I have to say, I am so happy that some people are leaving me feedback! I was ready to erase the story all together. I'm trying to update as fast as I can, but between work, school, and home life, I'm pretty busy, but stick with it, I promise I'll update if you guys give me feedback, ok?

As for this chapter, if you have a pacemaker, or are under 18, don't read this, it may make you think things that could kill you. But what a way to go, right? Thinking about Bastista...ok, you read, and review, while I change my panties! ENJOY!

-Actress

It was her last night there, and she was missing the constant busy of her Lawyer/Valet duties. She also wanted to show Dave some appreciation for letting her stay at his home, after all the drama that unfolded when she arrived. She thought of a home cooked meal, but something different. Pizza, though it wasn't different, it was something he liked if done right. She logged on to her laptop, finding her recipes, and ran into the kitchen to cook. It was a gloomy night, and it showed. Weird thing was, Emylee loved the rain. Frankly, it made her horny, and a willing participant to do whatever came to mind. She began to make her dough as she played the radio in the back round. One thing that only her family knew, she was excellent at making food, and tonight, Dave would experience the same, hopefully it would be a good story for her.

He drove home, hearing that there was rain in forecast. He was a little worried that Emylee was at home alone, but she was a smart girl, she could handle herself. He drove though the streets, as a familiar song came on

I can run, I can race for hours and hours and don't stop

I can float I can fly to the highest mountain top

I can breathe you, I can drink in your laugh I can live on your smile

I can trip and if I can fall into your arms I can

Stay there my whole life

The two heard those lyrics, and it described the connection they shared through friendship, and now possibly becoming more. He grinned at the meeting where he saw her true colors towards anyone who may treat her like shit. He thought about how she seemed happy for a while with Paul. As the song concluded, one song he never thought of seriously, until now, began to play as he made his way into his home. He noticed she was listening to the same station. Grinning at her tastes, he snuck up behind her, and scared her.

"BOO".

She screamed, and dropped the glass she was holding, as he laughed controllably. She had the worst look on her face, and he could help but to laugh. She walked away, checking the food, and he followed her, still laughing. She pouted, and sat on one of the barstools.

"You're not going to be mad all night are you?", he laughed.

"Why shouldn't I? I could have thrown that glass at you, you wouldn't have laughed then, would you?"

"Ok, I would have been pissed, but it was harmless fun, lighten up".

"Fine, when you apologize".

"I'm sorry".

"Thank you", she grinned.

They both began to laugh, and relaxed waiting on dinner. She began to see what Dave was talking about, that she saw what she wanted in a man, someone to keep up with her antics, and still love her for her. To leave at work at work, and be relaxed at home. As she walked into the kitchen to finish the salad, he sat in her seat.

"I ought to kick your ass".

"I said I was sorry, besides I couldn't pass up the opportunity, you would have done it to me".

"So, that's not the point".

"But it is, but it is", he grinned.

A slow song came on, as Emylee felt the sudden urge to be closer to Dave. He was oozing sex as the water from the rain rolled off his shoulders to his arms, and she took a notice.

"Dance with me", she said.

"I'm soaked, and smelly, besides I'm no good".

"You liar, don't fuck with me, I saw you with Jackie, come on", she said pulling at his arm.

They walked over to his living room, where the fireplace was. He wrapped his arm around her slender waist. She held his hand in hers, and rested her head on his chest. The mixture of his body sweat and the rain would normally make her run, but in this case, for some reason, it made her want him even more than usual. They swayed in unison, as the song continued, and she looked up at him, finally realizing she was where she should have been a while back, in his arms, with him and only him. He rested his head on hers, and took in the smell of her berry shampoo. It was something he gotten used to, and frankly being this close, made him want to take her right there on his living room floor, no questions asked.

There are so many things we can do. You can taste you can touch you can make moves. Just use your imagination. You are creation.

He took those lyrics seriously, as she looked up at him with her hazel eyes. She took in his gaze, and dropped his hand. She caressed his face, and he closed his eyes at her touch.

Close your eyes.
Let your expectations fade.
I'm your favorite memory.
Remember me.
Never again have you felt this way.
Let's improvise.
If you know how baby.
I can be you everything.

He stopped her hand, and looked down at her intently. One thing crossed his mind, and she was it.

"This is nice", she whispered.

"I know", he added.

He then took her hand and kissed it. She closed her eyes to the immediate contact.

"I'm really thinking things I shouldn't", she told him.

"So am I".

He pulled her face close to his, and looked into her eyes, at that moment, he knew, he wanted more. He wanted her, and all to himself. Kissing her, it was soft at first. This shocked her, since he was notorious for his "rough handle" of women. As they continued, it became more fierce and rough. . It was pinned up frustration of months of sexual flirting and ignoring the others taunting attraction to one another. He kissed down her neck, and let his hands roam. Finding his way to the buttons of her shirt, he ripped it open, and buttons flew everywhere. She pulled at his shirt, then the timer for the food broke the sexual encounter, temporarily.

