Interludes of Intimacy

Summary: Mature outtakes from my current WIP, Covet & Commit, just to whet your appetite. Rated M for tasteful, heterosexual content. Definitely not for the youngsters.

Disclaimer: I don't own Nancy Drew or the Hardy Boys and I make no money from this.

Excerpt 1: Ex's & Ecstasy

"Cal and Sam are friends, Nan, not potential employers or something. You need to relax."

Nancy Drew walked to the bed and plopped down despondently. She knew her fiancé, Frank Hardy, was right. They were due at his brother's new house for a dinner party in about half an hour and she was dreading it because Frank's ex-girlfriend and her husband were going to be there. Callie is present as Vanessa's matron of honor, Nancy told herself firmly. Not Frank's ex-girlfriend. Regardless, Nancy felt anxious about the pending event.

She sighed and looked surreptitiously at her fiancé, her worries about the party derailed almost instantly as she surveyed his lean, muscular body. Wearing khaki shorts with no shirt, his toned body bronzed from the last several days of yard work at his parents' home, she found it impossible not to stare. The desire to press herself against that bare chest was nearly overwhelming.

She forced herself to look up and focus instead on his handsome face. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, that didn't help her frame of mind. His brown eyes crinkled at the corners with the warm smile he directed at her and her thoughts strayed even further toward intimacy. His dark hair was damp and still mussed from being toweled dry after his shower, practically begging her to run her fingers through it. She had to bite her lip to keep from letting out an audible groan.

What was it they had been talking about? she wondered to herself. Oh, yeah, Frank's ex-girlfriend, Callie.

"I know. I guess I'm just trying too hard. I . . . I feel kind of awkward around Callie. I mean she told me she broke it off with you because of me. I feel guilty and I'm just not sure how to act."

Picking up his shirt from where it laid on the dresser, he walked toward her and tossed it on the bed. His large hands came to rest on her shoulders as he leaned down so he could look into her eyes.

"Callie and I haven't dated in over two years, sweetheart," he said. "It's practically ancient history. Besides she's happily married to Sam. More importantly, soon we will be happily married to each other. You need to relax and just be yourself. I mean, I'm crazy about you, so I can't imagine they won't at least . . . like you."

Nancy took a deep breath and looked up at him, forgetting again what they were discussing. She smiled and said, "I love you so much."

His eyes were a smoldering dark umber and Nancy felt her entire body react to the longing she recognized in them. He leaned in and gently kissed her, the pressure light but enticing. She pressed her hands to the warm skin on his shoulders and allowed her lips to part, deepening the kiss as Frank followed her down until they both lay on the bed.

His hand slid up her thigh, pushing her dress out of the way as he went. She knew she couldn't resist his touch, which had ignited a flame that licked along every nerve. But we need to be somewhere, she thought hazily as she felt him tug at her panties.

"Frank, we need to go," Nancy murmured, even as she allowed one hand to trail down his chest until her fingers were stopped by the waistline of his khakis. She heard his breath hitch as she slid her fingers under the fabric, his arousal obvious and tantalizing.

Frank's response was husky, "Yes, we do. So stop fighting it and let's make love. Then we can get on with our evening."

"You know I can't say 'no' this time of month," she whispered with a smile.

He dipped his head so his lips were just centimeters away from hers, their breath mingling as their noses brushed.

He whispered, "I was counting on it."

She undid the button under her fingers.

"Me, too," she breathed and then pressed her lips to his as she unzipped his shorts.

Her decision made, she opened her mouth, tongue probing in a demanding kiss. Pushing his shorts and underwear out of the way impatiently, she was dimly aware that he was also undressing her.

Their lips were forced apart as Frank pulled her dress over her head, tossing it to the floor as he resumed his assault on her mouth. Her bra and panties were hastily discarded as well, as they moved further up on the bed, Nancy scooting on her back as Frank crawled with her, their lips remaining locked.

She lay back on the pillows at the head of the bed and parted her legs, allowing Frank to immediately sink into her.

The sigh that escaped her lips was a reflection of the profound satisfaction she always experienced at this moment when she and Frank would first become intimately connected. She needed him almost as much as she needed the air she breathed.

