"It's a beautiful night."

. . . .

I dressed slowly, thinking about everything that just happened. My mind buzzed with the newly acquired information. I didn't doubt it was real. The vision thing—memory, whatever, sure as hell was real.

Once dressed, I glanced in the mirror. Combing my fingers through my damp hair, I noticed how similar it is to Briseis' hair in the memory. Dark and wavy, just like hers. I smiled slightly. It's nice to know the reason for so many weird dreams throughout my life. They were small memories, I guess. But when I woke, they vanished and I couldn't remember any. Maybe I'll remember some now.

After I blow dried my hair with the mini blow dryer attached to the wall and styled it as best I could, I took a deep breath and opened the door.

Rick was sitting at the foot of the bed. He stared at his hands and seemed to have his eyes closed.

Quietly, I threw my dirty clothes by my bag and walked slowly to him. I stood in front of him. When he didn't look up, I went to my knees, sat back on my heels and tried to catch his eye.

"You tried to kill me one time."

Something flashed through my mind: a small picture of a girl sitting on a man with a dagger to his throat—Briseis and Achilles.

"The night you took me," I remarked. What 'took' I was talking about didn't have anything to do with her kidnapping. I blushed slightly.

He nodded with a small smile on his lips. "I've always wondered one thing. Why didn't you do it?"

I let my mind make an answer for me. "Because you told me to."

Rick laughed shortly. "You didn't like to follow orders."

"I still don't."

His eyes looked up finally, gazing steadily into mine. I read many different emotions in the depths of his icy glare. Anger. Sadness. Loneliness. Joy. Relief. But one stood out above the rest: passion. His eyes held passion that was directed at me.

Before he uttered a syllable, I caught his lips with mine. He had a short moment of surprise, but quickly recovered. His hands cupped my face and I sat up off my heels. He kissed urgently, with need and hunger. I responded with my own desire and passion.

Somehow, I pushed him back on the bed and got on top of him without breaking the kiss. My mind repeated over and over how much I wanted him. My hands made their way under his shirt. Realizing what I was trying to accomplish, Rick helped me take off his shirt. Once that was off and thrown to the side, he took off my tank effortlessly. His hands slid down my sides, causing my stomach to flutter with happy butterflies. Once he reached my jeans, he moaned.

Breaking the hot kiss, he said, "It would've been easier if you only had a towel on."

I chuckled and trailed kisses from his jaw to his neck, where I nipped him softly. He moaned again and finally got my jeans unbuttoned. I undid his and slid them off expertly. He rolled me over to do the same. Settling between my legs, he laid on top of me. So as not to crush me, he rested himself on his elbows. After a small kiss, his eyes looked at me with hunger, need, and worry.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said.

"You won't," I answered.

His eyebrow crept up, but he didn't comment on it. Instead he asked, "You sure you want to do this?"

I chuckled. "Yes—unless you want me to put a blade to your throat and threaten to kill you?"

His smile was brilliantly bright and perfect in every way. "Maybe some other time."

He attacked my lips with a hard kiss as his hand slid underneath me to unsnap my bra. My stomach fluttered again in excitement. He guided my bra straps off my shoulders and down my arms in a fluid movement.

His hands gently massaged my breasts, creating a moan from deep in my throat. When he pinched my nipple slightly, I wanted to scream in pleasure.

His hands left my breasts and slid down my stomach to the edge of my panties. He hooked his finger on the straps and slid them down. My wet sex ached to be filled. Slowly, he slid a finger in. He pumped a few times before adding another. My moans were loud, but slightly muffled by Rick's lips crushing mine. Sliding bother wet and slick fingers out, he slid them lightly down the valley of my breasts and down my stomach. Breaking the kiss, he dragged his tongue down the same path, sending shivers up my back and my sex to pulse with desire.

Kicking off his underwear, Rick positioned himself at my entrance. His eyes glowed with the same desire I had. With a passionate kiss, Rick slid his length into me. He was wider than I originally thought. I accommodated his size as he slid in and out, getting farther in with every pump.

Putting my hands on his chest and wrapping my legs around his waist to keep up connected, I rolled him underneath me. I sat up straight, pulling away from his lips. I pushed my damp hair away from my face and began a slow grind. He put his hands on my hips, as if trying to hold me upright.

Both of our breathing became a heavy pant before long.

Rick said, between clenched teeth, "I'm going to cum."

I suddenly came up with an idea. I got off of him, bent over his hardened cock and put my mouth on it. Within two seconds, I felt a hot blast of liquid shoot against the back of my throat. Swallowing the salty fluid, I sucked the cock dry. With one last lick, I sat up straight.

Wiping my mouth, I looked at Rick, who gave me a big grin. Grimacing, I said, "Remind me not to do that next time."

He chuckled. "Good."

"Good?" I said, puzzled at his answer.

"There will be a next time."

I smiled. "Sure, kid." I crawled to the edge of the bed. Sitting on the sheets, I turned my back to him. I grabbed my bra that sat on the floor and slipped it on. I smiled as I said, "I'll let you think that."

I felt hands wrap around my waist and then I was pulled back onto the bed. I landed laughing, just like Rick.

"Oh there's going to be a next time," he said. He tickled my sides and I started cracking up. "Say it!"

"No!" I laughed.

He kissed my lips softly. "Yes."

"No," I said strongly, though my smile deceived me.

"I think so." His hands caught my wrists and pulled them to either side of my head.

"I don't." My voice dropped to barely over a whisper.

"There will be," he said as a last sentence before he kissed me again. The heavy kissing lasted for a few minutes before he pulled away a few millimeters. "So what's your answer?"

I thought for a moment. Getting my hands free from his grasp, I wrapped them around his neck. "There will definitely be a next time."

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A|N: Hehehehehehehe. Whatcha think? Review, loves. Review! (Sorry for the shortness of the chap. I thought my continuing should be on another chapter that will be posted sooner than I am hoping.)

Willow