"We should check on that", she said panting.

"Don't worry about it".

"Unless you want to burn up with the house, I suggest you calm down for two seconds", she grinned.

"It would be the best way to go though", he joked.

"Fuck you, I'm not dying because you're extremely hungry".

"Yes, I'm hungry, but not for food".

"That is the lamest line I've heard in the last month. I should kick your ass for even saying it".

She took everything out of the oven, and Dave stalked his prey, in this case, it would be Emylee, watching her check everything, and noticing she was just about done, he made his move, by picking her up, and sitting her on the counter.

"You know, you should be patient".

Kissing her, he didn't care about anything else but touching her. Working his way around her neck, she moaned at every touch he made, as he caressed her skin. He finally peeled his shirt off. He stopped for a moment, just looking at her.

"Are you sure you want to continue?"

Immediately after saying that, he regretted it. The nice guy said he should ask. She just left one relationship that she was in for a long time. The horny side told him, fuck asking that, ask her which way she wants it. Hell, don't even ask, just do it already.

"What kind of question is that, of course I do", she grinned.

She began to be the aggressor at this point. This was something he never experienced before. Truth be told, he never thought she would be like that, being as young as she was. Most of the women in his age bracket, didn't even act like she did. Untying the drawstring at his pants, she pushed them off, exposing himself fully. Picking her up, he wanted to match her moves. Slamming her on the island area, he ripped off her sweats, and got a surprise, that she decided to go without panties today.

"Stand up", he said.

His voice lowered two octaves. For some reasons, possibly because she was horny, she did as he commanded. Standing in front of him, bare, he kissed her stomach at first, and moved south. Dave entered slowly, as she let out a high pitched breath. She held on to the island for support, because her legs were like pudding at this point. He put her legs on his shoulders, and lifted her body onto the island area. She gripped on his hair, and he continued to taste her. The more she pulled at his hair, the faster he went. Eventually stopping, he came back up to her mouth, kissing her hard, and grabbing her again, making their way to his living room area, where the fireplace was still going. He put her onto his massive coffee table, and entered inside her. He let out a moan of pleasure that he thought he had lost forever. Dave wasn't a noisy person, unless it was with the right person. He hadn't had sex in sex months, at least with another person. Now, it felt so right to him, and at this point he didn't care what she thought about his moans. At this point, Emylee got extremely turned on at the fact he liked every feeling of being inside her. With every stroke, she began to get more and more tense. She felt like she was going to explode.

"Wrap your legs around me", he demanded.

"No".

This shocked him, again, seeing that a woman never told him no. He liked it, grinning at her response, he stopped.

"Am I going to have to make you?"

"Exactly".

He began to go faster, and it forced her to try and hold on, in which she wrapped her legs around his waist. Scooping her up again, he kissed her, and backed up against a wall, where he continued. She dug her nails into his back, trying to hold on for dear life.

"You gonna listen next time", he whispered.

"Maybe, maybe not", she grinned.

He continued, faster, then slower. Taking his time to enjoy her, it took them a long time to get to this point. He wanted her to know, and remember why he got the nickname, 'the animal', in the first place.

"Tell me".

"What".

"What you want".

"I want you right where I have you".

"That's what I thought".

After different positions, ranging from her being on top, to him taking her from behind, they completely destroyed his living room, and kitchen. She lay on the floor sleeping on his carpet, where they ended, before sunrise. He stood over her, watching her sleep, and grinned at the sight of her. Drinking water, he thought about how much time they spent together on a friendly level. How their friendship started off bumping into each other at a local adult store, and her sharing her woes of not receiving the attention from Paul she should have.

The sun shown through his big bay windows, making here stir at the sun and then the smell of breakfast hit her as well. She rose up, collecting her clothes, and the sheet, that she couldn't figure out hot it got on her, and made her way towards the smell. At first, she was worried that Dave had company, but then she saw him in his boxer-briefs(take a moment, ok change underwear, and read on, lol), in front, cooking food.

"Well, isn't this a sight", she said leaning at the walkway.

"Same could be said for you", he answered, not looking in her direction.

After finishing the last waffle, he made his way towards her. Kissing her passionately, he secretly hoped that it let her know that she was his, and he was here for the long shot.

"Good morning to you, too", she grinned.

"You being here, dressed, lack there of, makes it a good morning".

"No thanks to you".

"Hey, you could have said no".

"Yeah right I was going to stop you".

"Exactly, don't act like you didn't like it, since I am your personal superman", he said smiling.

She blushed at the statement, remembering some of the things she blurted out in the middle of their tornado love-making session. She made her way to the room she was staying in, and he watched her every move. Her gathering of the sheet gave him a glimpse of something he never thought he'd think about again, a bridal gown.

A.N.:Thanks to Floetry for the lyrics, the song is called 'Imagination', and Amel Larrieux for the lyrics, that song is called 'For Real'. Check out both CDs, trust me, if you want to picture something really well, these two CDs help>

R/R

Actress