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A/N: Smut, smut, smut. :) As requested and, with all the angst, probably needed at this point.

CSIfan3804, I meant to say this in my last A/N, but I was dumb and forgot: Welcome back! I missed you! :) (And believed you'd stopped reading as well... this story has seriously hurt my confidence a little.)

Everyone enjoy! I'm going to bed early! Night!

Chapter Ninety Six:

I love Sara. I do. I find her to be an exceptionally engaging woman with a challenging intellect, a unique mind, a beautiful face, and a decidedly sexy body… But when I walked into a room to see her clad in lingerie very clearly resembling a French maid's uniform… I couldn't help but laugh. It was because I love her that I laughed—only Sara would intentionally seek out themed, see-through ensembles to go along with our particular geographic location.

It was so delightedly neurotic and so perfectly Sara… I couldn't help it. It amused me as much as it turned me on. …Which is not to say that it didn't turn me on. I mean, Sara doesn't have to do much to make me want her in a way I would otherwise believe I was far too old for… but my primary emotion was amusement at how sweet and endearing her cute little quirks are.

It took me a moment too long to realize she was frowning deeply, her arms across her chest—in anger, but perhaps also to obscure the creamy skin exposed there, shielding her from what she clearly thought was my mocking. I stopped laughing, shaking my head. "Oh honey, don't be upset…"

"I'm not." She said, in a voice that said she really, really was. She turned away from me, not realizing that the back was, if anything, more revealing than the front. "I, uh… I'm gonna go wash my face for bed…" She took a step to the bathroom, but I tugged her back, pulling her gently against me.

"Hey…" I tilted her head up, and the frown in her eyebrows deepened just a little. "I promise, I wasn't laughing because I didn't think you were sexy, honey. …Honestly, you always look beautiful and right now, you look good enough to eat…" I said, attempting to deepen my voice seductively and still sound gentle and apologetic. The flicker of a smirk on her face told me I was forgiven, even if she wasn't ready to play nice yet.

"Well, I guess you'll be going hungry tonight then, hmm?" Once again she tried to walk away from me, although the extra sway in her hips and the grin she was fighting back told me she didn't want to get away. I reached out and pulled her back to me by the hips instead of the arm this time, thinking that despite my immediate amusement, Sara could not have picked a sexier outfit. It was black silk on top, skimpy off-the-shoulder straps and a sweetheart neckline, but the silk stopped beneath her breasts, black lace covering her stomach and far too far down over her hips before several ruffled layers of silk formed the flouncy skirt on the bottom, which didn't quite cover her ass. The lace over her stomach didn't cover her back… it was left open to the touch, and a when I pulled her back against me, my fingers finding purchase in the silk ruffles, the heat of her skin through my shirt had a low growl building in my throat.

"No… I don't think I will." I breathed against her ear, sucking the lobe and dragging my tongue up and around the shell. "I think, by the time this night is over, I will be quite… satisfied." She shivered against me and I tugged her more firmly back against me, making sure she could feel exactly how turned on I was, in case she still had any lingering doubts. You would assume that the advice 'Don't laugh when your fiancée tries on new lingerie for you' is a no-brainer, but that particular faux-pas sneaks up on you…

I moved burning kisses over her neck, feeling like my own clothes were too stifling, but that I might keep her in this as long as possible… Her breathing was already coming in short pants, her weight slumped back against me, making me feel just a little smug at the effect I could have on her. I slowly slid my hands from her hips, up along her sides, loving the way my thumbs slid up the silky-smooth, bare skin of her back as my fingertips dragged over the rough, textured expanse of lace over her abdomen. The dual sensation had my own breath coming a little faster in my chest as I stopped just beneath her breasts, lingering…

"Mnnn…" she moaned softly, a desperate sound, and her back arched, trying to tempt me upward to touch her. I nipped gently at the curve between her neck and shoulder, breathing hot and heavy over her skin and watching the goose bumps appear as she squirmed under me.

"So… what was your plan, once you got me all hot and bothered with this sexy little ensemble?"

