Arriving back at the manor, Rick looked at Evelyn as they stood before the door

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Where Love Leads
Chapter Two

Arriving back at the manor, Rick looked at Evelyn as they stood before the door.

"Are you sure about this, Evy?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

She nodded, and when he swept her up into his arms, and kissed her with full passion, she gasped, returning the contact eagerly.

However, when it broke, she was trembling slightly.

"We... we can't, Rick."

His eyes widened. "What? Why not?" He asked, eyebrows lost in his hair.

"We're not married... it wouldn't be right..." She whispered, turning from him.

"But... but Evelyn... in the park, and… we love each other, and-"

She cut him off with a finger to his lips. "Please Rick, try to understand... I have to go now." And with that, she slipped inside and closed the door behind herself, breathing hard, tears in her eyes.

Rick stood staring at the place where Evelyn had just been for a few moments before sighing, and starting to walk toward his apartment, where he had been staying since they
had arrived in England a few weeks ago.

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Evelyn was relieved that Jonathan had not brought one of his women home, and she began to walk toward her bedroom, wondering just where her brother had gone.

Upon further investigation of the house, Evelyn found that Jonathan wasn't even home. She smiled to herself, amused that he was still out, as she made herself a cup of tea.

Lightly she sighed, finding herself a bit lonely, although she couldn't understand why. She had never minded being alone, even for long periods of time. In fact, before this whole crazy mess with undead mummies and gun fights and vast piles of treasure, Evelyn often preferred being on her own. However, it seemed that being with O'Connell had made her almost dependent on human contact.

And Evelyn couldn't decide if it was a good thing or not.

Making her way to the study, which was actually much more like a private library, Evelyn seated herself in an oversized arm chair-which made her look very small-and picked up a book that she had been reading for the last few nights. It was a history book, like most of the other books that populated the myriad of shelves in the large, musty room, and she found it absolutely fascinating. Quickly she became absorbed in the information, and she didn't notice when several hours past with her still reading the old volume, bound in leather, corners fraying.

When she looked up at the clock, she was surprised to see that it was after 11:00 at night.

She figured that Jonathan must have come home already, and not bothered to tell her. He never stayed out all night. He knew better than to worry his little sister like that (and was smart enough to avoid her fiery temper).

Standing, she put the book gently on the nearest table, and picked up the tea cup, long since empty.

She carried the cup to the kitchen, than checked around the house for her brother. Evelyn frowned when she found that she was still the only one home, and began to worry just a little. She knew that Jonathan could take care of himself, but she couldn't help being a little
concerned about her dear, irresponsible sibling. Who knew what kind of trouble he could have found himself in? Just because he had always managed to wiggle out of his problems (and the fights that usually ensued because of them) like a slippery little eel in the past, well, that didn't mean he was infallible. Not at all.

Evelyn prepared for bed, taking a hot, relaxing bath and putting on a soft cotton night dress, the same one that she had worn at the beginning of her great journey with O'Connell and Jonathan through Egypt. Before she crawled into bed, she took one last look, hoping that Jonathan might have slipped in while she was in the bath, but no such luck. It was after midnight now, and she worried her lip between her teeth for a few moments, staring with concern out the window, before shaking her head and making her way toward her bedroom.

She lay in bed for what seemed like hours, but was unable to fall asleep. Heaving a heavy sigh, she forced herself from the security of her bed, and made her way to the front door. Quickly she pulled her coat on, than slipped on some shoes and left, walking down the street in the middle of the night toward, she hoped, the ability to sleep.

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Rick was awakened to the sound of gentle knocking on his apartment door and he groaned, wondering what friendless drunk wanted shelter from the night this time.

Standing, he pulled his robe on over his boxers, and shuffled to the door. He didn't bother with the peep hole, and instead unlocked, then opened the door.

He was surprised to see Evelyn standing nervously outside, and he was immediately concerned.

"Baby, what's wrong? What happened?" He asked, reaching for her.

She smiled softly. "Nothing's wrong." She insisted, allowing herself to be folded into his warm arms.

"Then what are you doing here?" He looked a bit confused, and she smiled shyly.

"I... couldn't sleep, and I walked here..." her head bowed, finding herself a little bit embarrassed as she realized how foolish she must seem.

Rick smiled, pulling her gently inside the door and closing it behind.

"Do you wanna sit, or lay, or-"

"Oh, I..." she yawned, and he nodded to himself.

"Here, let me take your coat." he insisted, pulling it from her shoulders and tossing it unceremoniously over a chair. He turned to face her again and his eyes widened.

Evelyn blushed, embarrassed again, knowing her night gown was a bit sheer.

"Oh, um... yeah, come here." He said softly, taking her hands and pulling her closer to him. "Why can't you sleep?" He asked gently, while leading her to his bedroom (conveniently enough, the apartment had only one).

