Chloe stirred in her sleep. The air was cold and something was tickling over her bare back. She shifted her shoulder blades, trying to chase away the teasing. The tickling sensation was replaced by warm lips moving across her bare skin in the wake of the tickle. She smiled.

Davis.

She rolled over onto her back and smiled at him dreamily. Davis leaned over her holding a red rose. The sight of the rose sent a rush of heat in her as she remembered her dream in The Talon basement. At least the early part of the dream, before it turned nightmare.

Her smile faltered. Davis didn't know about that dream.

Seeing her expression change, his smile faded. He moved as if to get up, but she seized upon his arm.

Something started to work its way up through her still-sleepy thoughts. "Davis..."

His smile was back and he twirled the rose in his fingers. Seeing his smile return, she forced her own smile back. Whatever it was could wait. Bad things were always waiting to make themselves known. Davis' playful side was so rare and precious these days. There was no need to ruin it so soon with old dreams and new worries.

"Nothing," she said, mostly to herself. She reached for the rose, but he pulled it back.

Her look turned quizzical. He lowered the rose to her nose. Her smile became real when she closed her eyes and took in the heavenly scent.

The rose pulled away and Davis leaned in and gave her nose a quick peck. She giggled.

He moved the rose down and outlined the shape of her smile. Then, again, his lips followed the flower. His lips teased and nibbled at hers, playfully. Cool air hit the skin of her stomach as Davis pulled the covers down. Her sweatshirt had rolled up in her sleep, leaving her bare belly exposed. The brush of the rose moved to tease over the exposed skin. It tickled terribly, but her squeaks turned to sighs as Davis pushed her sleep shirt up further to expose her breasts. When the delicate petals brushed and then circled her left nipple, she gasped into Davis' mouth. The nipple turned hard and sensitive as he continued to brush and spin the soft petals against it. She let out a small sound of protest when he pulled the flower away, but it was only to help her strip the shirt off fully. When it was gone, his mouth took the flower's place. He flicked and sucked at the taunt flesh while he moved the flower to tease at her other breast. She moaned and arched her back, causing the covers to slip farther down her body. When the second nipple was as primed as the first by the rose, he shifted his mouth to follow. When his focus shifted, the rose was shifted to forge a trail down her exposed stomach. She gasped at the combined feel of the tickling flower and the sensation of Davis mouth on her nipple. Her hands worked to push the covers down further, freeing her lower body. The overlarge sweatpants hung on her hips now as she writhed on the bed.

Oh God. His lips were now following to her navel. Where would he guide the flower next?

She felt him catching the waistband of her sweats, and helped him by lifting her hips to push them down and off.

Her center was pulsing with heat and excitement as she laid bare before him. Her breathing became rapid and she found her legs opening in invitation.

She couldn't help the whine that came to her throat when he bypassed her center and moved down her left thigh. His lips followed behind, teasingly. When the flower hit her knee, his hands moved to lift her leg. She had never realized that the back of her knees could be so sensitive. First the soft flower, then his warm lips brushed and swirled there. She found herself moaning again as a new wave of wetness flowed from her core. The flower continued skimming down her calves to swirl around her inner ankle. Davis lifted her foot delicately to his lips to nibble her ankle.

Watching him felt extremely erotic. Almost more than anything else they had done. Maybe because no one else had ever kissed her there? Maybe she had a latent Cinderella fantasy?

She didn't care. Watching this beautiful man hold her ankle to his mouth almost made her come right then. But Davis was nowhere near done. The rose moved to her other leg, this time starting at the ankle and moving upward. He shifted so he gripped her right leg and gave that ankle equal attention. His lips were behind her knee again when the rose gently drifted to hover over the curls between her legs. Her breathing turned ragged when the silky petals ghosted down over her center. Then she no longer felt his lips on her thigh. She looked down to find his hot eyes watching her as he moved the flower down her core. She couldn't look away as the brilliant red petals teased her most intimate place. He used his free hand to uncover the tight hard bud. Then, still holding her gaze with his heated eyes, he moved the flower carefully to press gently on it. Her hips came off the bed from the combined gentle pressure and her own overheated state. When her hips came down again, he swirled the rose in a tight fast circle and blew a stream on cool air on her overheated core.

She had been hovering on the edge for some time, so just like that she came. Her hips began bucking wildly in her orgasm, and just when she thought it was over, Davis mouth followed the path of the rose.

She came all over again.

She was still vibrating when she felt him sink into her and they rode out the waves together.

The scent of crushed rose petals filled the air.