Tim had only gone to the nearest library for a few hours but whatever he had read there had clearly done something to him.

"What the hell was that," I had asked, out of breath and exhausted as we lay on the bed.

He had stretched out beside me in post shag bliss.

"Mmm?"

"Where did all of that come from?"

He had been like some sort of animal, clawing at my clothes the minute he was through the door and with confidence that alarmed and excited me; pushed me up against the wall.

I had tried not to laugh as he kissed me forcefully, taking control and still seeming so submissive in it. He seemed to be forgetting that passion had to be equaled with skill in order for it to feel pleasurable. Nevertheless I had certainly been intrigued.

He seemed to try and seek my permission in every move he made while at the same time attempting to be in control on the situation. His fingers threaded through my hair and he grinded his hips against me.

Once he was on top of me he became even more frantic, moaning and panting loudly and writhing in what must have been pain with a hint of pleasure. He didn't seem to care, leaning down to kiss me hungrily and whisper in my ear that it wasn't enough.

Now, his hair was a ruffled mess but he was smiling at me.

He shrugged.

"Mmm, that was good," he grinned and snuggled closer to me, laying his head on my chest.

"Libraries a turn on for you then?"

He twisted slightly to glance at me with a very somber expression.

"No."

"I was only kidding."

"Mmm."

I stroked his back and traced my fingers along the indents of his spine.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he replied.

"Tim."

"I'm fine," he said irritably.

I knew not to push him, I didn't want to ruin the quiet peacefulness of the moment. Kissing the top of his head I pulled him closer and tried to sleep.