Sitting on the edge of his bed, blankets rumpled, he motioned for her to sit next to him. She did so nervously, and began to speak.

"Jonathan is late getting home, and I'm worried about him," she began. "and I have such an odd feeling, as if there is something I want so badly, but I don't know what it is." Her fists clenched in frustration, and Rick put a reassuring hand on her arm.

"I don't understand." he said softly, and she sighed.

"There is something I want so badly, right now especially..." she looked deeply into his eyes, "it involves you." she whispered, "I want something... from? No, with you, and I don't know what." Frustrated, angry tears filled her eyes, and Rick couldn't help a small smile.

"Evelyn, relax," he whispered lovingly, "I think I know what it is that you want."

Her head lifted up, eyes wide as she met his.

"What?" She breathed, feeling that longing even stronger now.

"This." he said gently, leaning forward and sealing their lips together. She shivered, and moaned just at the slight contact, and Rick pulled back, smiling knowingly.

"Lay back." He instructed with gentle eyes, and warm hands guiding her. After only a moment's hesitation, she complied.

"Now relax, I'd never do anything to hurt you, you know that."

She nodded slightly, smiling up at him, her love for the man before her pouring from her eyes.

Rick leaned in, dropping a gentle kiss on first her forehead, then nose, and then lips. He felt her relax around him, felt all the tension in her body drop at the reassuring feel of his lips against hers, and he had to smile, pulling away.

"Do you understand what I'm thinking?" He asked, wanting to make sure Evelyn knew what it was that he wanted to give her.

She appeared unknowing for a moment, before she nodded. "You... you want
to make love to me, don't you?" She asked, almost as if she thought for sure she was wrong.

Rick nodded slowly. "Is that okay, baby?" He needed to know.

"Oh..." She breathed, as his hand caressed her stomach gently, slowly. "Yes... very okay."

He laughed, kissing her again, and he marveled at how trustingly she gave her body up, and let herself feel.

Guiding her hands up, he rested them on his shoulders, then allowed his own hands to explore the soft confines of Evelyn. Gently he untied the ribbon on her gown, and opened the front of it to his eyes, tugging a bit. She got the message and sat up quickly, letting him pull the
dress from her form.

She blushed under his gaze, only wearing a pair of panties now. Quickly, Rick removed his robe, and tossed it to the floor beside her nightgown.

Guiding her back, he helped her to lie on the blankets, and he slowly lowered himself to rest against her, making sure not to put his full eight on the tiny, fragile-looking woman below him.

Evelyn moaned at the wonderful feeling of skin upon skin, and she cautiously ran her hands up and down his back, loving the way his muscles jumped beneath the magic of her fingers dancing across him.

Rick's mouth slid from her lips to her neck, and he nibbled on her flesh gently, delighting in her gasp.

Evelyn tangled her hands in his hair, whimpering softly, lost in the sensations that rippled through her body slowly.

Rick looked up into her beautiful hazel eyes, and smiled. Running his hands up and down her sides, stroking her soft flesh, he nuzzled down her chest, visiting the soft mounds of flesh, stroking his mouth over her and he flicked his tongue over her nipple, moaning from the pleasure he gained at hearing her low sounds of surprised enjoyment.

She didn't know what to do, didn't know how to please him, what he would like and what he wouldn't, and she felt lost. Rick felt her body tense up, and peered at her, concern on his face.

"Evelyn, everything okay?" She nodded, and she smiled.

"I just... teach me how to..."

He grinned at that, and leaned up, kissing her with extreme passion and moaning as he felt her writhe about below him.

"There's time for that later," he assured her, "right now, this is all about you. Just lay back and feel. Relax." He instructed, returning to his task of driving Evelyn Carnahan mad with his mouth and his loving touches with his battle-roughened hands.

Moving his mouth lower, he tickled her tummy with his tongue, smiling against her warm, smooth flesh as she squirmed, giggling softly. Rick hadn't known such pure joy before. He loved making love to women, but never before had he wanted so badly for them to enjoy everything, for it to be perfect for them. In the back of his mind, Rick knew that Evelyn
was no ordinary woman, and he could feel himself, piece by piece, finally going home. For the first time ever, he felt as if he actually fit with someone. And damn if he was going to ruin it. And so, he moved slowly, making sure that everything he did was completely
comfortable for the precious woman below him, watching her chest heaved and her face flushed. He loved her, and would do anything to keep her happy. And he could
never live with himself if he were to hurt the only woman he had ever felt this way about.

Evelyn blushed when her hips involuntarily lifted from the mattress below her, bucking against
Rick's stomach and making him grin knowingly.

