Disclaimer: I do not own them, I did not create them, and I do not profit from them.

Rating: Crank the A/C.

A/N: Awesomepossum: Never mind the "love" thing… big mishap. Yeah, I know "the title." –Sighs – Oh well. As for the Canadian portrayal, yeah. What can you do about it?

Brainfear: "hubba hubba" Yeah, I like to think so too.

Camilla: Vixen. That's a new one that I could definitely get used to. : D And I'm going to partially dedicate this chapter to you, besides all the Yobling fans, because of this "Gimme –bats eyelashes –" So cute.

KCC: YES! You are the first person to notice that… or at least the first to tell me that you noticed it. I assure you, it was intentional. I like having a commonality among my chapter titles, like 'ation.'


Chapter Eighteen: So You Say This Stuff Is Edible?

"Strawberry, cherry, and raspberry," chuckled Warrick, gazing down at the little bottles of massage oil in his hands.

They had stopped by Catherine's for her to get a few things and when she returned to the car with a smirk on her face, a bag in hand, he didn't say anything. He drove to his place without questioning her smug grin for he knew that he would find out later. She told him to wait in the bedroom for her when they arrived and he did as was told while he slipped off his jacket.

Catherine had disappeared into the bathroom, her bag in hand and a questionable smirk on her lips. And while she did whatever it was she was doing, Warrick sat on the edge of his bed with three bottles of edible massage oil that she had given him as she ordered him to his room.

The door eased open soundly and a figure slipped into the darkness of his room. The light from the lamp on the beside table traveled up the dark blue of his wall and provided a dim, soft glow to the place.

Satin. Black satin. It was the only material on her body besides something a deep red that was peaking out of the plunging neckline. Her robe came to her ankles withy a tie wrapped loosely around her waist. He swallowed hard, drinking in the sight of her. Slowly and seductively, she undid the tie and began to gently allow the satin to slide off of her shoulders.

"Have you decided yet?"

"Excuse me?" he drawled out, eyes flickering unhurriedly from head to toe.

"The flavor."

The robe hit the floor and so did his jaw.

"No, not yet."

Red silk in the form of a bra encased her breasts and she wore a matching pair of underwear that left little to Warrick's imagination. Her hair was loose around her bare shoulders and her skin positively glowed. His ravenous eyes raked down her toned stomach to her equally toned legs.

"I recommend the strawberry," she purred, gradually making her way towards him.

"Girl, you're something else."

He allowed her to take two bottles out of his grasp and her hands went for the hem of his shirt next. Once the garment was lost somewhere behind her, she explained, "It gets messy."

"Then my pants have got to go too," he responded, standing up.

As he stood there invading her space and towering over her, he unfastened his belt before unzipping his jeans. She watched his pants pool at his feet and then they were kicked off, forsaken. The bottle was still clutched in his hand and he gazed from it to her, an eyebrow raised.

"Get on the bed."

"Dominant," she smiled as she lay down on her stomach. "I like it."

He sat astride her on the back of her thighs while he brushed the blonde tresses around her shoulders. The clasp of her bra gave effortlessly with the persuasion of his skillful fingers.

"Wouldn't want to get it messy," he murmured into her ear, reiterating her choice of words. She arched her back to remove it and he snuck a peak of the side of her full breast while she flung her bra aside.

The feeling of his deft hands smoothing the warm oil across her back sent heat coursing through her entire body. Her eyes closed as he kneaded her shoulders with just the right amount of pressure. If she wasn't looking forward to hopefully returning the favor of a massage, she could have fallen asleep there. Her body instantly became at ease and the week's tension began to flow out of her in waves.

"You said this stuff is edible?" he wondered casually, his hands working her hips and the small of her back.

"So the bottle says," she murmured drowsily.

A gasp filled the air when his teeth sank into the side of her neck, hardly sparing her the slight pain of his bite. His tongue smoothed over the curve where her neck met her shoulder as his hands massaged her hips. The massage oil definitely tasted like strawberries but he would have preferred to taste Catherine than it.

"I'm about to ruin your sheets," she announced softly and matter-of-factly.

"Hmm?"

She rolled onto her back and laughed lightly at the sight of his eyes going wide, focusing primarily on her chest. He unconsciously licked his lips and then forced himself to meet her eyes, swallowing the urge to rip off the remainder of her clothes and fuck her senseless until his headboard made a hole in the wall.

