(A/N) GREETINGS! OKAY SO I KNOW THIS TOOK LONGER THAN EXPECTED BUT I HAVE BEEN TRYING MY BEST TO MAKE THIS CHAPTER WORK. YES, THIS IS THE BIG LEMON CHAPTER. IT WAS A BIT OF A CHALLENGE, BUT I DID MY BEST THANKS TO MY FANTABULOUSRIFFIC REVIEWERS: XxhoneyleafxX, ShutUpAndLoveMe, Gabbi, LartenCrepsleyForeva123, Tex Shadows, Coco, christineexx, Rebel-Angel ' 16, and Anon. SERIOUSLY GUYS, I LOVE YOUR FEEDBACK IT JUST MAKES ME WANNA WRITE MORE ! :p I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE ALWAYSS SEEXXXXYYY STEVE, AND AS ALWAYS REVIEW IF YOU LIKE IT, SUBSCRIBE IF YA DIG!

The motel phase ended quite quickly. After that movie night, everything spun into a whirlwind. It was like we were a new couple again, exploring everything and spending every moment together- well, what other choice did we have really? But it was still great. Steve took me out a lot, we smiled and laughed, and it seemed like every close encounter was growing more and more intense. Last time we made out, I swear he touched my boobs. I was too busy being engulfed by his mouth to do a full check, but I had a feeling my guess wasn't too far from being right.

Anyways now we were staying at a posh hotel in Paris. The view was astounding, but who needed a view when you had a room fit for..well..a millionaire! I had seen pictures of gorgeous hotels, but this one definitely topped the charts. I wondered where Steve had gotten all the money for this place, but something inside me said I'd rather not know. I could go into detail about the lavish and luxurious hotel room, but really who paid attention to the room when you had a hot boyfriend.

I was sitting out on the big balcony, eyes gazing into the city. While Steve regularly was taking me out in public, I never got to go anywhere on my own. I was always under, let's say, boyfriend supervision. It didn't bother me too much, I really did enjoy his company. And not just the steamy interactions, but the nice chats we had, criticizing lousy movies, or just simply making each other laugh. For the time being, I was blind to anything else but love.

Thud, thud,thud.

Loud steps echoed out onto the balcony.

"Hey there." I called out. "Miss me?"

"You know I always do." A low voice rumbled in response. Sometimes Steve would have 'business' to attend to, which left me home alone in the suite all day. I think somewhere deep down he felt bad about it, but I somewhat understood it. Although now I didn't think his concern was me leaving, it was something coming in and hurting me. Lately he had been a little edgy, a little more protective. I found his hand wrapping around my waist more than usual. But I wasn't going to let it get to me.

"Fun day?" I asked.

My chair was spun around.

"Yes darling it was a wonderful day without you." He said in a mock-husband tone.

"Well that is marvellous because Geena called from the country club, your golf time has been moved to 6 o'clock." I said in an uptight high-pitched voice.

"How dare they!" He roared.

I gave a tut tut tut "Now Wilfred, you calm down and I will fetch you dinner. Footrub?"

"Of course Anne don't be a ditz." He said bopping me on the head. I fake sobbed.

He flashed me a grin, I gave a little giggle. "I actually do have bad news though Nat."

"Hmm?"

I asked.

He let out a long sigh. "I'm afraid I must…dine and dash."

I sat there a tad upset, he had been doing that a lot lately. "Oh…well that's no problem I'll go call-" I said starting to stand up.

"Your blood, Nat."

"Riiigghhttt" I planted myself back in my seat. He always liked to make it so awkward, but I really didn't mind. We went inside and he drank again. I felt a little dizzy at first, but I had definitely gotten used to it. He gathered up his things, and I loudly announced.

"Well, I'm off to take a shower. Have you SEEN the bathroom? It's bloody amazing. I never want to leave it."

His head was turned, but I could still see the same devilish grin. "I could say the same thing about the bedroom." I whacked him on the head.

"You wish pal, you wish."

Deep down I wondered if it bothered Steve that we hadn't slept together yet. It wasn't that I didn't want to, every sixteen year old did. And it wasn't him, because I was totally head over heels for him. And it wasn't because I wasn't ready, my dreams would tell you otherwise. It was the fact that I lost my virginity in a rape. This fact haunted me. I couldn't even tell you why. Steve and I never really talked about it, and I tried to put it behind me. Although secretly,-nerdily- I kept a book called "How To Get Over A Traumatic Incident" in the fridge. One place Steve never went near. Even though it was a book, it helped me get over it. I was better now, or at least, I felt better.

