Uncommon Sense Chapter 19
By Batistafan
Rating - NC-17 for violence
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Main Characters include: Batista, Triple H, Chris Jericho, Christy
Hemme, Nancy Adams (Original Character).

Disclaimer: This is a mature fanfiction intended for mature readers.
This story contains violence, coarse language, as well as mature
sexual situations (some may consider explicit), and these would not
be deemed appropriate for all readers.
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ensue throughout the course of this fiction. However, since both my
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"Nothing happens by chance, my friend... No such thing as luck. A meaning behind every little thing, and such a meaning behind this. Part for you, part for me, may not see it all real clear right now, but we will, before long."

-Richard Bach, Nothing by Chance: A Gypsy Pilot's Adventures in Modern America, 1969

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Once he led her behind the curtain, Dave Batista pulled Nancy into the shadows. He could feel the tremble in her body, surely a mix of adrenaline and fear. "You're shaking like a leaf." He observed softly, rubbing her back. It half dawned on him that if she didn't get her feet under her he might be forced to carry her.

He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, trying to gauge if they were dilated. "Are you in there?" He joked. "You didn't hit your head or something, did you?" He grinned as she shook her head from side to side. She hadn't been injured badly, just knocked senseless.

He pulled her back out into the lit corridor and holding her hand, led her toward the women's locker room.

"Nancy!" Max hollered and ran up behind them. "That was the craziest thing I've ever seen!" The smile on his face was a bittersweet reward and he hugged Nancy tightly, lifting her off of her feet and bouncing her. "Wow…" He said in a concerned tone, setting her back on her feet. "You're shakin' like a dog shittin' apples, are you okay?"

Nancy nodded and released him. "I just wanna go shower and get out of here can you cover for me?"

"Of course I can." Max winked and lightly pinched her nose. "Oh, and don't wait up for me…Vicki and I…well we, uh…I'll just see you in the morning." He turned to Dave and extended his hand. "Thank you, for helping…" His words were sincere, but as always he ended every conversation with a jest. "I would have come to her rescue, but they don't make wrestling gear in my size."

Dave nodded, reluctant to forgive Max, but smart enough to know that if he wanted to be a part of Nancy's life…he had to accept Max. Dave shook his hand firmly and he and Nancy watched as Max walked away. His hand on her lower back, they proceeded down the hall, but before reaching the women's locker room they were approached by Eric Bischoff, Vince and Stephanie McMahon. Nancy's heart began another wild cadence, watching them walking side by side down the hallway…they resembled a defensive line on a football field.

"Nancy…" Vince was the first to speak. "Hell of an interesting turn of events don't you think?" His voice was jovial, but Nancy was too fearful to even respond, deciding that it could be a loaded question. "And Eric, I must say…that was a hell of an innovation, transferring the rivalry, by shifting the focus off of her…" He gestured toward Nancy as he spoke with a smile to Eric. "…to Dave Batista." Vince nodded apparently impressed. "When did you decide to change the format?"

Eric ducked his head, nervously and then lifted his gaze, planting an arrogant smile on his face and fixing Nancy with a look that made her blood run cold. "Well, Vince…like most of the events around here at RAW…it was impromptu at best…sort of one of those last minute…spontaneous changes."

"Well it was a damned good decision, Dave I like your style…" He turned to shake hands with Dave and then extended his hand toward Nancy. "I'm impressed with your instincts…maybe we should start digging for talent in the back more often." His obligatory nod was followed by a smile and gesture to Stephanie.

Nancy breathed a small sigh of relief though only Vince had walked away…she noticed a twinkle in the eye of Stephanie McMahon as she smiled and shook her hand. "Whoever said a little girlie slap couldn't do some good…nice job." She then winked at Dave as if they shared a secret and then followed her father down the hallway.

