Authors note, Ok there is some hanky panky in here. You've been warned. It's not dirty or graphic, I've tried to keep it clean but was bored this afternoon. Hey I got my homework done early. So humor me.

Diana found the whole thing beyond amusing.

We left.

With a quick decision to go to a B-B-Q place we frequented. Lambross was no longer allowed to pick our restaurants.

"I'm glad you find this so damn funny," I spat at Diana, who just giggled and nodded. She held a hand over her mouth and snickered on the way to the jeep. I was dating a pervert. She followed me to the jeep, both Sanderson and Lambross were gone.

A quick look around the parking lot , which was nothing more, then the backside of the restaurant, a sign was nailed to the building All Night Parking. That should have been my first clue.

Diana saw it and burst out laughing.

The woman laughed so hard she almost tripped in her shoes. I rolled my eyes and grabbed her arm before she fell. The woman was sick. I fished out the car keys while she asked, "You have never had casual sex in a public place?"

"Yeah, plenty a times, but never when I was datin someone."

"That doesn't count," she snickered.

I turned and spat, "Pervert."

"Prude."

"I ain't a prude," I spat back.

Diana put her hands on her hips and said, "Well prove it."

My God she had turned into a four year old. A sexy four year old, but still a four year old. "It ain't even dark out. If I'm gonna break a indecency law it's gonna be at night."

She rolled her eyes then said, "Chicken."

I began to argue back that I was not a chicken, but that seemed useless, so I grabbed her silky shirt and kissed her. I had every intention of just teasing her, but then she wrapped her legs around my waist, she wove her fingers into my hair, the damn woman teased me until public indecency was no longer a issue on my mind.

I had a bigger issue to worry about.

I opened the back door of the jeep and pretty much tossed her ass inside. While I climbed in the back seat with her, she pulled the two weapons off her feet and threw them in the trunk. Then the woman I loved unzipped her pants and wiggled out of them, she tossed them in the back with her shoes.

"I love you," I confessed.

She grabbed my shirt and pulled me into her arms, where quickly pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw that in the back too. "Really I do," I told her.

"Then prove it," she grinned.

"Ok," I agreed, my voice failed me after that, her hand sneaked around and pulled my wallet from my pocket, while she chewed on my ear. All the blood rushed from my body, to my pants, painfully.

A smile grew on her face, I felt it on my shoulder.

She then retrieved my wallet and began to slowly kiss my neck, it was not that which drew the gasp from my chest. She laid back down beneath me and slide her hand down my pants, while she smiled so innocently at me.

I didn't know what had gotten into her, and I didn't care.

I tried to form words, but found my brain was not functioning. She then took a hold of me and I didn't know what the hell a brain was. With one hand she tormented the hell out of me, while she dug through my wallet for something with her other hand.

She apparently found what she was looking for, I didn't know. Her hand had been cold to the touch, which had made me gasp. So she shoved her hand down further and warmed it up against my thigh. When I closed my eyes she would ever so gently scratch me.

I then opened my eyes, trying very hard to breath.

The smile on her face told me how much she enjoyed this, and as soon as I could she would pay for it. Though my mind couldn't think much past the beautiful color of her eyes, that evil smirk on her face.

I felt my legs begin to shake and that seemed to amuse her, I was able to speak finally, though my word sounded more like a plea, "Diana."

She knew. She pulled her hand from my pants, which was not what I wanted but

thank God she knew how far she could push me before I lost complete control.

"Don't move," she whispered.

I nodded, the muscles in my arms burnt from holding myself up. With her hand out of my pants I could feel beads of cold sweat run down my back. Diana put a little foil packet in my mouth, so that's what she had been looking for, it was suddenly a little clearer.

I felt her hands then heard the zip of my jeans, and suddenly there was wonderful freedom. A deep gasp came from myself. No longer painfully confined in those damn jeans.

She placed a soft kiss on my lips, "Don't move."

Again I shook my head, trying very very very hard not to move. And it was hard. It was harder when she began to lick my lips. It was almost impossible when she began to wiggle out of her underwear, while she lay beneath me. Every now and then she would brush me and I would gasp. And then she would smile. So I snapped my teeth at her.

When she got her underwear off she grabbed them from her foot and tossed them in the back.

Finally she took the little packet from my mouth and opened it.

It seemed like she was just taking her sweet time. She wrapped her hands around me, I all but collapsed on her as I took a torn breath, hell I gasped. The woman was a sadist! She gave me a somewhat gentle squeeze and then slid the rubber covering over me. "Don't move," she whispered.

Now she was just being difficult.

Her hands slid around my waist and made their way down, grabbed a hold of my bottom, it could have been painful, I felt her fingernails dig in my skin. That was it. She opened up her legs and hooked one around my thigh while her other rested against the back of the seat.

Finally she smiled and said, "Ok."