"Close your mouth," she said with a grin, reaching up to do the work for him.

His hand caught her by the wrist and he took two of her fingers in his warm mouth, nipping gently at the tips. A moment later he released them and tried to not make it painfully obvious that he was hard as rock, pressing against her thigh.

"You're not done," she stated, desperately wanting him to continue to massage her body.

"I know I'm not."

Instantly his hands fell to her breasts, rolling a nipple between two fingers while she made not effort to suppress her hips arching up. She groaned at the loss of contact when he moved back to draw her legs out from underneath them, bringing them up to rest on either side of his hips. He was cradled perfectly in between her thighs and he immediately felt like he was home. This time when he touched her, he was softer and more teasing than he had been before. His hands glided more oil up her thighs and over her stomach as he bent over her to flick his tongue inside her bellybutton.

Catherine didn't know how long she was going to be able to stand his lingering caresses. She wanted him to be rougher and harder like she was used to, but he knew that of course. He knew exactly what she wanted and despite the fact that he wanted it too, he was going to have her pleading before he made a move to join their bodies.

A nipple was caught in between his teeth and he tugged back gently before taking the whole of it in his mouth, sucking and licking. Her hips were arching against his pelvis and several times he had stopped her when she began to bring a pace in her hips. Strawberry oil was slicked over her collarbone and his mouth moved there next to nipple and taste. This time when she grinded into him, he didn't stop her but encouraged her by holding her to his body, his hand underneath them both on her behind.

Almost half of the little bottle was gone now and Catherine was sticky as hell between Warrick's mouth and the oil. He sat up a little more to reach out and place the massage oil on the bedside table. This movement pressed his erection against her harder than she had been forcing. Something between a moan and whimper filled his ear, his cheek next to hers as he began to resume his former position. She told him silently to stay where he was by wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and her hands grasping his well-muscled back. He turned to look at her and realized that their lips nearly met. A gentle slide of his thick lips across hers drove her crazy and she broke her restraint a moment later by quickly holding his head in place with her hand on the back of his neck, urging his mouth to stay fused to hers. The kiss started off to be slow and deep with precision but she pushed him onward, sliding her tongue across his and kissing him harder, faster. Several dizzying moments later, Warrick withdrew, panting down on her chest, his head bent.

"Damn girl," he breathed out.

She chuckled and pushed at his shoulders. Before he knew it he was flat on his back with a very naked and a very aroused Catherine on top of him. She straddled his lap and smiled triumphantly when he groaned at the pleasurable pressure applied to his groin.

"Your turn," she grinned, reaching forward to grab any bottle that she could grasp. "Raspberry?"

"You're the one eating it," he replied cheekily, a twisted smile on his face.

The oil warmed in her hands as she rubbed them together before smothered his skin with the honey-like substance. The air smelt of raspberry mixed with strawberry and she he breathed it in deeply, trying to steady himself while she touched him. His chest was hard and although she had seen it many times before it looked so much better underneath her. Her teeth nipped at his jaw, her hands running up his chest and over his shoulders to slowly make their way down his muscled arms. Her nails bit into his skin in time with her teeth on his lower lip. Once more, her mouth devoured his rendering him speechless as well as breathless. There was so much hunger in her for him that she refused to suppress. She needed to get the pent up sexual tension out of her system though she knew it would only return when they got back to work.

Catherine sat back on her heels and pulled him up so he sat up straight. She enveloped his waist with her legs, her ankles hooking together behind his back and her hands traveled from the waistband of his boxer briefs to his shoulder blades. Her breasts were pressed tightly to his chest when he wrapped his arms around her, his hands flat on her back. Her cheek rested against his allowing him perfect access to her ear and throat. She moaned soundly after his tongue traced the outline of her ear and pulled on the lobe not so gently.

Raspberry massage oil covered his back while Warrick kissed her throat and beneath her jaw line, tugging lightly at the skin. It would leave a mark, yes, but neither of them seemed remotely worried about it. He released a low growl deep in his throat when she grinded her pelvis down on his, hard. His thrust up against the barrier of her damp silk panties evoked her to leave long, red lines down his back from her nails.

"Jesus," he groaned. "Catherine, I don't think I can wait any longer."

In one hand he had a fistful of her blonde hair, right at the base of her hairline, and in the other he had her full breast. His thumb rubbed the hard nipple while his lips found hers easily.