Eric's feigned civility dripped from his constructed expression the moment the two McMahons were out of earshot and he pointed a finger straight at Dave. "Don't you dare assume that you've gotten yourself out of paying some sort of penance!" He seethed and then turned his heated gaze onto Nancy. "I would be careful if I were you! You're on thin ice as it is!" He stomped off, the lapels of his coat flying out beside his body as he went.

Dave bit his lower lip, and then releasing it, twisted his mouth into a smile. "Don't worry about him…Go take your shower, I'll wait." And he did, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall.

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Very few words had been said between the she and Dave after leaving the arena, Nancy had been lost in her thoughts, pondering the match. She gazed out toward the road, the palm trees and torches passing by in a blur, much like the last forty-five seconds of her match. Pulling up in front of the path to his cabana was comforting and unsettling all in one. Strangely, she found she wasn't afraid to go in with him, a friendly drink maybe and then she would go back to her cabana for some much needed rest. Her plane would be leaving Puerto Rico bound for Albuquerque, New Mexico the following evening. She wasn't sure about his plans and she found regretfully that she was almost afraid to think about his plans. The thought of possibly not seeing him at the next hotel troubled her.

Nancy followed him up the pathway and stood behind him as he unlocked the door, opened it and then allowed her to pass in front of him. The living area was dimly lit by one floor lamp, behind an oversized, slip-covered chair, its light casting a glow over the ebony floor. Nancy swept her gaze from left to right, taking in the posh but relaxed cabana which had certainly been much nicer…and surely much more expensive than the one she was sharing with Max. "This is beautiful." She admitted, with timidity, walking further inside, appreciating the laidback yet indulgent tastes of the designer who had put his or her mark on this particular cabana.

"I like it…" Dave said closing the door behind him leaning back against it as he looked around at the some of the same things she had been appreciating. "It's comfortable."

Nancy wondered if this particular environment was his taste…if this might have been the same type of design he would have chosen for his own home. "Is it like your condo?" She asked, wondering if she was too forward. She found it pleasing to think about the way he lived outside of what she already knew about him.

"No." He shook his head, walking away from the door, tossing his keys in a dish on the table beside it. "I bought the condo right after my divorce and met with a designer the day of the purchase…I must have been in a bad mood and she just keyed in on that because that's how she designed it…I don't enjoy being there very much…its cold…hard lines, angles, concrete and steel." He looked around appreciating the cabana even more. "But its Audrey proof…she can't really break anything as long as I remember to move the prized possessions when she comes."

Nancy laughed a little thinking about Audrey. "I'm sure she'll grow out of it." She said referring fondly to her whirlwind ways.

"Why should she? I never did." Dave said, grinning.

An awkward silence descended on them both, forcing Nancy to turn and examine the bookshelf in the corner, lined with different volumes of classics. She was suffocating on the tension that he created every time he was close, even if he was across the room.

"Are you hungry?" Dave felt strangely self-conscious, it was like a first date again. "I can call out for something if you want."

"No." Nancy smiled, "I'm too keyed up to eat. I'd like something to drink, though?" She lifted her eyebrows expectantly, as she placed her purse on the table by the wall.

Dave watched her walk the length of the room as he shuffled through the compartments of the wet bar, seeking wine glasses to go with the bottle of wine that had been left for the cabana's occupants. He liked watching her…he could do it for hours, he thought. Her hair was still slightly damp from her shower, curling mercilessly in tempting swirls down the middle of her back. He furrowed his brow and smiled, secretly appreciating the fact that she again was casting off her shoes. She hardly ever wore them…why should tonight be any different? Nancy was staring at the framed art on the wall, she spoke a random name and he was surprised that she had known who the artist was…he had not…it made him wonder how she was acquainted with so many things related to high society and culture, when she had spent most of her life in a mid-sized Texas town.

He approached her from behind and reached politely around her gifting her with the glass of wine.

