Summary: Heymans and Grace spend an evening together.

Chapter 4 Rating: M

"Excuse me, miss, is this seat taken?" Heymans offered up a charming smile as Grace turned in her seat to face him. She casually checked him out, eyeing him from the top of her wine glass.

"Ooh. A handsome Lieutenant. Please, sit down," she said in a sultry voice. He grinned at her playfulness and greeted her with a kiss.

"Sorry, I'm late. Got caught up at work," he said, plopping down on the stool next to her. He took a swig of the beer she had waiting for him.

"I actually thought I was going to be late, so I guess it works out!" she smiled. "I ordered us sandwiches and this new appetizer called an onion blossom." He felt the sensation of something lazily rubbing on his ankle through his pants leg.

"If you're trying to seduce me...it's working," he said, his voice low. Grace turned a brilliant shade of red.

"Y-you must really like it, then." She set her wine glass down and smirked.

"You bet I do." He slid one arm over the back of her stool and the other on the edge of the bar in front of her, effectively trapping her in. She readily met his kiss, cupping his face tenderly, the rubbing against his ankle never ceasing. He groaned softly and sought to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding along her bottom lip. Grace pulled away slightly.

"Not that I don't enjoy this, because I do, but...what's gotten into you all of a sudden?" She said, looking very rosy.

"The naughty way you're rubbing my ankle," Heymans whispered. She blinked, her expression baffled.

"What? I'm not even touching your ankle."

Both of them peered under the bar. Mitzy had been rubbing her ear against his ankle and the edge of his shoe to itch it.

"BWAAAH!"

Mitzy looked up startled at the loud noise and Heymans was able to extract his foot safely from her reach. He got up from his stool and did an impromptu jig, shaking out his affected ankle with a grimace.

Grace couldn't help it. She tried desperately to hold in her laughter and ended up clutching her stomach and snickering. When she looked up to see him pouting with his arms crossed, she started back up again. He watched her for a moment before cracking an embarrassed smile.

"Yeah, yeah. I was just startled, that's all," he said, sitting back down and taking a manly gulp of beer. She snorted and leaned her head against his shoulder as she caught her breath.

Their food arrived and promptly ended that subject. They both broke off a piece of the onion blossom and tasted it. Grace nodded in approval while chewing.

"Oh, yum," said Heymans, reaching for another piece.

"Don't get too frisky eating that," teased Grace. He paused and gave her a sly sidelong glance before leaning over to whisper in her ear.

"Why don't I really show you what frisky is?" For emphasis, he placed a hand on her knee. He watched her draw in a breath and shiver at the feel of his breath at her ear.

Mitzy yapped, making Heymans jump.

"I'm guessing that's a no," he said, slowly easing his hand off of Grace's knee. She grabbed his hand to keep it there, her gaze half-lidded and keen.

"You made me shiver a little too much for her liking," she explained in a low voice. "If we do anything, it may have to be at your place and I'll just leave her at home."

"Really? I mean...only if you want to go," he said, trying not to look too eager.

"Let's get this food bagged up and get out of here," she said, winking. He smirked.

"I like the way you think."

The moment the apartment door closed behind them, Heymans had Grace in his arms. She giggled as he pulled her close and peppered kisses down her neck.

"Careful! We're gonna squish the sandwiches!" she laughed. Heymans looked up, amused.

"A woman after my own heart," he said, grinning. He took the bag from her and placed it on the coffee table out of harm's way. "That can be for later. Right now I want you." Grace stepped up to him, sliding the heavy blue military jacket off of his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. He reciprocated, letting her coat pile on top of his before leaning down to brush his lips against hers.

She welcomed the kiss, her lashes fluttering closed as she allowed him to cup her face and deepen the kiss, their tongues gently meeting. He closed his eyes as well, pulling her closer. His hands began to roam of their own accord, caressing wherever they could reach.

They only pulled apart for air. Heymans kissed a trail from her jawline to her neck, enjoying the sound of her gasp when he nibbled at her pulse point. Her head tilted to give him better access and her hands clutched the fabric of his shirt. A wandering hand ran up her tummy before meeting a breast and letting each of his fingers roll over the nipple, one by one, before repeating with the other breast. He felt her body coming alive under his hands. She drew his face back to hers and kissed him with much enthusiasm, pressing up against him in her need to get close to him.

"Bedroom?" he asked breathlessly when they surfaced for air.

"Oh, yes," she replied, just as breathless. He bent and hooked one arm under her legs while the other supported her back. Grace squealed as he lifted her up bridal style. "Holy shit, you're strong!" He chuckled as he walked down the hallway to his bedroom.

