Author's Note:

A special mention to Janie-O who pointed out that the only thing that can make a BLT any better is a side of (R)anch!

And to Holly who was correct in saying that it sucks that Tank isn't getting much action here. Frankly he was meant to carry her into the shower and fuck her against the tiles, but Lester wanted to watch (he doesn't think that Tank's going to fit) and that scene just didn't seem to end... But I promise that I'll make it up to him.

Oh and it's been a long time since I took intro Psych so I have a feeling this is mostly wrong, but I'm hoping you'll ignore that.

I own nothing (all character's are JE's) and am making no money from this.

I closed my eyes as I leaned against the tiles and let the water pound my aching muscles. Despite the multiple orgasms I'd experienced, I was quickly getting horny again. I kept replaying the afternoon in my head: Ranger's possessiveness, Bobby's sensuality, Lester's dirty talk and Tank's wicked mouth. I didn't want this to end, but I didn't know how to broach the subject or if they felt the same way. Was this for an afternoon? A week? Longer? I knew that I needed to find out but at the same time, talks about the future had never been my strong-suit. Probably because they never seemed to give me what I wanted. I sighed and started washing my body and hair. This would have been easier if someone else had volunteered to wash my hair, hmm maybe next time.

I towelled off and considered what I was going to wear downstairs. Clothes seemed rather redundant. I had a feeling it wouldn't be long before they were on the ground again. But walking around stark naked was a little embarrassing. I still wasn't that comfortable with my body. I decided on the Ella robe. Sexy but semi-covering. I would have rather had one of Ranger's t-shirts but I hadn't brought one with me. And that also felt too personal- I still didn't know what was going to happen between the five of us. Walking into a room wearing something that branded me as Ranger's was not how I wanted to approach this. I dried my hair, tied it back off my face, skipped the make-up (what was the point? It would just end up sweaty) and headed downstairs.

The guys had showered too. They were only wearing tracksuit pants and were eating and assembling lunch. Tank was leaning against the counter. He pulled me back against him and wrapped his arms around me. Any fears I had had that this might become embarrassing disappeared. All I felt was love and security. I still had a question though.

"Hey, when you guys came into the bedroom to ask Bobby if he thought I was acting like a cat in heat, how come you were all off the hook? I mean the three of you basically propositioned me, and I'm damn sure Ranger would have if he'd had the chance to get me alone."

Lester chuckled. "Well, we're partly excused because we've wanted you for so long. When a woman as beautiful as you are, that you love and desire with all your heart, comes up to you with breathy moans and darkened eyes, it's not like there's going to be another response." He paused. " And partly it's because of the blizzard."

I must have looked confused because Bobby began to explain. "A situation like this induces a lot of adrenaline in people like us. Our systems are used to being activated on a hair-trigger because of dangerous situations. Did you take intro psych in college, Bomber?"

I shook my head, "Interpretive dance and a Business major. The dancing was to piss off my mother."

He laughed, "Ok, well the adrenaline spikes changes in our sympathetic nervous systems. And they govern the four F's. Obviously there's nothing to fight, and we can't flee."

Tank took over, "And none of us like feeding as much as you do which just leaves..." He trailed off and began to suck that point on my neck that always drove me crazy.

"Fuuucckkk...," I breathed out.

"Exactly."

To say I was disappointed was an understatement. "Wait, so you guys are only doing this because of the adrenalin?"

"No, Babe." Ranger came over and chucked my chin, making sure that I was looking at him. "I know I'm speaking for all of us when I say that it's the same as your sugar cravings. We all want this. We all love you. What we are saying though is just say the word and we're good to go. Usually we're like energiser bunnies. For the next few hours, we're like energiser bunnies on speed." Ranger smirked as he said this last bit.

Fuck! I was still sore from before. I was horny but I was human. Keeping up with the four of them was going to be a challenge.

I pulled out of Tank's arms and went to the fridge. I grabbed the juice bottle off the door. Of course since Ranger had done the shopping it was pomegranate instead of orange or apple. At least it was reddish; maybe I could pretend it was bad for me? I poured a glass and read the marketing spiel on the back label. Oh, shit! Legend said that this damn thing was supposed to be an aphrodisiac and was eaten by warriors to give their hard bodies strength before battle. I debated the merits of pouring it down the sink... Probably not a good idea given that we were stuck in a snow drift. Speaking of...

"Not that I don't want to stay here, but do we actually know what's going on with the blizzard?"

Ranger was about to answer as Bobby handed me a plate with a home-made meatball sub on it. It had as much cheese and sauce on it as he dared, and it was in a wholemeal roll but I was willing to make the most of it. I stage-whispered to him "We're allowed to have red meat twice a day?" while widening my eyes. I loved teasing Ranger.

"You are now, Babe. With all the exercise I have in mind, you'll need your strength."

Never bait Ranger. He always wins.

"Damn straight. Anyway as I was going to say, we got a call from the local emergency services earlier. Since we've got plenty of food and water, power, a back-up generator and a sat-phone we're at the bottom of their list. It'll definitely be a few days."

I could tell that they were studying me carefully for my reaction. "A few days alone with my guys? I feel so lucky it's a shame I can't buy a lottery ticket."

Lester approached me. "Your guys, huh?"