"Thank you." She accepted it and stood in the spot, even as he walked to the sofa and sank down into it. It appeared temptingly comfortable and had she not been so nervous she would have already flopped down onto it. As it was, she was exhilarated and unnerved by his presence and yet she didn't relish the thought of looking like an idiot, just standing there, when the sofa was large enough for the both of them to sit. Nancy rounded slowly to the opposite end of the sofa and sank down into its welcoming lushness. She placed her wine glass on the coffee table long enough to tuck her legs up underneath her and adjust her skirt over them, then she picked the wine back up and sipped slowly. There was turmoil within her, a constant question that as yet, still remained without an answer and was just as urgently in need of one. The intense heat of his stare was causing her to lose track of her thoughts and she was grateful when he looked away for a moment. "I was supposed to lose." She reminded him softly, tracing the rim of her glass with one elegant finger. "Why did you change the plan?"

He nodded, somewhat appreciative of her inquisitiveness, even if he had hoped he wouldn't be required to explain. "Chris changed the plan…" He fixed his eyes on her lips, slightly wet from the wine. "I just adapted to it…that's all." He didn't brag, his voice simply stated the obvious, with no inflection or flattery.

Nancy nodded, his explanation failed to answer to her question. She probed deeper, almost afraid to know the answer. "You keep coming to my rescue…" She announced. "First the bus, then at the pool…and tonight." She stared down into her wine glass. "Why?"

Though her voice had been soft and placid, it was equivalent to a karate chop across the bridge of the nose…the question caught him completely by surprise, forcing him to think…to put a name to his reasons…to give life to his excuse…to admit something that he didn't yet know if he could. "Wow…um…" He lifted his eyebrows while he pondered it…but he didn't want to think about it…his mind was numb to everything but the sight of her knee peeking out from beneath her skirt, and the innocent view of it. She was close…closer than should be considered safe…for him and her both and far too intelligent and curious for her own good. "You didn't ask for it…" He admitted. "But you needed it." His voice was quiet and even, smooth and liquid. It caused her belly to quiver.

"Thank you…" Nancy was sincere. "I will never be able to do anything that could… repay you for…your help." Her words were almost an admission of inadequacy. She splayed her hand on her leg, smoothing a wrinkle from her skirt.

He hadn't wanted payment, he hadn't needed acknowledgment. "You owe me nothing." Dave smiled nonchalantly and swirled the liquid around in his glass, staring at it. He lifted his eyes and found hers searching his. "I've never done anything in my life just because I had to."

His declaration was as believable as any could have been and Nancy doubted that anyone could have ever made Dave Batista do something he hadn't truly wanted to do. She smiled and nodded. "That's a relief…after all that talk of Eric's about paying penance, I may need more help yet." She took another sip of her wine, a careless dribble sliding down her chin and dripping down onto the skin between her breasts.

The sight of it was almost Dave's undoing and without hesitation, he reached out to brazenly catch the dribble between her breasts with his forefinger, tracing its trail upward past her collar bone and then curling his hand around the back of her neck. He leaned forward and placed his mouth on her chin, gently tasting the fallen wine with his tongue and then kissing a path up to her lips. He pulled his mouth away from hers but still held onto her neck with his hand, reluctant to let go of her. The look of shock in her light green eyes was quickly replaced with a look of need. Dave contemplated how much further he could safely go before he crossed a line where he could not stop.

Nancy's cheeks were aflame with the blush of need and her lips, bruised by his kiss, were tingling with a desire for more of the same, but letting him in even this far meant she might have to let him in all the way…she couldn't…she couldn't start something that she knew she would not finish…if they became anything more than what they had already dared to become, then she would have to tell him the truth…come clean about her past. She could not…no one wanted to be forever shackled to someone who was so terribly flawed. It was too risky, too dangerous…but it was what she wanted, what she had thought of, dreamed of…even so, he deserved better…his daughters deserved better. And if he knew, truly knew the dynamic of who she was…he would be disgusted that he had ever paid her any mind whatsoever. She stood and placed the wine glass on the coffee table, trying not to meet with his eyes. It was time for her to leave before things went any further.

