same time?" She chuckled and tickled his back with her nails.

"It's all in the attitude, baby. It's all in the attitude. Now, lay down." He laid down and looked up at her. She stood up over him and met his gaze. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and he reached up to touch her. She pushed his hand away with a glare. The blouse is dropped onto Julian's chest to reveal the black lacy bra beneath. He licked his lips and exhaled as the air was knocked out of him.

"Oh, Eve. You are so beautiful. God, I want you."

"Good to know." She wanted him to weep in ecstasy. She could do it, she'd done it before. In the past, she had. She paused and touched his face to get his attention, as though she'd lost it. "I love you."

"I love you," he whispered in return. He would always be hers.