I was in the bathroom. It was funny, whenever I got into deep thinking, my body would continue to move and function but I didn't know I was doing it. Yes, I was definitely a strange one. I began to look around for a razor, but then remembered something very strange. A few weeks ago, I noticed that my body was completely bare of hair. Everywhere. My legs, armpits, pubic regions-even my arms! No hair grew there. The only place it still remained was my head. I knew this couldn't be normal, and made a mental note to ask Steve later.

And then I saw it. It threw me off-guard, yes. But I was immediately drawn to it. It had me in a trance. I wanted it bad. There it was, the huge, big, enormous, gorgeous whirlpool tub. (A/N haha all you dirty minded people who thought it was something else! Shame! ;) )

I walked over to it, it was huge and deep. Maybe a hundred jets. How could I not use it? I turned on the taps and began to undress. As the tub began to fill with hot water, I put just about every bath salt and soap I could find into it. The whole bathroom was filled with their scents. As it filled to the top, I flicked a random switch and I could see the water begin to swirl around in the tub. This was gonna be good. I stepped in and immediately sighed, it was so relaxing.

I lay there in the tub, eyes closed. My whole body was tingling, and I felt completely relaxed. I couldn't remember the last time I had taken a bath-way before this whole thing had started. Whenever I did though I'd make it into a spa night. It was a lot of fun. I felt the swish of the jets as water was whirled around my body. I let my body go further under the water. I was completely submerged except for my face. The jets finished their cycle, I lay there, listening to the constant drip of water coming from the tap. I felt the water part over my torso due to the rise and fall of my chest. I took out the elastic band holding my ponytail. My hair fanned out around me, I could see wisps floating in the water. I wondered how I looked. I imagined I looked somewhat like the corpses on T.V., when they're floating on the water with their hair flaring, moving with the current of the water. Except on T.V. they were submerged. I started to let my body sink. Down and down I went. I breathed out the water from my lungs. I felt oddly peaceful, like I knew I should go up for air, but I didn't want to. Underwater you couldn't hear much, it was silent except for buzzing noises in the background. But I guess if a noise was loud enough I might-

Beep beep!

I heard the noise that meant somebody was entering the suite. Yup, not as sound proof as I thought. I slowly rose from the water, not wanting them to hear the water move. I was sitting upright in the tub, watching the patterns the water made against the tile, trying to keep calm. I heard rustling, and I tensed, it was probably just the maid. I wondered whether I should call out or keep silent. This was my worst fear, having a stranger or robber or thug in my room while I was in the shower. Or in this case tub. I was completely vulnerable. The only good thing about being in the tub was that it made no noise. If I'd have been in the shower, they would have known.

I closed my eyes and practiced deep breathing, if I kept calm I'd be more prepared to react if the situation went bad. When I opened my eyes, there was a naked Steve sitting in the other end of the tub.

I gave a yelp. "Holy shit! You scared the life out of me!"

I saw the grimace on his face and rephrased my sentence. "Ahh, sorry. You scared the crap outta me!"

He gave a deep chuckle. I noticed how fast my heart was now beating. He was sitting there naked. I was sitting here naked. In a hot steamy tub. Or maybe the steam is just me. OH my my crap shit! Ooommmgg! What to do!

I coughed. "So um why are you in my bathtub?"

His face remained blank. Scratch that, who am I kidding! His face remained sexy. "I cancelled what I had. Bathing with you sounded more fun."

I gulped. OOOHMYGOOSHHH! My insides were screaming, but I'm sure I had that completely sexy, totally petrified look on my face. Oh yeah, I was a bombshell. Ugh Natalie don't be stupid just like, go to him?

I felt his hands run up either side of my legs, caressing their smooth, silky skin. In an instant though, he had his hands on my thighs and pulled me across the tub onto him, sitting in his lap. I felt like I couldn't breathe, I was sitting on his- sweet mother of monkeys my lady place was on top of his-OH SHIT!

His hands wrapped around me, and starting rubbing my back. He had that know-it-all look about him, and I'm sure I was looking completely flustered. I brought my arms together in an effort to try to feel his gorgeous chest, but didn't realize I accidentally pushed my boobs together. I heard him exhale his breath, and he started to…grow.

He pressed his mouth to mine, and as our passionate kiss began, I pressed my whole body up against him. I think I actually heard him growl, and he started leaning me back into the tub. I was almost horizontal, before I realized what he was doing. One more tilt and we were gonna be doing the nasty. Truthfully, I wasn't really felling it, and I didn't want to make it that easy for him.

So in a breathless gasp I sad "Hold on a sec." And he relaxed his grip.

I pretended like I was doing something to shift my body, but instead propelled myself to the other side of the tub, and quickly, but not too quickly so I didn't fall, exited the tub. I turned my back to him and wrapped myself in a fluffy towel.

His face was priceless. For once, his mouth was open and he looked shocked and upset. I gave him a coy grin. "Whaaat?"

