He was using his hands and mouth most effectively, causing her, for the umpteenth time to beg him for release, but he only gave her another seductive smile as he continued his task to keep her just on the edge.

"Please...oh please...take me...now..." she pleaded, grabbing on to his shoulders tightly, digging her short nails into the skin. With another grin, he stopped his teasing, pulled himself up so that he could take her pleading mouth with his lips and kissed her hard. She twisted her head away so she could breathe and then cried out sharply as he finally started to put an end to the pleasurable torture. Within minutes she was biting his shoulder to keep herself from screaming as her body tightened up and then slowly started to relax. She was almost sobbing as she kissed his face in near gratitude while he found his own release, calling out her name at the very end.

Tara woke up with a start, her body tense with unfulfilment and damp with sweat. She breathed as hard as if the dream she had just experienced had been real. Laying back against the pillows, she caught her breath, trying to remember every detail of that most pleasant dream. Almost every detail was sharp and clear at this point and she smiled as she thought about it, causing pleasurable shivers to wash over her. There was just enough light coming in through the windows, and the nightgown she wore was cut just low enough for her to see the small mark Steed had left on the top of her breast just two days ago. It looked very similar, she was sure, to the marks she had left on him. With a sigh, she pushed the pleasantness of the dream to the back of her mind, hoping that she would come out of this alive so that she could have him help her relive that dream over and over and over again.

After laying there for a few minutes, Tara got up and got dressed. Glancing at her watch, she saw it was only five in the morning. She wondered if she dared to go downstairs and look for any evidence, but decided to wait. If this were truly a working farm, then the Roberts' would probably be up shortly. Tara was going to have to tread lightly for right now, so instead of leaving the room, she sat on the edge of the bed, trying to decide her best course of action. Without telling Steed, Tara and Mother had decided to give herself a week to find out just exactly was going on and who the head of the whole operation was. Steed would eventually find out of course, but if Mother and Tara didn't hold back that one little piece of information, Steed would only worry and then take matters into his own hands. He had hated the plans they had told him about as it was. Once he found out that she would be there a week, he would be angry. If he found out it was her idea in the first place, he would be livid and impossible to deal with for a month. Add to the fact that without telling Steed or Mother, Tara and Rhonda had made their own plans to meet if they could on Thursday at midnight so that Tara could pass on any information she had. If Tara didn't show up at the designated time and place, Rhonda was to go back and insist that they infiltrate the place, because it would mean that Tara had failed and was probably dead.

Tara smiled at that thought. After the incredible dream she had earlier, she had no intention of dying and before she would have Steed help her with her little fantasy, she would do things for him that would make him forgive her for not filling him in on some of the details.