This realization, which always accompanied their coupling, was almost frightening as she became acutely aware that her individuality was forever compromised by her union with him. But she knew she had no choice in the matter anymore. The wedding vows scheduled for Saturday would simply be a public announcement of the bond that already existed between them. She had never realized just how incomplete she was until she had succumbed to her feelings for Frank.

The satisfaction of the initial union was quickly overshadowed by the inexorable need for release. It was almost as if they could only stand the ecstasy of being one for a brief time as the pressure began building where their bodies joined.

Nancy could feel her core tightening around him, her hips undulating under him as the need for orgasm began to consume her. Frank laced his fingers into hers, raising their joined hands above their heads as he began rhythmically rocking inside of her.

Frank's mouth came down on hers in a bruising kiss as they moved together toward the edge of reason. Nancy closed her eyes and lost herself in the feel of their unified body approaching the brink, the anticipation exquisite and all-consuming.

And then they were there. That split second where they both peered over the precipice as one. Frozen, if only for a moment, in their wholeness.

But it was fleeting. All too soon the orgasm crashed in and they were both moaning with the intensity of the pleasure . . . even as they grieved for the unity lost in the release.

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Frank slipped his hands out of hers and leveraged his upper body off of her while trying desperately to remain coupled. In the heat of the moment it didn't occur to him, but once the orgasm waned he worried that he was crushing her under his weight.

The contented smile that greeted him when he looked down into her beautiful face simply confirmed what he already knew – they were meant to be together. Her hand stroked his cheek and her smile turned rueful.

"I suppose we should get going," she said.

Frank sighed in agreement and reached over to snag some tissues to hand to her before getting up.

"We could call Joe and Vanessa and beg off," he said hopefully as she stood up from the bed.

He allowed himself to fantasize about what they would do with a free evening as he watched her pad naked to the bathroom. He knew Nancy's father and Vanessa's mother were taking his parents out to dinner tonight. Aunt Gertrude had left early this afternoon and wasn't due back until Friday to help with the final preparations. That meant that they would have the whole house to themselves. It sounded like a slice of heaven to him.

Before he knew it, Nancy was emerging from the bathroom. She walked over to pick up her blue cotton sundress from the floor, grimacing at the wrinkled mess, which she tossed on the bed.

Moving behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck.

"Just think, sweetheart, an entire evening in the house by ourselves. We could really make the most of your ovulation."

Nancy ducked out of his embrace, snagging her panties from the floor and pulling them on.

"While that does sound tempting, honey, I don't think it's a good idea."

Frank glanced at the clock. They still had about fifteen minutes before they had to be at dinner.

"Well, then, how about indulging me in one more quickie?"

"Hmm, we did manage that last session in record time. We might even be on time to dinner."

Frank moved to close the distance between them but was stopped by Nancy's hand in the middle of his chest.

"We don't have time. Get dressed, Hardy."

Turning to pick up his underwear and shorts off the floor, he grumbled, "You're no fun."

He was surprised when he felt her arms circle his waist, her still mostly-naked body pressing against his back.

"Tonight is our last night together until after the wedding. I promise to be lots of fun . . . after dinner."

Her hands wandered to the base of his already stiffening penis and stroked it to a full, throbbing erection before sliding back up to embrace his shoulders, her lips pressing to the back of his neck. Her quickening breath raised gooseflesh across his back. He knew without a doubt that she was dripping wet for him.

He groaned as she pulled away, leaving his back exposed and cold.

"You're still going to make me get dressed, aren't you?" he asked.

"We really have to go, Frank," she said, holding up the sundress, again, as she surveyed the many wrinkles critically.

"Forget the dress and wear the shorts, sweetheart," he said as he pulled on his own shorts. "I won't be quite as tempted to rip those off of you in a private corner of Joe and Van's new house."

He caught the shiver that his comment had elicited and smiled wickedly at her. "Then again, the dress does allow easier access."

A blue cotton wad of sundress hit him square in the face.

"Behave yourself, Hardy."

Frank flashed her a roguish grin as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"That's highly unlikely, sweetheart."

NH

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this little teaser for my next full-length story.

I just about have Covet & Commit done. It's one of my shorter full-length stories at only 67K words, but it does finally get Frank & Nancy and Joe & Vanessa through their long-awaited wedding day. I won't commit to a date to start posting, but it should be within the next few weeks.

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