He gave me a 'are you crazy' look and said. "What do you mean what? Is something wrong? Do you- you don't want to, what?"

I gave a small laugh. "You see, I always take a shower after bathing. Even though it's incredibly relaxing, I don't like the idea of laying in my own filth..or yours either. I'm going to shower now."

I gave him my biggest grin and smile, and slowly let the towel fall, revealing my exposed body. His expression had turned from shocked to determined, like he wasn't going to give up. I ignored him, turned on the water and stepped into the shower.

The water was immediately hot, and I relished the feeling of it running all over my body. I started washing my body, while listening for any movement from Steve in the tub. I wondered if he would come or if he left.

The last of the soap was running down the drain, and I began to look for shampoo. I felt two large hands on my head, and I drew in a breath. The body pressed so close to mine was unmistakably Steve's, I could feel his every muscle and movement. He began to lather the shampoo in my hair, and I tilted my head back to help. He pulled my head back farther though, and in a low voice whispered into my ear.

"You want to play? Well Nat, now we are definitely going to play."

I gulped, Oh shit he meant business.

He turned me around and began to wash out the shampoo.

"Uh oh, you're head isn't close enough to the shower head. I'll fix that."

Wait, why would it matter the distance-

He picked me up, his hands wrapping around my ass, and pulling me just above his penis. He held me there, and now my head was directly below the shower head. I tried to shift downwards a little bit, but he just gave me a scolding look and kept me there.

After a minute he put me down, and backed me up against the adjacent tilled shower wall. The water was pouring off his towering body, the small droplets running down from his head to his feet. He had me pinned up against the wall of the shower, I couldn't go anywhere.

"I don't think you did a good job washing yourself." He said as he squeezed some soap into his hands.

He wouldn't be that cruel.

But he was, and he began to lather the soap in his hands. He skipped my legs and thighs and moved straight to my torso. He began to slowly make small circles on my torso, his warm, rough hands kneading my skin. He made his way upwards, and went through the middle of my boobs. My eyes were glued to his hands, watching his every movement.

He started slowly circling the outside of one. He would spiral closer and closer to the middle, then stop and go back out. I found my breathing becoming more jagged, and my temper rising. I was becoming aggravated by this torture, but I was loving every minute of it. And then, one of his fingers went over my nipple, and it felt nothing short of amazing. I was surprised when I let out a small moan though. I was torn between ashamed and proud to say that no guy had ever touched me anywhere drastic before. Steve was the first one, and he had me already intoxicated by his touch. I desperately wanted more, and I arched my body out. He started using his other hand on the other one, doing the same slow torture over and over again.

I happened to glance up, and found that kiss eyes were completely on me, I had never seen a more intense or passionate gaze in my life. When our eyes met, he started to kiss me. But this kiss was different, his tongue dominated mine, until I followed his pattern. Our tongues were making the same circle motions his hands were, and at this I became extremely aroused. I could feel my own wetness pooling. This was probably the most erotic moment of my life.

My hips started to move, I couldn't help the natural rhythm that seemed to come to them. I thought he would press his hips against mine and join the rhythm, but instead he slipped his right hand down. He stopped at my entrance, his hand snaked in, his palm at my folds and his fingers right where my vagina was. I gasped, and his finger entered me.

He began his slow seduction, his first finger going in and out slowly with increasing speed. My whole body began to move to his rhythm, moving along with the motion of his hands. He added another one, I let out a moan. I wanted it bad, so bad. I was completely on the edge. I needed something, just a little more and I'd be there. But that's when he stopped. I expected him to. He drew his hand away and I let out a huff, and shifted my legs together to try to get rid of the feeling. He brought his fingers to my mouth, but I kept it closed and turned my head. No way was I going to do that.

I heard his low chuckle, and I gave him a look. He thinks this is funny? I thought he was into it. Well now I'm confused, what is this then?

"There, now you have the same confused look that I had before. Done playing, Nat?"

Damn, even when he was toying with me he was still sexy.

I nodded. "All done."

"Good."

With that he hoisted my one leg up a little, and in seconds he was inside me. I let out a huge gasp, and my body instinctively rose. He used the small of my back to press my body closer to his, and to –for once- my slow rhythm we began to kiss. Our bodies were hotter than the water, and the feeling was at an even higher temperature. This was so perfect, this was all those great moments combined. This was everything we had worked for. This was purely Steve and I. And this, was where I like to think I lost my virginity.

We woke up some time later, our bodies a mess together. I was wrapped in his arms, and I looked up at him and just smiled.

"You were right," He said.

"Was I now? Am I hearing you correctly? I'm right?" I asked my voice raising a monotone.

"Yes," He said kissing my forehead. "The bathroom is much better than the bedroom, I never wanted to leave either."

I was stunned and then burst out laughing. Steve. Only Steve.