"Imagine what else I can do," he said huskily as he lowered her to his queen-sized bed. She sat on the edge and he stood in front of her. Eyeing him impishly, she pushed up the hem of the white shirt that he wore under his uniform. He quickly stripped it off, but as he pulled it over his head, felt her hands fumbling with his fly. He looked down in time to watch her unzip him. He gulped, watching her with slack-jawed awe as she freed him from his uniform pants and underwear. He tipped his head back in bliss and sighed as he felt her soft hands stroking him. After a long moment of letting her please him, he gently took her hands off of him and pushed her lightly to her back. He kicked off his boots and bottoms and joined her on the bed, leaning over her to meet lips with her again. Her hands ran over his chest and arms in admiration, and he smiled feeling her grope his muscles.

He began to peel her dress off, pausing as she lifted her butt to allow him to take it off completely. He threw it over his shoulder and hummed in admiration at the sight of her before diving on her, lips seeking smooth flesh.

She suppressed giggles as he kissed trails all over her stomach, and her breath hitched as his mouth explored close to the hemline of her panties. His thumbs hooked on the waistband and she lifted her hips, allowing him to slide them off. She flushed from head to toe, feeling vulnerable under his scrutiny. He knelt over her, eyes and hands burning a hot trail over bare skin. His lips soon followed, picking up the trail he had left off before.

Grace's head fell back against the sheets when Heyman's tongue found the exact spot to drive her insane. A moan escaped her lips, encouraging him to repeat his action. The redhead made his intention to take his time quite clear when he settled on his elbows between her knees. He enjoyed the sounds he elicited from her, slowly switching up his touches. Her desire was quite apparent in the way his fingers met little resistance due to natural lubrication as he pleasured her. She rolled her hips to meet the thrust of his fingers, fisting the sheets as their motions brought forth an even greater sensation for her.

"Heymans!" Grace squeaked in bliss, right hand flying to clutch desperately at the top of his head as if trying to pull his head down even more. He obliged her unspoken request, putting more pressure right where she wanted it. A few moments of meticulous precision later, she practically sang out her delight as her back arched off of the bed and her hips twitched with her release. Heymans carefully soothed her heat with his tongue before surfacing and admiring his handiwork.

Grace lay still aside from a stray hip twitch, chest heaving as she caught her breath. She looked deliciously debauched, making his chest swell to know that it was his doing. Her black hair was quite tousled, skin flushed all the way from her cheeks to her sternum. His gaze caught hers and he watched her run her tongue sensually over her bottom lip, eyeing him as if he were prey.

"You look like you enjoyed yourself," he said, grinning coyly. She smiled and sat up, pulling him towards her by his arm.

"I did. You're next." She placed her free hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him over on his back. Before he could gather his wits about him, he felt her soft lips descend upon his chest and neck, hands roaming fondly over his arm muscles. He buried his hands in her hair when her lips finally found purchase on his. Her tongue sought entry between his lips and he cautiously let their tongues mingle, the taste of her still strong on his own. To his surprise, she gave a low moan and kissed him deeply.

Heymans loved this feeling, of all his senses being invaded by the essence of Grace. He pulled her body flush down over his so they were flesh on flesh. The action made her inner thigh brush against his arousal, making him groan.

"Patience," she whispered, dotting kisses along his jawline. He rebelliously reached over and rolled a nipple between his fingers. She gasped hotly against his neck. "Or not…"

His pulse raced as she started a hasty descent down his torso, lips and hands trailing over his skin. When she came to his belly button she paused and traced a finger down the fuzzy trail that led to his arousal, stopping right before contact. He squirmed, shooting a pleading look her way. She smiled sweetly at him before leaning down to lightly kiss the tip. He let out a frustrated breath.

"Such a tease…" he breathed. Her lips parted to allow her tongue to swirl around the tip, stealing any other thoughts from his brain. Her lips closed around his shaft, mouth taking in more of his length. Heymans tilted his head back and buried a hand in her hair, lost in the moment. He let out grunts and groans of pleasure as she did things to him that he couldn't comprehend a sweet woman such as Grace even having knowledge of.

"Grace," he sighed out in bliss. "You're fucking hot." She let out a sweet giggle before really letting him have it. Heymans held on for dear life to the sheets as he felt his release approaching. He let out a growl of pleasure as he finally came, his head thrown back against the sheets. He lay still for a few moments to recover. Grace snuggled up to his side and he threw an arm around her. They lay together in satisfied silence for several minutes until the gurgle of a stomach broke the air.

"Sorry. I think I worked up an appetite," said Grace, snickering. Heymans chuckled and lightly slapped her ass.

"We both did. C'mon, let's eat."