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(A/N: This chapter is why this story is rated R... and it's not even as bad as future chapters. So.. if you don't like stuff like this.. just go ahead and skip it :). Thanks for reading.)

(11:00 - Townhouse)

Trent walked Lauren to her front door, and stood with his hands tucked into his pockets, smiling at her, still dazzled by her.

Their breaths came out in smoky puffs and Lauren stuff her hands in the fur- lined pockets of her coat. Trent shuffled his feet then looked up at her, his eyes an eerie silver black in the dim light. "Do you want to come in?" She asked.

Trent tried to keep his grin and his stance casual. "Um... sure."

Lauren smiled at him and unlocked the door, letting them in. The air was chilly inside the hall and Lauren ran her hands up and down her arms after taking her coat off. After turning on the overhead lights, she showed Trent into the formal living room with it's large, overstuffed chairs, cherry wood side tables with ornate lamps with beautiful beaded lampshades sitting on them, and lounge chaises, all surrounding a large fireplace with shelves of books or antiques on either side.

"It'll take the heater forever to warm this place up, so I'll just light a fire."

Trent nodded, and watched as Lauren sat in front of the fireplace, the pleated, billowy skirt of her dress surrounding her, reminding him of a young princess. Shaking his head, he smiled at her, still not sure what to say, as she stood. She studied him for a moment before giving him a strange look and asked, "Would you like some wine or something?"

Shaking his head, Trent stepped forward, his eyes intent on hers. Her face was half shadowed, her eyes glittering. He felt Lauren reach up and run her fingers over the sharp ridges of his face. Cupping the side of her face, he bent and kissed her slowly, then pulled away, unsure. Was it the firelight, her beauty, or just too much wine causing him to feel like this or was he actually ready to move on? Or maybe he had been abstinent too long...

It was her, he decided. Everything about her was beautiful. He kissed her again, a little roughly, separating her lips with his teeth. He felt her hands slide up his back and he twisted so he could gently place her in the ornate, overstuffed chair behind them. Trent got on his knees between her spread legs. Putting his hands on to arms of the chair and kissing her deeply, he placed one hand on her knee, and when she didn't protest, he placed his other hand on her knee. He heard a small whimper from her throat and he ran his hand up her thigh, where he could feel the heat of her. Not certain how far it would go tonight, he left it there.

Their mouths still moving against each other, both bodies feeling the same needs and wants, Lauren pushed Trent's other hand higher on her thigh. Half rising off his knees to kiss her harder, he gently removed her panties, helping her slide out of the lacy underclothes. She groaned quietly, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck and moved her lips across his cheeks, forehead, chin... anywhere they could brush across. "Touch me, Trent." She finally breathed out.

She could feel Trent's breath hot and smooth against her cheeks as his hand moved all the way up, stroking her... Lauren noted that he knew what he was doing. He definitely knew, but she wasn't surprised. She arched her back a tiny bit more, and then felt him gently push his thumb inside her, his fingers massaging her.

Pulling back to watch her face as her eyelids fluttered shut, her tiny white teeth peeking out as she bit her pouty bottom lip and her hands gripped the arms of the large chair, he smiled, moving his hand so he went deeper.

Lauren felt like she was going to sink into the plush cushion. Little gasps of breath escaped her lips as he exchanged his thumb for two... then three fingers. Lauren gripped the chair, trying not to moan out loud as she rode Trent's hand. She felt Trent gently press his lips against her shoulder and then her throat, using his other hand to unclasp the back of the dress and pull it down over her breasts. He kissed her chest as he kept half his mind on his fingers, finding the places he knew she would get the most pleasure from.

Her breasts were cupped by a tiny white strapless bra, and instead of taking it off... and idea sprang into his mind. He removed his hand from under her skirt and then began to move lower.

Lauren felt it the instant he left her body, and almost cried out. "Trent..."

"Shh..." Trent pushed her skirt up to her waist and tenderly cupped her thighs, pulling her all the way to the edge of the chair. Pushing her so he laid back, he took her into his mouth. This time, Lauren did cry out, his tongue wreaking havoc on her body.

Finally, she came and Trent almost grinned as her fingers tightened and loosened in his hair as her body had gentle spasms. Trent came up and kissed her cheeks. Lauren gently slid her hands under the fabric of his shirt.

The minute he felt her soft hands over the welts and thick scars on his back, Trent froze, all warmth leaving his body. He stood up abruptly, swearing, running a hand through his hair in an aggravated motion.

"Trent?" He barely heard Lauren.

"I gotta go..." Trent pulled his shirt down then retrieved his keys from the side table and quickly walked out of the room.

Lauren was at his side almost instantly. "Trent, stop. What's the matter?"

Trent stared at her with pain-stricken eyes. No, he wasn't ready. Lauren's accent was thicker and he could see, even in the dull lights, her cheeks and breasts were rosy, her eyes almost bright as a summer day, looking feverish. He had never been more turned on nor seen anyone sexier... but if he wanted this to last, these... too damn fucking intense feelings... he'd have to wait and see.

Forcing his shoulders to relax, he cupped her face, trying to help her relax. He leaned in, his face just a few inches from her, then picked up her hand and kissed her palm. "Not tonight, Lauren." Before she could say anything, he kissed her again, but she didn't miss the look in his eyes.

Trent gently moved her out of the way and went out the door.

Lauren sighed when she heard him drive away.

What had caused that?

Sad and even more confused beyond words, Lauren quietly closed the front door then made her way upstairs.