She shuddered, her hips rocking back against me impatiently and her half-exposed, tight little ass rubbing against me through my pants. "…I was going to seduce you." She huffed out, breathless, and I chuckled.

"Oh, you were, now? …And see, right now… I think I'm doing all the seducing…" I slid my hands up to softly caress the breasts her arching back was offering to me, thumbs passing over the nipples playfully as she gasped out her surprise and appreciation for the move, the hands at her sides finally snaking up to move around over her shoulders, pulling me closer and twining her fingers into my hair, holding my head close beside hers.

"Go… lay down… and I…" She broke off on a moan as I gently squeezed both nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and I felt heat race through me. I often still found myself in a state of disbelief that I was able to inspire responses like this from her…

"You what, honey?"

"I… I'll… If you…" She was panting, her knees weak against me, and I slid an arm around her lithe frame, uncertain if she would let herself collapse if those knees did in fact give out. The other hand slid down from her breasts, stopping midway down the thigh and then coming back up, under the skirt this time. She drew in a trembling breath as I walked my fingers closed to her center.

"You'll what?" I slid my fingers underneath the edge of the tiny underwear she was wearing, above any sensitive areas, but she still bucked forward, aching for some relief. "…Tell me what you planned to do to seduce me, Sara." I whispered her name on a hot breathe in her ear, feeling myself twitching behind her at the agonized groan that slipped between her lips. "…Tell me what you thought about… tell me what on earth you thought you could do that would be more seductive than this tiny little outfit…?" I slipped my fingers down, just a little… I could feel how wet she was, but even when she rocked up again, I left her wanted.

"Oh, fuck, Gil… please…"

"You want me to touch you, baby?"

"Yessss…" She hissed, her fingers digging more tightly into my curls, her body starting to slowly rock forward and back, simply for the slight pressure from my fingers not-quite-in-contact. The friction of her against me was making my own breathing hard to control and I had to close my eyes and swallow hard in order to keep speaking.

"Then tell me…" I taunted, a finger slipping down to circle her erect little nub before retreating, dragging a frustrated whimper from her lips as it did.

Her body shuddered and she gasped, her eyelids fluttering as she tried to gain some semblance of control. "Gil…" I repeated the motion and she stopped again, dragging in a sharp inhale, her nails digging into my scalp now, a pleasurable pain that sent chills through me. She was so wet… so hot…

"I was going to suck you off. I was going to tease you with my tongue until you begged for mercy. Bring you close over and over, but never let you let go… until you absolutely couldn't take it anymore and threw me down to have your way with me…"

My eyes had closed and I'd gripped her tightly to me, feeling dizzy and unaware that my own hips were moving in time with hers now. …Sara had never, never talked to me like that. I felt drunk, it was so hard to open my eyes and force concentration. A needy, disbelieving groan ripped through the air, and it took me a minute to realize it had come from me, responding to her pulling herself out of my arms. Her palms came in contact with my chest and I tugged her forward, against me, into a searing kiss. Once again, I don't know that I was aware we were walking backwards until I actually hit the bed with my legs and tipped backwards onto it. She fell forward onto my chest with a squeal and a giggle, and then her hands were sliding down my body as her voice turned husky…

"You gonna let me seduce you now, baby?" She punctuated this sentence by tugging roughly on my pants button, causing it to come loose and the zipper to slide its way down on its own. I gasped and tried to tug her from her seated position down to kiss me again, but she dove down instead to where her hands were tugging my pants and underwear down my body and off, her body slipping off of mine and onto the floor until she was kneeling between my legs. I gasped and tried to sit up.

"Sara… honey…" She ran her tongue, lightning-quick, up the length of me. "Oh god!" I gasped, collapsing back against the mattress, the spasm of pleasure hitting me like a punch in the stomach. She giggled, that sneaky, devilish tongue snaking out again and I saw stars in front of my eyes. There was heat surging through me from her attentions, hot and wet, giving and taking but always, always teasing… until my entire frame was positively trembling with want. "Please… let me feel you, honey." I murmured into the pillow I'd pulled over my face in an effort quiet myself enough so that I wouldn't wake Ayla.

