You people! (Ha...) Right, I had fun with what I wrote previously and, well, I'm feeling this vibe and am going to run with it.

This song is "O, Lover" by Jason Mraz. (I've shaved the lyrics a bit to aid in concision.)

Enjoy one of the hottest "chapters" someone may ever write. ;) (The upping of the rating to M to reflect such a thing.)

"O, Lover"

What's the worst thing that could happen?
We could change our minds.

They found themselves, rumbling, tumbling, fumbling among the now unmade patterns of his bed. Soft sheets bunching, duvet pooling on the floor, clothes far gone from the picture splayed beneath brilliant Saturday moonlight. Hands traveled and roamed, lips kissed and tasted. Undying intensity mussing hair and glistening on nude outlines. Blinded by a whirlwind of lust and desperation, turning back wasn't an option.

That seems to be the hottest topic at this time.
We are sitting around in the meditation, dragging, chasing, wonderin'.
Who's holdin'? Who's got the will to draw the line?
I know you've got something burning up inside.
It's so unhealthy but so good for me!

His fingers traced along the ivory curves of her body, murderous restraint keeping him from going full steam ahead. Every inch of him wanted to devour her. Every muscle in his body needed to feel her beneath him taking him into the darkness that brought to attention the cage-pacing animal within. Would she stop him if he proceeded into untried waters? He pondered stopping, knew he probably should end this before it progressed into something they would know and want for eternity. Should...

Said if I didn't know, and if I didn't know, well if I didn't know that you loved me would you tell me?
Well God only knows our contradictions to quitting is a hate to love relationship thing.

She drowned within his soft, tanned skin hot to the touch but taunting her to take things farther than she'd ever imagined plausible. She heard of his love but she would not be placated by mumblings alone. Reassurance was necessary and only delivered thru feeling. She wanted to feel his love and touch his love and go and come against his love. Her mind was far detached from any thought someone would call practical and only dreamed of the climactic resolve of such a scorching quandary. Nothing short of death would call a cease-fire to the rising temperature encapsulating her form.

A fire under you is so fulfilling,
I fear there's nothing more.

He let his hands reach to places he'd hallucinated on alone at night. She arched against him, legs parting and falling to the wayside. She melted into him, his mouth crushing her own, raging against the machine. He pulled away breathless, her hands flat against his chest, revived from the dizzying dance. He sat back, the underside of her creamy thighs pressed against the top of his own, her body shown in a sculpted Rodinesqe masterpiece.

I'm giving, giving you the choke hold.
My flirting with disaster is mighty loved.

She eyed him viciously, biting the underside of her lip to all the mind-numbing possibilities. She sprung on him, pushing him flat against the den of their dangerous liaison. Her knees dug into his waist. Her breathing came in ragged pants. Her red hair cascaded down and erased every notion that could be perceived as rational. She brought his hands to her shoulders, his thumbs brushing against her clavicles, her begging for him to feel her again... and again.

Ugh you, you're so bold.
My wanting to kiss you still is not enough.
I'm getting over, all the comments.
I'm feeling statements made by people are nonsense.
I'm getting stronger, by the minute.
And once I slip into position I'll swing you and turn you all around.

He groaned, loving the way her weight pinned him to the bed and begged him to take a step forward in their right direction. Arrogance loved knowing he could be her #1. He ran his hands from her shoulders down to her hips, grinning at how she trembled with every advance towards giving her all of him. By instinct, she ground against his stomach, her dripping heat sending him into the deep spirals that would make even the most seasoned psychonaut question the safety of such a drug. His mind went blank. He gripped tighter on her hips and tried to stifle her dizzying, circular movements. They locked eyes and she pushed her hair back, kissing him as she went for everything they always wanted to go for.

You are the sweetest thing I've found since whenever.
You're the only way my time is measured.
You might be the silent type, but your appetizing louder now.
It's crazy how you're killing me.
You're killing me, but I like you're...

He made sure he held her still on top of him and she was driving to angry madness with a time that stood motionless. He finally moved deliberately, a masterful stroke of the magicians wand in tune with the internal humming that whispered commands for him to up the ante – faster, more, harder, a lot more, take me to the edge and let me fall. She bent to his chin, growling against the way he went for her delicate flesh in tactless fury. Overpowering, leaning her to the bed, taking control as she abandoned last ditch efforts of composure, giving her the only thing never received, working on pleasing his alter of wanton opportunity. Nails up and down, digging deeper with every new found depth, muscles rippling underneath her expertly grabbing novice fingers. Begging, pleading, more, taking. Explosive, body rouging tides, name calling and god thanking, falling into a Starry Night afterglow.

Red top and matching bottoms.
You know the ones, the ones you got on.
Pull them over your skinny self but don't cover your tattoo.

He watched her walk around his lair, searching and discovering formerly lost pieces of her wardrobe. He enjoyed the feel of his sheets against his bare skin, the look of mock-embarrassment in her diverting eyes, the way she tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled when she bent to pick up a shoe from some far corner of the room. It was late, early if you wanted to get into technicalities, and she needed to head home. He didn't care for curfews and damn the rules. He wanted her back beside him and to bask in the humid atmosphere hanging on the curtains together. She looked to him, eyes glazed over in nothing but lust, when he patted the too-close for Platonism spot beside him. She rolled her eyes at the suggestion, joining him anyway.

I like to look at you.
I love that smell on you.

His arms came down over her half-dressed form, the scent of her against his soapy masculinity intoxicating. She still felt the tingles running along her nerves, her skin sensitive to the slightest breath that would reach her neck. She looked up to his face, taking in the softness that had been so animalistic only moments before. He bent and kissed her shoulder, her body rekindling the need that had began the entire evening. She held his cheek and kissed along his jaw. Hunger cried out in pride threatening to cause a rematch.

And I got your special place against this face for tasting too.

He followed the trail her lips were taking and met them. He moved to be in front of her, her back being pushed against his headboard as he grabbed at the waistband of her jeans. She giggled against his unyielding efforts to take them off, his fumbling with belt buckles and zippers. He smirked as he grabbed the hems and gave them a jerk, pulling them and her downwards. He kissed along her stomach, her hip bone a feast to a hungry man. The ache was swelling again, wanting to have her relentlessly.

And I like it natural.
No need for chemicals foggin' up my senses.
You're making me senseless.
You're calling it sexual.

She playfully pushed him away from delving back into the movements and motions that would have her forget her own name. She had to fight the urge to give him his repeat performance that would cause the two to watch as dawn made its complete debut. She shook her head and bit her lip, moving to the other side of their consummation's resting place.

And you're going to get yours, my lady.
Might even be today.
And it ain't no thing because I'll be rolling right along with you...

He laughed at himself, at her coy denial, at the camisole underneath his pillow.

You are the sweetest thing I've found since whenever.
You're the only way my time is measured.
You might be the silent type.
But you're appetizing louder now.
It's crazy how you're killing me.

They stared at each other for a while, feelings and understanding passing between the electrified time space continuum. It was good, a free flowing, unbroken chain of communication that no one could dare verbalize.

And give us both a break.
And to give us back a taste when the way things were before they made the laws.
And to give us both a chance.
But it won't be the last romance cause when the weekend starts the guilty party's on.

She finished the ritual of dressing, gathering the finishing pieces of her regalia. She stood in his doorway, finalizing their rights of passage.

Weekend party's over.

He smiled at her knowingly.

Don't stop, let's suppose, ah...
I won't blow your cover.

She smiled at him to confirm the last order of business, leaving him to wait for the next time.

Opportunistic lover.