A/N: This one will be M-Rated next chapter…and slight warning for the end of the chapter. I wouldn't call it M, but I would call it a definitive R. It is very discriptive although there is no actual *action*Body parts are named. Be warned.

One of my reviewers gave me this little plot bunny (although it was intended for Hatter) and although she shall remain nameless so she doesn't die of embarrassment, I still thank her for it. Hope you enjoy.

Fit to Be Tied

Connor was a remarkable lover. She never would have imagined he would be, but he was. He was attentive and thorough; and always ensured that Abby was satisfied. Connor was remarkably skilled with his hands, and with his soft lips and tongue. Really, she should be satisfied with what she had. Some people were never so lucky. Connor had given her more satisfaction than all of her previous lovers combined. She should be able to let it go at that… but Abby had to pick. As much as she loved what Connor could do for her and to her…she wished he was a little more… vocal, less restrained.

It had been a trial to get him to the point where he would position her where he wanted her, or move her head lower if he wanted her to suck him off. That barrier had taken ages to break through, although he had accepted instruction as to what she liked rapidly enough. She thought this little fantasy she was currently nursing might come from what she saw in him, rather than anything inside herself. She had certainly never had any particular interest in this sort of kink before Connor. Maybe it was because she could see it behind his eyes. She could see the hunger, shuttered back and pushed down… repressed. Connor was most definitely repressed.

As it turned out, he wasn't a virgin before her. He wasn't what she would call experienced by any stretch, but he had sex in Uni. It was pretty difficult to be a college student and not have sex; you almost had to work to avoid it. Connor was tasty, even back when they had first met and he still radiated 'geek' he hadn't been hard on the eyes. With a smile like his, and his dark puppy eyes and dimple… it wouldn't even take much alcohol for a girl to get past his Star Wars talk and just shag him senseless.

Connor had admitted that it had never been very good before her. He had looked down as he said it, embarrassed and bold at the same time. And he had been eager to make it good for her, too. But… he always held back. She wasn't sure why; perhaps one of those 'not good' experiences just made him gun shy. She had told him she wanted him to let go and tell her what he wanted her to do for him; that she wanted him to stop biting back the cries and moans behind his lips. Except for that first time, he was almost silent… even as he came.

She worried about how to broach the subject, but knew he would agree to it. He always agreed for things like this. Still, she was nervous… but if it brought out the fire smoldering inside of Connor it would be worth it. If it broke down that repression and let him let go… She wanted to give him that. She hoped he wanted it too. He trusted her. He would let her do this. She just wondered if he should. It might be better just to let him come out of his shell naturally. But it wasn't in Abby to be patient, not for this.

She ended up springing it on him. It wasn't fair, but she did it. She was kissing him and tracing her nails down his back, relishing the shivers her touch still caused. Even now, after months of sharing each other's bed she could still have him quaking within seconds. The first time between them, he had let go…she wanted it again. Needed it. She broke off their kiss and tangled her hand in his hair… brought his ear to her mouth.

She licked the outer shell slowly and then whispered, "Let me tie you down?"

He shuddered again and nodded, "Yes."

It was unfair to ask him while she was running her hands over his bare skin, when he was already so hard and needy he would have promised her the world. He was working to slow his shuddering breaths, and she saw something akin to fear in his eyes. He would never hurt her, and she knew it for a fact… but she had hurt him over and over again. It was no wonder he still feared what she would do to him. And she was going to deserve it.

Connor had an abundance of scarves, so it was an easy thing to find something to tie him with. She secured him spread eagled on the bed. His eyes had gone wide and scared, but he gave her a small smile to show he truly was on board for whatever it was that she had in mind for him. She kissed him long and slow, letting him relax and melt into it. She broke it off finally and knelt between his legs.

He stared up at her confusedly after she stayed in place for a long moment without moving. She took the time to look over the line of his body in admiration. She had always gone for large men, and she liked blue or green eyes… brown was common and boring. Tall, also… at least two meters. Connor was the opposite of her 'type,' but she had to admit that her type had changed.

The first indication was when she noticed herself admiring a man with the same body type as Connor's. Slight but strong and wiry. If he was larger, she would call it a swimmer's body. His shoulders were much broader than his narrow waist, and he had remarkably nice toned legs as well. He had put on muscle since she had first known him, and it suited him. He would never be bulky; instead he just got more defined and stronger. She wondered how she could have ever gone for anything else.

His expressive dark eyes were beautiful, and along with checking out smaller tightly toned men, she found herself drawn to brown eyes. She always compared them with Connor's. She had been embarrassed when at the pub with Sarah one time she had been talking about how hot one of the guys there was, and Sarah commented he could have almost been Connor, if he had a nicer face. It was then that it dawned on her. Connor had changed her 'type,' and her type was Connor.

It had scared her silly, and she had taken it out on Connor. She had pushed him away as hard as she was able to, using her brother's visit as an excuse to kick him out of the flat. It had taken being trapped back in time together for her to admit it, she loved him. She wanted him. And once she had, she wondered why she had fought it. Connor was still Connor, and sometimes he drove her mad… but he was her best friend, and she loved him.

Connor swallowed nervously; and she realized that she had let the moment go on too long.

"What are ya' doin'?" he asked, somewhat breathless.

She smiled at him and traced her hand down his chest, over his taut stomach to his navel. She followed the light trail of hair down lower, tracing over his thick cock. That had been a pleasant surprise. Connor was just above average in length, but she when she gripped him in her hand, her fingers didn't meet. With girth like that, he didn't need much instruction to make it good for Abby. Besides, he had done quite well with his own natural aptitude… she had just helped him refine his technique.

His cock jerked in response as she ran her nails down the length. He closed his eyes as she stroked him lightly and clenched his jaw.

"Look at me," she commanded.

He did, and she watched as his eyes got more lust glazed with each stroke and squeeze. He tried to shut his eyes again as his breath quickened in his chest.

"No. Look at me," she ordered.

Her scrutiny made him uncomfortable, and it showed. Still, she would break down this barrier. She hoped she didn't have to break him to do it.

TBC

A/N: Sooo? Please tell me what you think? Reviews are love! This little fic wouldn't leave my brain so I finally just gave in.