In an instant she was above me again, gently tugging the pillow away from my face while she hovered above me, thighs spread as she straddled me. "You're so beautiful." She said, and despite still gasping for air, I managed to raise an eyebrow at her. She smirked, tugging on my shirt until I sat up enough for her to pull it off my arms, and explained. "It's… You're a different man, when I have you like this… sweaty and hot, so worked up that you swear like a sailor on the same breaths in which you profess your love."

"…I'm a different man when I'm with you." I corrected, and slowly slid my hands up from her knees, a palm on each thigh, slipping under the skirt and grasping the top of her underwear and pulling them down in one long movement, until they got caught from her legs being spread. She slid off me, standing, and they slipped the rest of the way down to pool around her ankles. She stepped delicately—elegantly—out of them and I scooted a little further up the bed as she climbed up after me, sitting gently astride me, the slick heat of her resting deliciously against me, cradling and tempting simultaneously as her long body bends sinuously down to me, her lips sliding against mine gently.

I arch up against her automatically, my fingers tangling in her hair as her tongue peeks into my mouth and then out, still teasing. From her throaty gasp, as well as the enveloping feeling of heat, I know that the head of my manhood had slipped between her folds, almost like providence… I was never a man who believed in fate—or luck, really—before I met Sara. But with her… everything felt like it was ringing with rightness. Her eyes were heavily lidded as she panted above me and I pulled her back down into the kiss with the hands that were still in her silky curls as I arched up again.

She moaned against my lips, feeling my intentions and arching with me until I slid, ever-so-slowly, all the way into her sweet, sweet depths. I trembled again, my control wavering, my hands gripping her more tightly. She rolled her hips and I forgot why I might need control in the first place… she slid down until her chest was flush with mine, her hands moving under the pillow beneath my head and our foreheads pressed together intimately. She slowly moved forward and back, and I forgot my own name, gripping her and meeting her next movement with passion, needing so much more… of her, of this, of this feeling. I was sweating with the effort it took to let her lead rather than rolling over and taking control, bringing both of us to our peaks in minutes.

It would be mind-blowing, but not nearly as much as it would be if I let her draw this out…

I let go of her hair as she started her slow, torturous rhythm, slipping my hands down over her back. Her head fell from my forehead as her pants became more needy—she braced it against my shoulder and her pace picked up, sending another rolling wave of shock waves through me. "Oh, Jesus, Sara." I groaned out, unable to help myself a moment longer—my hands grasped her hips and pulled her to me each time I arched up in the thrust. Her desperate moans filled the room and I grit my teeth, certain that I wouldn't be able to hold out until she came, but doing everything in my power to prove myself wrong.

Finally, finally, the high-pitched moan she was emitting wavered and cracked and her hips strained desperately against me, knocking my hands off as she moved faster than I had been moving her—which had me catapulting to the brink faster than I'd ever imagined I could even approach. I felt her clamp around me and the dramatic arch of her back—not to mention the fingernails digging into my back—as she let out a keening cry that was so full of pleasure that I absolutely could not hold back—not even a single moment longer—and emptied myself into her on a yelling groan that had me wondering what exactly one would have to do to wake Ayla up—neither of us had managed to be particularly quiet, and yet she still hadn't woken…

Sara collapsed against my chest, her eyes fluttering closed, and only then did I reach behind her, slowly unbuttoning the three buttons holding the silk of her top together in back. She shimmied until it was down and off her body, letting it fall off to the side of the bed, and then curled up with me again with a sigh of satisfaction and approval. I smiled, my breath still coming faster than normal, and pressed a kiss to her temple. "I love you, Sara."

"Mmm," she responded, eyelids fluttering against my chest and tickling, just slightly. "…Love you too, Gil." She murmured, already half-asleep… comfy and warm and pressed against my body. I closed my eyes, not feeling the need to pull away from her just yet, running my fingertips up and down her spine until she slept soundly. Only then did I let myself relax entirely and feel the gentle, soothing, comforting tug of sleep overtaking me as well.