He felt her hesitation and yet he couldn't let her leave, wouldn't let her leave, at least not until she knew…he knew, what this was…what it could, or wouldn't be. He stood with her, clasping her hand and turning her gently to face him. "I don't want you to leave." His eyes pierced her with a surety, and the words came out in a whisper before he could stop them. He had never in his life asked a woman to stay…they just always had, he realized. He'd never had to put forth so much effort with someone as he had with her, and yet he found it so easy and so rewarding…before it had always just been a swift shedding of clothing, a hard rutting and some meaningless, parting words. But he had never spoken words like these, never admitted he wanted someone. His hands came to rest against the sides of her face, his fingers curling around the back of her neck, and he brushed his lips across her brow, relishing the feel of her hands on his arms, the tranquil warmth of her.

"Stay…" A request? A command? She could not tell the difference as he spoke, his lips following the line of her jaw. "Don't leave." He was whispering in her ear, the heat from the front of his body, scorching her chest and belly. He searched her eyes and found the unspoken answer to his question…it was all he needed. His mouth crashed down on hers with gentle but unyielding insistence, tasting the sweetness he'd only sampled before. Dave felt her hands on his waist, her slender fingers clenching into the fabric of his shirt. He knew he could have cast care aside and taken her on the living room floor, but he would not. He pulled away again, noticing the glaze of desire that had pooled in her eyes, the swollen redness of her lips and the heated flush that had made its appearance on the satin skin of her chest.

Nancy could not deny what she wanted, what he was summoning forth in her…her betraying body had already begun to react, a tender throb pulsing at her core and her stomach clenching tightly, she stared up at him. She saw the look of hunger in his eyes, mixed with something else, something she did not know, and even as he pulled her hands from his waist and allowed them to fall by her sides she was too mesmerized by the sheer force of who he was, to do anything but submit. Dave placed the finger tips of his hand on her chest, then lightly and smoothly guided her backward, around the sofa, slowly. Nancy was at arms length, and yet it felt as if she were welded to his fingers. He continued walking her backwards, a smile of determination and desire on his face, his hand never leaving her chest.

Down the hall slowly, a swirl of dizziness around her…a wave of longing undulating from where his hand made contact, all the way to her femininity. Nancy had no desire to stop…to run…his sheer sexuality robbing her of the worries that had almost overtaken her mere moments ago, bringing her to a point where she could scarcely remember what had bothered her. Through the door of his bedroom all the while his fingertips, the only pressure that led her, and bathed in torchlight, she could see his face still…a wash of impassioned desire and animalistic authority. He continued advancing on her as if he had hunted her, caught her and was now bringing her home. His eyes never left her face, would not allow her to look away. Her heart was hammering so loudly, her pulse pounding in her ears…she was aching for more than just the touch of his fingertips.

Dave reached his foot out and kicked the door shut behind them without looking, his eyes still holding her captive, while he led her with only the merest coaxing of his fingertips, to where he would have her. Her back thumped gently against the tall post of the footboard, her hair brushing against the netting that was tied to it. He noticed that she turned nervously to look and see with what she had made contact and then turned back to him, somewhat like a confused deer caught in the headlights. The only illumination came from the torches outside of the window and yet it was enough for him to see her quite clearly. The light shimmered off of the amber in her curls and he reached out to take hold of her hair, regretting that it had been pulled earlier. Dave slid his fingers through the mass and then pushed the tresses over her shoulder, grazing her neck with his thumb as he did so.

Nancy shivered, her eyes never leaving his, afraid he might disappear if she dared to look away. He kissed her again, cajoling her lips to part, with the gentle prodding of his tongue. Her mouth was yielding to his in a way that he could not have thought would effect him, and her hands around his neck, fingers playing gently against his skin was causing the tightly strung chord of gentlemanly patience to snap. He backed away from her once more momentarily and she saw the ripple of muscles in the torch light as he shed the cumbersome shirt. She sucked in a breath at the sight of him, light and shadows playing across the muscularity of his upper body, reminding her of just how perfect, how masculine he truly was. Nancy dared to reach out and glide the fingertips of one hand across his massive chest and down his rigid abdomen. His body was a juxtaposition of soft skin over rock hard muscle. She could have stared at him in awe for an eternity, but looking…was not all she found she wanted.

