Author: Feather (Flightf)

Warnings: Spoilers all the way through Twelve Sharp. SMUT WARNING

Disclaimers: I own nothing…JE owns it all….I will return everything when I am finished. I am basing the strip aerobics on two programs Shelia Kelly's the S Factor and Carmen Electra's Aerobic Striptease.

Rating (K-M) M

A/N: This is the 1st story in my Pole Dancers Diary Series. Reviews and comments always welcome. Special thanks to Tammi and Heidi who are filling in while my muse is AWAL Last but not least Christie and Stacye's editing skills without them my story would be full of editing and grammar mistakes! This is my first experience at writing smut..so sorry if it is bad.

Chapter 7: Babe, Do you want it?


I nuzzled my face into a delicious smooth surface. The scent was intoxicating driving me from my slumber. I started exploring the smooth velvety planes realizing that it was muscle. My fingers traveled across smooth hills and valleys and finally down a silky plain. I let my hand continue lower until the texture changed. My hand stopped moving until I realized that I was touching fabric. I let myself slip under the offensive barrier seeking the warmth of skin. Just as started my distention again fingers laced around my wrist, trapping my hand. Within seconds both hands were raised above my head and I felt the weight of another body pressing me into the mattress.

I felt a face nuzzling into my hair and then I heard a voice gruff with sleep, "Babe, I'll give you this one free but next time that counts as partial consent."

My eyes shot open at the comment, which I immediately regretted as the light caused lightening bolts of pain through my whole body. I let out a groan and tried to move my arm so I could cover my eyes but I was still trapped in Ranger's grasp. As the fog of sleep cleared my brain, I was left with confusion, the hangover from hell, pure lust and last but not least….panic. How did he end up in my bed? I can't remember a thing from last night. Oh my God! Did he see the bag? Did I tell him about the bag? What am I going to do? The faster my brain went the more intense the pain became, I had to stop this.

"Ummmm…Ranger. You're in my bed." Damn what made me say that? Now is not the time to lie to myself I know what made me say that, what I really wanted to say was that wasn't just partial consent that was full-blown…let's get naked right now consent. I could feel his mouth turn up into a smile.

"Babe." And then I felt his lips touch mine. It was a brief touch of tenderness. I let myself sigh as I felt the loss of his weight. I watched in awe as he covered his body with the clothes that were lying on the chair.

He leaned over me, mere inches away from my face, "You want it Babe?"

I sucked in a deep breath. Oh God, did I want it! It was all I could do to keep my hands still and not grab him and pull him on top of me.

"Well?" he whispered over my ear.

A small moan escaped as a chill that started at my ear traveled down my body but I stayed still.

I heard him chuckle as he righted himself again, a wolf grin taking over his lips. "I'll be back with it," he said before he made his exit.

I laid there confused and unsatisfied. What the hell had he been talking about? I tried to sit up before the dizziness over took me as I plopped myself back onto the pillow. Ugh, hangover. The in dawned on me, the cure. He was going for the cure-- God I love him. I closed my eyes to regain control over my traitorous body. I needed to be in control before he returned. After a few minutes of thinking of every un-Ranger thought I could bring to mind, with the most successful being the memory of grandma Mazur in the leather bustier I had beaten my hormones down to a slightly aroused state. The light coming through my blinds still causing darts of pain so I slowly let my eyes close for just a minute.

His lips were skimming down my neck making pit stops here and there to nip the back of my neck and the to lick the pain away. I could feel the hard muscles of his thighs resting on my waist. His fingers were now brushing along the sides of my breasts teasing them with feather light touches. The callused pads of his fingers were affecting my system in ways that I never though possible. He moved to sit on my calves his erection now resting on my thighs. His mouth was now on my back whispering words that I didn't understand into my skin yet still driving me out of my mind. His mouth finally stopped at the curve of my butt. His hands massaging up my legs and finally reaching my ass, he was letting his fingers barely touch me, he started to slip his hand between my legs and I arched myself into him urging him deeper.

I could feel his face near my ear, "Stephanie, turn over so I can make you mine."

My breath was coming in short pants now; I was slick and wet from my need for him. I rolled over and…. felt the jolt of pain as my body hit the floor.

I sat in complete shock. The sheets were wrapped around my body, my chest was heaving, I was alone and most importantly I was staring at that damn bag.