"Well, yeah. I'm yours and you're mine. Right? Unless you don't want to be?" I tried to add this last part nonchalantly, but these were Rangemen. Every emotion I had flickered across my face, and they could interpret them in micro-seconds.

"Well I know that I certainly want to be, Beautiful. This is a serious conversation though. Why don't you finish your sandwich and we can go somewhere you'll be more comfortable. You're a little sore aren't you?"

I flushed, "A bit..."

He kissed my forehead. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's normal. I'll go turn on the hot tub. It'll relax your muscles." At this last part he glanced at Tank, but I was too curious to ponder what it meant.

"We have a hot tub?"

"'Course we do, Beautiful. I was the one who managed to trick the Bossman into buying this place. Do you think that I'd pick somewhere that didn't have one?"

I put my plate on the counter and went over to Ranger. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Turning back to Lester I asked, "Just for future reference, how on earth did you 'trick' him?"

"I slipped it between a few contracts for everyday expenditures. You know ammo, body armour, that kind of thing. It helped that he was really distracted at the time. It was weird though – he's always a bit distracted when you've got a dangerous skip or a stalker but it was quiet on the Steph front at the time. The only skip you had to bring in was the old mobster De Cooch."

I laughed and I felt Ranger harden behind me. Clearly he was remembering our night together. I didn't want to fill the others in though. That part of our history was and always would be ours.

Lester disappeared and I finished my sandwich. It was really good. If I closed my eyes, it almost seemed like it wasn't mostly-healthy.

I helped to clean up and stack the dishwasher. I headed to the stairs when Ranger grabbed my hand. "Tub's downstairs Babe, just off the gym."

"Yeh but I need my suit."

He raised a single eyebrow. "No you don't."

I flushed and followed him in. The room was amazing. Two of the walls had huge double-glazed windows. Normally they would look out onto the valley but because of the blizzard all you could see was white. I pictured lying in here on another night, watching the stars in our sanctuary. The tub was huge and sunken with a wooden deck. It would have accommodated ten people easily. One woman and four Rangemen was no problem. The others were already in as I quickly disrobed and slipped into the water between Tank and Bobby.

Bobby pulled me against his side as he asked me why I felt the need to hide my sexy figure from them. He kissed me hard and sat me back down next to him. Lester had been right. The warm water was caressing me and taking away my aches. I would have been completely relaxed if it wasn't for the giant elephant in the room. After a few moments of silence it became clear that no one wanted to be the first one to speak. Thankfully you could always count on Lester. He turned to Bobby.

"How did the two of us wind up here with the three worst communicators on the planet? No, really, think about it. Tank and Ranger here have their super ESP shit down so neither of them ever seem to say a word, to each other or anyone else. Beautiful loves talking, but not about anything important and her ESP is on such a different channel to Ranger's that their silent conversations are half in Spanish, with some Italian hand-gestures thrown in."

Ranger and Tank exchanged a tiny nod. He locked eyes with me and I nodded back. Then he cuffed Lester up the side of the head.

"See! This is what I mean. Clearly Tank wanted you to do that, but Beautiful?"

"Actually, that was exactly what I wanted him to do."

Lester scowled.

Clearly Bobby felt that it was time to save the conversation. He turned to me and asked "What exactly do you want from this arrangement Steph?"

I panicked. There was no way I was talking about this. Thinking quickly I blurted out, "Who wants a beer? I'll go grab some from the fridge." I levered myself out of the spa and mindless of my nudity ran for the door.

I was almost there when Ranger scooped me up over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. The cold air had made my nipples painfully hard and my arousal was growing as became aware of my precarious situation. As he spanked my wet ass he asked, "Are you going to be a good girl Babe and follow the rules or do you need to be punished?" I moaned in response. I could sense the guys exchanging glances. "Because if I have to tie you up I will."

"Pleeassee". It was barely a whisper but it was out there.

Ranger lowered me back down into the water and Bobby held me in his lap. His hands moved my legs to either side of his knees and his hands set to work driving me to the edge. I could feel his hard cock nestled between my ass cheeks but I knew that I wouldn't be receiving it. This was to bring me to a fast release so I could concentrate on the conversation at hand. As he fingered me he whispered in my ear all the things he'd love to do to me if he had me tied to his bed.

"I'd blindfold you to make things that much more intense, and you'd have to be quiet and still. I'd trail candle wax all over your perfect tits, paying special attention to your nipples. You know how sensitive they can be given the right attention. I'd trail it down your abdomen and drop it on your clit, driving you crazy. But I wouldn't touch you properly. I'd get out a vibrator and drive you to the brink over and over and over again and then finally, when you were begging, I'd fuck you hard and fast til you screamed."

I let out a cry as I came. Not quite a scream, but in the same neighbourhood. I felt boneless as I leaned against him. Lester brought me back to my surroundings by asking, "You know, Beautiful, not that I didn't enjoy the view, but when you decided to run a minute ago, how far did you think you were going to get?", he finished his question by gesturing at the snowdrift outside the windows. I did the only thing you can think of doing when confronted with something like that – I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Seriously, Babe. What do you want from this? From us?"

I whispered, "I don't know what I'm allowed to want."

Ranger took me in his arms then. "This is about you, Babe. We need to know what you want and where we stand. You just have to be open with us."

"I don't want this to be a one-night or a one-week thing..."

A/N: Yep that's a real pomegranate product. I've never read the label though but I've seen the ads. No infringement intended.