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Vivienne felt awful, she'd never seen David cry. She should've kept her mouth shut. Guilt ripped through her, as she tried desperately to back track. "I mean, you just didn't keep in contact after dad died… I didn't know what to think, I thought.."

"I did leave, Viv. And I'll hate myself for that as long as I live." David shook his head. "Eight years, Viv… Not a day has gone by when I don't think about you." He laced his fingers through her thin ones, and rubbed them gently. "I didn't know what else to do, Vivvy. I didn't know what else to do."

"About what? Every one grieves, Dave…" She said desperately, sitting back on her elbow and trying to make him look at her.

"I wasn't just grieving your dad…"

"Then what?!" She had a difficult time keeping the annoyance out of her voice, why was it so goddamned difficult for men to just SAY what they needed to say?!

"I was in love with my best friend's daughter, it was wrong. So I left." Still, he couldn't look at her, and his voice was just above a whisper. If this wasn't his least manly moment in his life, he didn't know what was.

"Well… shit. You're not a very good profiler after all." She had answered without more than a moments hesitation. David hadn't known what to expect, but this wasn't it. Finally he lifted his face to look at her, as she laid her head back down on the mattress. "But I guess I haven't been entirely forthcoming on the fact that I've had a crush on you since I was six." She whispered. "It's all very sordid, don't you agree?" She turned her head to see how her confession was received, grinning sadly in a way that was sorry everything had turned out the way it had.

"When I grow up, I'll…marry you…. Or my dad." Vivienne answered nonchalantly, flipping through the pages of her latest acquired prize, an antique journal of dust bowl illustrations she'd found at a used book store for a dollar. David chuckled from his seat, wondering at the innocent answers of children when asked what they wanted to be when they grew up.

The memory blindsided him, and forced a grin to his face. "It is very sordid. So what are we going to do about it?" God, Vivienne, don't marry this man. He thought desperately, hoping against all odds it wasn't too late, as he gently put a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

She responded by kissing his lips again, closing her eyes at the heavenly feel of them, so full and soft and hungry. David deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with his, pulling her closer to him. He felt 25 again, the way her frenzied movements against him made his libido soar as it hadn't in years. She couldn't be still, the ache between her legs driving her to rub against him like a cat in heat. The moment she felt him harden against her she wanted to scream, she needed him inside of her so badly. The lust from only a few minutes ago seemed like children's play compared to how he wanted her now, all of his focus on her body. David still felt like it was all a strange erotic dream, something he shouldn't share, something dark he was sure he should feel bad about, but he couldn't stop, the self control he'd been exhibiting was all but forgotten as he grabbed her ass and pulled her down on top of his hard-on, squeezing as hard as he dared. Vivienne happily straddled him, and in a flash had yanked off her top, revealing deceivingly ample breasts, spilling out of a rose-pink colored bra. He cursed under his breath, raking her in, her small, tanned waist made the brazier look bright against her skin. He sat up and with a single stroke unclasped it and tossed it aside. Taking his face in her hands, she couldn't help but grin, she had him exactly where she wanted him: lids heavy with desire, breathing erratically and hard as granite. "You little minx, you're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked, running a hand over her hard nipples. She nodded, having forgotten what she was going to say when he touched her breasts. The stimulation was sweet torture, she knew her panties were soaked when he began kissing down her chest, first her clavicle, then her cleavage, and finally closing his mouth over one perfect mound. She threw her head back and moaned, and it was too much for David. There would be time for love making another night, if he didn't get out of these pants soon they might rip… he couldn't remember ever being this hard.

David stood, holding her against him and put her back against the wall. Within seconds he had removed her pants and underwear. Her smell intoxicated him, as he kissed her, and he loved feeling her wet and completely exposed crotch against his abdomen. With one hand he held her up against the wall and with the other unbuttoned and pulled down his own pants, his cock all but sprung free. From underneath her ass he touched her, groaned when he felt how slick and ready she was. He rubbed her moister on his cock and stroked, barely able to concentrate. "Dave… please" she panted, breathless. He went inside of her tenderly, cursing again at how tight she was. "Fuck, Vivvy…" He wanted to devour her mouth when she began kissing him again. "Yes, please do, fuck Vivvy." She smiled wickedly at him, a challenging smile, encouraging him to give her his best shot.

Without needing further encouragement, he set a fast pace, plunging in and out of her as he held her against the wall, deafened by her moaning and screaming, always inches from exploding as the painful need for release built. He wouldn't come, not until she had, and he watched happily as she arched her back against him, looking at the ceiling, shouting his name again and again, asking for it harder, until something changed in her voice, and he knew she was close. The near-sobbing and pleading not to stop, nearly made him come twice, and then she put her forehead on his shoulder, wrapped her arms around his neck and he could feel the muscles around his cock contract, spasming violently while she moaned out his name. It would be the sweetest thing he'd hear tonight, or any night, and he very much intended on hearing it again. He pulled out of her and rested his cock on her belly before spilling himself, coming harder than he thought possible, and watching it twitch even as he was further aroused by the sight of his come on her perfect skin.

After a few minutes of calming their breathing he walked her back to the bed and gently laid her on it for a second time that evening. "Wait right here." He whispered and kissed her ear. When he came back from the bathroom his pants were above his waist again and he used a warm, damp cloth to clean her. She simply hummed a thank you, satisfied exhaustion making her drowsy. "Bed time…" she whispered.

"All right, Vivienne, say good night to Davey, it's bed time." June came out of the kitchen to see her daughter where she always was when David was near, sitting next to him, holding his hand, leaning on his shoulder and reading a book silently while the men watched T.V. and drank beer. "Can't I just stay up till Davey goes? He doesn't have a bed time!" She protested angrily. "Sure I have a bed time, kiddo. C'mon don't give your mother grief, I'll tuck you in."

"When is your bed time?" the little girl asked him wearily, fighting the sleepiness she already felt. "After I read a little and say my prayers. Just like you." David found an abandoned teddy bear in the corner of the room and placed it in the bed with her.

"I don't play with teddy bears. I'm very grown up for my age, daddy says so." He chuckled. "Goodnight, Vivvy." He kissed her forehead and left the room. "Good night, Davey. Have a good bed time."

David shook his head, would these confounded memories never cease haunting him? He couldn't think of the child Vivienne, not now, holding her naked body in his arms while she fell asleep in his hotel room. Sighing , he knew they couldn't be helped. But looking down at her, he knew that no one could question how much, how deeply he loved her. A small voice of guilt panged him, She's engaged. He closed his eyes. She said she doesn't want to marry him. Yea but she still might…

He had a restless sleep that night, and dreamt that it was his wedding day, and he expected Vivienne to walk down the isle. Instead Charlie was there, and he was waiting for Vivienne. As Charlie lifted her veil, the minister asked, "Who gives this woman to be wed?" and looked directly to David. Dumbfounded and protesting, Vivienne turned her face towards him and said "Davey… you're like a father to me…"

He awoke in a sweat, which was not an uncommon occurrence for him, but remembering the events of earlier while he shook the bad feeling off of him from the dream made him feel anxious. When he looked beside him, the bed was empty, and as if an eighteen wheeler had just run smack dab into him, his heart fell into his feet.

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