"Then don't," she murmured against his lips.

In one fluid and swift movement, Catherine was beneath him while he hastily removed her underwear. Two fingers drove into her wet heat and she tensed in pleasure, moaning. He moved with the thrust of his fingers into her and she gripped at his hair to bring his mouth down on hers. His slightly long nail that he had on his thumb scraped over the little bundle of sensitive nerve endings and she nearly came at the pleasure of it.

But he needed two hands to remove his shorts and she watched eagerly as he did so. He was about to finish what he had started but she abruptly sat up, grabbing the bottle of massage oil, and put a little in her hand. He watched carefully, his brow in a frown, until his expression completely eased when her hand smoothed the oil over his erection. His forehead rested on her shoulder, his breath falling down on her chest, while her skillful hand covered every inch of his manhood in raspberry. In one hand she gripped his the base of his penis and in the other his heavy testicles. The pace she set was slow at first and she made a rather unmanly whimper at her teasing nature. Her teeth nibbled on his ear while her thumb circled his tip, giving a very gentle scrape to the underside of the head.

"Catherine," he moaned, loving it when she opted for a quicker, more relieving speed of her hand.

"Where are they?" she whispered into his hair.

"Top drawer," was his husky reply.

She parted him for only a moment, retrieving a square package from the drawer. She was on her knees as he sat there, his legs slightly folded, when she tore the foil with her teeth and rolled the latex over him.

He persuaded her to lie down and he brought her left leg up and over his shoulder while his chest almost pressed against hers. His eyes were gazing into hers and he kissed her tender lips softly this time with affection.

The first plunge into her elicited a carnal moan from both of them simultaneously. He stayed still for a moment, trying to steady his quickened breath and try to keeping from coming right away. He wanted her to be screaming his name underneath him and he wanted to watch her climax, not be spent right away. He was agonizingly slow but deep and she bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes.

"Harder," Catherine groaned.

The feeling of him inside of her was definitely something she needed to savor but right then she knew that she could not take things slow. Next time, she would savor every inch of him and memorize all characteristics of his skin. Her hips arched up to encourage him and he thrust harder, deeper like she had asked. A sigh teased his shoulder, sending a shiver down his spine.

Even then as he moved faster than he had initially started, he still kept a firm leash on the urge to screw her senseless. She wasn't nearly as aroused as he was, though still completely aroused. But she wasn't making it any easier for him to allow her to catch up. Catherine continued to drive her hips up, meeting his movements and sending him deeper inside of her.

"Warrick, don't hold back."

So she did know that he was holding back and he was sure that she was doing the same. He didn't want to hurt her though the fact that she was far from a virgin was apparent, but he didn't want to overwhelm her as well.

He glanced into her crystal blue eyes, seeing her hunger as a reflection of his. That was all it took to convince him to let go and he did. He slammed his hips firmly into hers and she cried out, loving the new aggression in his pace. The callousness of him was bringing her closer to the edge. She was surprised that anyone could move that fast or get that deep inside her. Once they were done, she knew that she was going to hurt from the rough sex but she didn't mind at all. It would be the first time in a very long time that someone had fucked her so hard that it hurt to walk.

"Faster!" she cried, clinging to his back with her nails after laying a few more fresh strips down his muscles.

Compliance.

His pace faltered a bit when he almost came but he shuddered and kept moving in and out of her quickly. He fit so perfectly inside of her body that he never wanted to leave it. Driving into her again and again only made him want to stay where he was.

"Warrick!" she called, his name practically screamed on the first waves of her orgasm. She moaned and clenched around him causing him to break his speed. Her teeth bit into his shoulder to muffle her cry as she climaxed, gripping his back and clenching him inside of her.

It took only a few more hard thrusts to have him coming inside of her and groaning loud enough that if he had neighbors, they would hear. He panted heavily onto her neck, riding out the last moments of both of their orgasms. She finished him off completely, as well as herself, by thrusting up into him twice before collapsing back down on the bed.

He rolled off of her, not wanting to smother her to death by lying on top of her. He pulled her to his side and listened as her breath eventually evened out. Fingertips danced leisurely on his chest and he watched the red nails scratch him gently.

"That was the best massage I have ever had," he mumbled, kissing the top of her head.

He could feel her smile against his chest where her head lay.

"I bet you I can do better," she challenged, looking up into his eyes.

"Already?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm always ready. Are you?"

"Bring it."