"Well, seems you're a bit impatient." He teased, brushing his fingers across her blushing cheek. "No need to be embarrassed, Evelyn. Everyone experiences desire..." Licking and kissing lower brought him right above her panties, and he looked up to her, a question in his gentle eyes. Evelyn didn't even have to think. She nodded vigorously, and Rick smiled, licking his lips out of nervousness as he ever so slowly pulled her panties down, instructing her to lift her bottom so he could remove the garment. Quickly it was tossed to the floor, joining the other clothing pilled haphazardly there, forgotten the heat of their mutual passions.

Rick spent a moment just gazing down at Evelyn in wonder. Now completely nude, he was able to see each womanly, subtle curve of her body, the swell of her chest, and dip of her hip; the softness of her legs and the delicate build of her fingers, long, tapering, and drumming nervously against the bedcovers.

He met Evelyn's eyes then, and for a few moments both were lost in the souls of one another, before Rick slowly moved forward and kissed her with such extreme gentleness, with such great love, that Evelyn felt her heart filling, then over flowing with the emotion of the moment. This was what her first time was supposed to be. Forget the fact that she
wasn't married. Forget that she had been raised against this. It was right. The love was there. The gentle caresses were reassuring, and Evelyn felt very safe, and very cared for. Never before had she felt so... needed. It brought tears to her eyes to see the way that Rick
O'Connell, once Colonel in the foreign legion, an adventurer, and as such a man who knew how to take care of himself, had such need in his eyes. It seemed almost as if he couldn't live without her. And Evelyn knew at that moment that she felt the same way. If Rick was not
in her life, Evelyn didn't know if she would be able to last a moment on her own.

Rick's tongue snaked out, teasing her inner thighs, and Evelyn gasped, broken from her thoughts as she let out a soft whimper. Her entire body was trembling, and despite her best
efforts, she could not stop it. She tried not to be embarrassed about her reaction, and any doubts she had were thrown out when Rick licked her in the most intimate of places. His tongue on her felt like liquid fire, and she cried out sharply, her body arching and pressing
against his, trying to find more contact and desperately seeking out the
release she so needed.

Rick continued to pleasure her until he knew she couldn't take too much more, and then moved back, smiling at her gasp from the loss of such delicious torture on her body.

"Where are you going?" She demanded, sounding desperate. Rick had to laugh outright at that.

"Well, I thought we'd try something a bit different." He looked to the bedcovers for a moment, before meeting her eyes. "If you want me...that is."

Evelyn nodded, biting her lip as she drew him against her, and she whimpered as she felt his manhood prodding her entrance.

"It will hurt... won't it." It wasn't a question, and Rick expelled a great sigh.

"Yes... if you don't want to, I understand. The last thing I wanna do is cause you pain, Evy."

She nodded, kissing him slowly. When they broke apart, a look of wanting and resolve was on her face, and she reached between them shyly, grasping him. His eyes slid closed at the feel of her hand, and he moaned deeply, his voice low. Evelyn felt a surge of pleasure at the
sound, and she guided him instinctually in, and gasped.

It was a feeling she had never experienced before. He felt big and awkward inside of her, and she didn't understand what the draw was, until he suddenly thrust deeply, breaking his way through.

She screamed in pain now, and Rick placed soft kisses all over her face.

"...So sorry baby...so sorry…" he breathed as he felt her tremble beneath him.

"I'm okay..." she whispered back, kissing him gently and cautiously moving her hips, trying to get used to this strange thing inside of her.

Slowly Rick pulled back, then pushed in again, and smiled when he saw Evelyn's eyes slide closed, and heard the very soft sound of her whimper.

"Is it okay?" He asked, needing to know if he was hurting her in any way.

"Oh, it's so very much okay, Rick... I didn't know anything could feel like this..." Her eyes opened, and Rick was surprised to see tears swimming there. One broke free, and slid down her cheek, and he leaned forward, kissing it away and tasting the salty flavor.

"I feel so... close to you... like our souls are one..." She whispered, blushing at how silly that must sound. But Rick didn't think her words silly, and he nodded.

"That's exactly what it is... I love you, Evelyn."

More tears fell down her cheeks at hearing the words, and she buried her face in his neck.

"Oh Rick...I love you too."

Slowly he began his motions once again, pressing in and out gently, but gaining speed as he felt her tight warmth start to affect him.

"Evy...oh God baby..." he moaned, pumping in and out rapidly now, watching her face as sweat broke out across her forehead and she turned a delightful shade of pink.

Her lips were parted slightly, and as he watched her tongue snaked out, licking her bottom lip as she moaned.

Suddenly, her hips bucked upward, and she cried out as Rick felt her inner walls contract against him. It was that feeling of being clutched so tightly within her over and over again that sent him wild, and he moaned her name thickly, the syllables falling from his lips, flowing, as he released himself deep within her and collapsed, letting his full weight rest upon her body.