The whole time he'd been in that room with Ashley and the pull she was having on him, his mind kept turning back to Helen and how it was so wrong for him to be anywhere near that position with her daughter of all people. He had been so close to kissing Ashley and not the woman he had wanted to kiss since they'd been stranded in a plane during a blizzard in the Hindu Kush. Now they were yet again on the brink of another crisis although he was definitely seeing the humor in this one. The things looked like Furbies, not that he had owned one but they definitely reminded him of Furbies.

Yet the Nubbins seemed far more devious. He was having a rather hard time understanding that part because there wasn't anything that they had done except one had escaped and this far evaded. He had suspicions about what else the little buggers did besides eat everything in sight, including themselves; there was a certain edge to them that reminded him far more of the evil gremlins than fuzzy Furbies. He chuckled wryly while continuing to walk the hallways. That little stint in her office had done more to him than the twenty minutes he'd spent with Ashley.

He had flashed back to her body pressing warmly against his, the darkness of the blankets covering their heads and the freezing air just an inch away. He had so wanted to lean forward and kiss her again, but he was sure the invitation was no longer open. The sexual tension in the office had been so heightened that he was worse off than being stuck in the plane with her mostly naked, and this time they had been fully clothed. He groaned thinking of the comment about putting the fire out. Could he have been any cheesier with that? And she'd come back with that comment. God he'd about spilled in his pants then. He was sure that she had seen his full erection when he'd stood even though he'd tried to avoid it.

Stopping suddenly he looked around and found himself at the doors to his room. He just needed to fix this problem. He needed to jerk off and fix it then and now, there was no way around it. Pressing open the door he walked inside pulling his shirt off as he went. His jeans were next before he lay heavily on the bed and sighed. He hadn't even turned the lights on, but he didn't care at that moment. He was hoping for sleep to take over him, but his arousal was getting in the way and he was unable to shut his eyes for longer than five minutes without tossing and turning over and over.

An hour or so must have passed before he gave up and licked his palm. He took in a few deep breaths before pressing it to his erection and rubbing soft fingers up and down his length. He sighed at the sensation, it was a wonderful feeling that he had missed in his time at the Sanctuary. He'd only started living there a short while before, but he had yet to have a private moment like this.

Helen was shifting back and forth in her seat. The smoldering look that Will had given her, the movement he had made closer to her had done far more to her body than she would have liked to admit. That and with the previous mission so close in memory, she certainly wasn't putting down the idea either. There was a certain amount of time in a new relationship where things like this could build or they could falter. She had hoped they would falter as their friendship and workship would be far stronger for it, but in moments like these she doubted that thought and prayed to any god that a sexual relationship wouldn't devastate anything they had.

Her skirt was riding higher on her legs and the heat from the fire caused a flush on her cheeks and neck. At least she was blaming it on the fire. Standing suddenly she put out the flames and made her way to his rooms. She would take the chance. Opening the door and flicking on the light, as he would surely be sleeping, she stopped suddenly and turned her back. The sight she had seen had been most unexpected. Will: his body prone, muscles taught, hand on his penis as it stroked headily up and down while his thumb paced over the tip of his erection and his whimpering at every move he made.

She heard him pull the covers over his body and couldn't get the look of shock and pure embarrassment out of her mind's eye. "Dear lord, Will. I'm so sorry." If she could have she would have covered her eyes, but she figured that even with her back turned to him, the throws of embarrassment would have been enough. Surely his cheeks were lobster red and his erection far from being alive and well. "So sorry." She pulled open the door and made a hasty exit leaving Will to his own means.

He sat back and watched her leave, "Magnus." He called it out but it was after she was gone. He groaned and leaned his head back into the soft pillow, his mind reeling from the thoughts of her leaving. That hadn't been good. He couldn't explain anything to her, but she had to know. Certainly she had to know what she did to him.

Magnus was leaning back on her own bed, a long shower had done nothing to relieve the ache between her legs and it was only slowly getting worse. There was only one thing she could do at that point to rid herself of it and she certainly didn't want it to get to that point. She had a feeling that she would be called away on an emergency and it would not be the best thing in the world for her to be caught in such a compromising position. She caught herself sighing again before she huddled down under the covers in the dark of night.

She heard the door creak open not twenty minutes later. Turning on her side she watched as he moved in closer to her, his face inches from her yet his body not touching. Their eyes were watching each other intently and he was not intending to speak. "I'm sorry, Magnus. I shouldn't have."

"It's only natural, Will." She pressed a hand to his cheek and sat her body up so that he could sit beside her hip. She pulled the thin sheet to cover her breasts; she always hated sleeping in bedclothes after washing. It seemed to defeat the purpose in the first place. "I apologize for not knocking."

"Well, that we should certainly make a rule." He was blushing again; she could feel the heat seeping through the blankets and into her skin.

Her hand moved down to grasp his knee, the pause in their conversation awkward yet comfortable. "What is it Will?"

"Nothing," he was smiling again and his chin dipped down to avoid eye contact with her. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

She leaned forward and grasped his face close to his ear, her eyes swirling over his downtrodden features while their breaths mingled once again. They were so close, all she had to do was lean in again and then it would all be over. Neither would be able to keep hands off the other and the moment of intense tension would be gone. "Will." Her eyes dropped shut before slowly opening again to watch as blue made contact with blue. "You can kiss me if you want." Why she kept putting that moment in his field was beyond her, but for some reason she felt as though this all had to be on his part.

"I almost kissed Ashley today."

Her lips quirked. "Did you now?"

"Yeah… but I couldn't stop thinking of you."

His fingers were tracing each of her collar bones again and she had to smile at him. "Do you like my chest?"

The flush crept over his face and body once again heating her through the blankets. "Y-yes." He whispered it, his body momentously inching closer to hers. "I find it quite intriguing."

"And why is that, William?"

"You have freckles…" his eyes trailed up to her face before moving back to where his fingers were. "And scars, but you never see them unless you're close." His hand stopped.

"I did give you permission to kiss me, William and yet again you have not."

"I'm biding my time."

"And once again, you bide your time for too long." She did lean forward then and pressed her lips softly against his, the tension coiling and wrapping in her stomach as she was sure it was doing in his. The moment was soft and tender, just lips to lips and it passed. She moved back away from him grinning as the red in his face remained and his eyes refused to make contact with hers.

The knock at the door disturbed them and she shifted away from him once again, her eyes moving to the wood where she knew her manservant would be. It slowly creaked it open, just as Will had done earlier and started to poke his head around the corner. "I'm coming," she called over Will's shoulder and watched as the door shut again. She turned to the man sitting in front of her. "That'd be my old friend." Pulling the blanket up she began to scoot off the bed so that she could dress.

A/N: I don't know if I should continue with this or not...please tell me what you think. ~~Arones