"Comfy?"

Orson turned and saw Bree walking into the living room.

"Quite." he replied, still amused by Bree's act.

"Good. Because I thought we could just...sit together and watch a movie tonight." Bree put one knee on the couch beside Orson, leaning over him so she could get the dvd cases on the table next to the couch. "Oops." she said, though she very purposely brushed up against him as she did it. Orson had more than a peek down her low cut sweater, indulging in what little she was giving away. He looked up at her face, one eyebrow raised. Bree was smirking back at him. She grabbed the three dvd's and plopped down on the cushion next to Orson.

"What do we have here...ooh, Fatal Attraction! And what else..." Bree flipped to the next case. "Basic Instinct...and Body Heat. Which one should we watch?"

"I don't know. That's quite a selection, Bree."

"Mmhm." said Bree, nodding in agreement.

"And they're all about men whose lives are destroyed because they have sex with a crazy woman."

"Reeeally?" Bree asked, pretending to be shocked. "How odd that the man at the video store didn't mention that."

"We can watch whichever one you want to watch." Orson offered, putting a hand on Bree's knee. Bree looked down at his hand, picking it up and placing it back in his lap with a sarcastic forced chuckle.

"Body Heat, then." she said. "Let me just...slip it in, and I'll be right back."

Bree snuggled up to Orson on the couch, resting her head on his shoulder. He kept his hands to himself, and she rewarded him by putting his arm around her shoulder. During certain scenes, Bree would rest her hand on Orson's thigh, just to toy with him. Orson was a patient man, but knowing that Bree was thinking about the exact same thing that he was, and knowing that she knew that he knew, was starting to get to him.

A little over halfway through, Bree yawned.

"Excuse me!" she said, covering her mouth with her hand. "I'm so sleepy..." Bree looked up at Orson, pouting and batting her eyelashes. "Take me to bed?"

Orson raised his eyebrows, almost imperceptibly. He cleared his throat, making sure his voice still worked after such a long period of being hot and bothered while having to hide it. "Are you sure?"

"That's where people sleep, silly. Unless you want to get a stiff...back from sleeping on the couch all night." said Bree, deliberately spacing out the words.

"Ah. Right." said Orson. How silly of me to think you were implying sex. he thought ruefully. Bree tried to hide her grin. He was behaving so well, so politely, that if it weren't for the pure joy of messing with his mind, Bree would have given in to their mutual desires already. The innuendos and hints were just too much fun. Seeing the hope fill his eyes just to snuff it out moments later, it was starting to become addicting.

Bree reached up to caress Orson's face. "We can just..." she said, leaning in to give him a loving kiss on the lips. "Cuddle." she finished afterward. She touched her nose to his, nuzzling him like the little kitten she'd become. With a tiny giggle she stood up, taking Orson by the hand to pull him along.

That skirt... Orson thought hungrily as he followed Bree up the stairs. She was swishing her hips at him shamelessly, pretending not to notice him noticing. It hugs her ass like a-

Bree turned, interrupting his thought.

"You're okay with this, right?" she asked.

"Of course." said Orson, though in his mind he was wondering somewhat desperately whether she was really going to make him go all night without getting some. She wouldn't dare...would she?

He followed her all the way to her bedroom, where she let go of his hand. Bree walked over to her dresser, taking off a pair of earrings and setting them down gingerly.

"Orson..."

She could see him in the mirror, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, watching her with a curious expression.

"Could you unzip my skirt?"

She stared at him intensely in the mirror. She put her hands on the dresser and leaned over just slightly. In her mind she was squealing, and she couldn't wait to tell Katherine all about it.

"No." said Orson.

Bree faltered; that wasn't part of the plan. She stood straight and turned to face him.

"What do you mean...'no'?" she asked him. She was trying to stay confident but he was smiling at her the way he had been that morning.

"I mean no." said Orson, walking slowly toward her. He put his hands to her hips, pushing her back until she hit the dresser. She felt his hands travel up her sides, groping her roughly as he pressed himself against her. "I know what you want."

Bree stifled a gasp, struggling to hold on to her self control. "Oh really?" she breathed. With one hand on the back of her neck, he moved his head down so he could kiss that spot on her neck that made her eyes roll back.

"Yes." he said. "And I'm sorry I didn't give it to you earlier."

Orson put his mouth to her ear, and as he whispered each dirty detail Bree could feel herself giving in to him with her body as well as her mind. With his free hand he began to hike her skirt up like he'd done earlier that day, but this time the scene was going to play in slow motion. His hand moved up her leg, over skin as smooth and soft as silk, massaging the sounds he loved so much right out of her.

Bree found herself swept away yet again. Every time he touched her it was a different experience, and she felt as hot for him now as the first time they'd kissed. He managed to make their love new and exciting each time they were together, yet he had become so familiar with her body that he never got it wrong. From start to finish it would be the best time, every time. She'd lived for so long never knowing it could be like that, but now she knew what passion did for a relationship. Now she knew what it could and should be like, and how she wanted it.

Putting one of his strong arms around her waist, Orson lifted Bree from the ground, laid her down on the bed and worshipped her body in every way he knew how. He had never been this way for any other woman, and would never be for another ever again. It had taken a little while, but Bree had opened herself to him completely, and he could tell from the way she clung to him desperately and begged him never to stop that she needed him as much as he needed her.

Later that night, after another exhausting exploration of each other's bodies, Bree lay on her side, propping herself up with her elbow next to Orson, on his stomach, and she ran her fingernails up and down his back.

"So..." Orson said lazily, eyes closed but still very awake. "How did your plan for the night work out?"

Bree rested her head in her free hand. "Well, on the one hand you could say that it failed miserably."

Orson chuckled smugly, opening one eye to peek at his gorgeous attempted temptress. "You mean you didn't mean to let me take you like the hungry animal I am whenever I'm around you?"

"On the other hannnd," Bree went on, sliding down to lay closer beside him. "I don't know if I could bring myself to call what we just did a failure."

"Mmm..." Orson put his arm over Bree's waist, curling it around her thin frame and pulling her close to him. "What would you call it instead?"

"Perfection."

Orson opened his eyes to look at her, really look at her. His gaze made Bree's heart flutter. Those warm pools of chocolate had been the first thing she really noticed about him.

"You're perfect." he said, and for a moment Bree believed she could finally stop trying.