"You've got yourself in a bad situation, Bobby, whatcha gonna do?" He crowded her against the wall, caging her with his arms.

Her pulse sped up, heart thudding so loud she thought for sure he could hear it. She put her hands on his chest, pushing, but he didn't budge. "I'm perfectly capable of defending myself, Tora," she said, doing her very best to sound exasperated and hoping he didn't notice the tremor in her voice.

"Pfft…."

She rolled her eyes, looking up at him. "I-" The words died on her tongue. He was looking at her in the strangest way. She wasn't sure what it meant, she just knew it took her breath away.

He watched her eyes go wide, her pupils dilate, felt her fingers curl just a little into his shirt. His nostrils flared, drawing her scent in. He should scare her, he wanted to scare her, but he searched her eyes and found no fear.

"Bobby-" He frowned. He hadn't meant to sound like that, all soft and… needy. She licked her lips, drawing his eyes there. He remembered the feel of them pressed against him; the way his hands had covered her hips; the taste of her. It was the most vanilla kiss he'd ever had in his life, and it had seared him to the soul.

He wanted to know what that meant, had to know if it was a fluke, needed to feel it again. He hadn't even realized he was lowering his head until his nose bumped hers. "Show me."

Her eyes fluttered closed and she lifted her mouth to meet his. The same delicious surge of energy flooded her, drawing her closer until she was pressed into him, with her arms winding around his neck. This time, though, he was ready for her.

He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, surprising her. When she let out a tiny gasp, he used it to his advantage and tilted her head to deepen the kiss. This was a real kiss, he thought, grinning against her lips.

One big hand cupped her head, his fingers tangling gently in her hair. The other trailed down her arm, over her waist, to firmly cup her ass. He lifted her and she pulled back with a tiny shriek, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist and clinging to his neck.

"Tora!"

He chuckled, the deep vibration making her shiver. He bounced her fanny lightly in his palm. "I can hold you with one hand."

She buried her head against his neck, cheeks red. "S-stop that," she said, "I'm too heavy!"

"Nah," he said, nuzzling her bare shoulder, "Ya perfect, sweetheart."

Warmth flooded her whole body. She pulled back a little, searching his intense amber eyes. No trace of insincerity, no guile, no sarcasm. He'd told her once he meant everything he said. She cupped his face and pulled his lips to hers again, not caring that they had started moving. It didn't matter where he was taking her, she would go anywhere with him.

He lay her gently on the bed, yanking his tank top over his head and careful not to squish her as he followed her down. His fingers slipped just under the edge of her shirt, skimming the silky skin beneath. He pulled back, leaning up one one arm to look at her.

Her lips were swollen and tilted up slightly at the corner in a languid smile, cheeks rosy and flushed. When she opened them, her usually bright eyes were dark and filled with need. His already painful erection surged with pride.

"I want to touch you, Bobby."

She shivered, the husky sound of his voice a caress against her nerves. "You are touching me?"

He smirked, rolling his eyes. Too stinkin' cute! "I want to touch more of you," he said, sliding the pad of his thumb just under the elastic of her shorts. The muscles quivered beneath his touch.

"O-okay."

He moved his hand away. "I'm not gonna push ya."

She smiled up at him, so sweetly his chest hurt. "I know, Tora," she said softly, "I.. want you to touch me."

"Where," he asked devilishly.

Her cheeks flushed. "I-I thought you knew."

He looked at her, dumbfounded for a moment, before rolling onto his back bursting into laughter. He couldn't help it. "Jesus, Bobby…" he chuckled, throwing his arm over his eyes.

She sat up and punched him in the shoulder. "You don't have to be a jerk," she snapped, "I don't have as much… experience… as you!"

He lifted his arm from his eyes and caught her around the waist, pulling her on top of him. "Hey, I'm sorry," he assured her, "I wasn't laughing at you, sweetheart."

She scowled down at him, trying to squirm away- only to be met with the very insistent proof of how he really felt pressing against her bottom. "Oh!"

He shook his head, the corner of his mouth tilting, and held her hips to still her. "I forget sometimes just how innocent you are," he said, almost wistfully, "I let things go too far. I should go."

She braced her hands on his chest, straddling him. "No."

Tora arched a brow. "No?"

Poppy sat up, rolling her hips over him and eliciting a growl from his lips. "No," she repeated.

"Aren't you a feisty hamster," he said between clenched teeth.

"I can be," she said proudly. With determination, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head before she lost her nerve.

His brain sputtered and shut off. Straight 'so long folks, nice to know ya' went kaput. He'd seen women in less. Women in every size, shape and color had thrown themselves at him since he was a teenager. If he even bothered to look, he forgot about them instantly.

But his little hamster, leaning over him with her mussed hair and swollen lips and bedroom eyes… His Bobby, in those ridiculous orange shorts and purple lacy bra (he remembered that cutesy little bow and that tiny fake rhinestone from the long gone photo burned into his mind)... His far too beautiful, far too innocent and far too good for him Poppylan. He shuddered.

Fuck.

He'd never forget this moment with her.

She loved the way his fingers had dug into her hips, the way his eyes widened and then narrowed to burning slits as they moved over her. His physical response emboldened her, confidence surging through her.

Leaning forward, she stretched over him, her lace covered chest lightly sliding over his his. Bumping her nose against his, she whispered, "show me."