He suppressed a growl when she touched him. He wanted to take her right then, the very moment when her curious hand had ventured out to explore his chest. She was heartlessly breaking him down and the beast was surfacing…but he would not ruin it by simple satiation…he needed and wanted more. Dave reached out, taking Nancy's hands in his and he lifted her arms in the air above her head, pressing his body in closely against hers. "Leave them." Was his whispered command for her to hold her arms up, as he grazed his hands over the flesh of her wrists and arms and down over her breasts, her slender torso and under the hem of her blouse. He slowly slid his hands back up the same way he'd gone down, only this time, the blouse came with them. He lifted it off of her bare shoulders and over her head and arms, tossing it aside.

Her breasts were bared to him but still he would not let her take her arms down. "Leave them." He said once more, gently, lacing his fingers through hers, still above her head and then pressing his body against hers again. His lips found her mouth and he probed inside slowly with his tongue, finding hers and yet not unaware of the hardness of her nipples as they grazed the skin of his torso. He held her there as he explored the skin behind her ear, his nostrils filling with that blessed scent of hers, laving her earlobe with his tongue until he felt her shiver. A soft throaty laugh escaped him and he lightly bit her earlobe, sucking it into his mouth. Dave heard her gasp, softly and felt the gentle rush of air on his neck, when her breath escaped her.

Nervousness had fled and was replaced by an intense longing for more than just his hands on hers and his mouth on her ear. Nancy could feel his heart beating against her chest. Dear God, she could not stop…would not stop. For her, the point of no return had passed long before they'd ventured into his room…against his bed. She let him loop her arms around his thick neck and she didn't stop him when his hands curved around her backside, lifting her off of the ground. Nancy wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, her eyes searching his eyes in the dim light. She touched his lower lip with hers, put her hands around the back of his neck, teasing him with her lips until she heard him groan and felt him seat her on the edge of his bed. He stayed between her thighs for a moment more, devouring the flesh of her neck and then he backed away, a look of sheer sexual resolve on his face.

Again he placed his fingertips on her chest. A gesture meant only to enforce the notion that she would be willing to let him have her, with just the mere touch of his fingers. He used those tender fingertips to push her gently backward onto the coverlet, still standing between her thighs. When her back made contact with the bedding, he allowed his hand to trail lazily down her skin, between the valley of her breasts and across the taught plane of her stomach to the barrier of her skirt, all the while taking in the smooth shine of her skin, illuminated by the torches shining in from the south side of the cabana. He had to control himself and quash the urge to shred the skirt from her body. There would be a time for that, he knew…but now was not that time.

Her breathing was ragged and uneven as she lay looking up at him, his gaze still imprisoning her, his forefinger gently dipping below the line of her waistband, setting the flesh on fire in its wake. She felt his finger glide across her belly just under the edge of the fabric. It was madness, the throbbing just below where his finger played, the pounding of her heart in her head, the sheer undeniable need to feel every inch of him inside of her…she almost screamed out in aggravation at his slow pursuit of her.

His finger grazed the hipbone that protruded slightly and he smiled, she was becoming flustered…he knew how she was effecting him and was pleased to see that he was not alone in his frustration. He slid a second finger below the band of her skirt and then curving his hand under her bottom, he lifted her up so that he could slide the skirt down over her hips, allowing his fingers to rake over the flesh of her thighs in the process. A soft almost inaudible sigh from her lips as he did so, caused his loin to jerk and he clenched his jaw. The skirt fell in a soft puddle to the floor, leaving her panties as the only barrier.

Dave unbuckled his pants and let them fall on top of the skirt and then he leaned downward over her, pressing his hands against the mattress on either side of her. He held her there with his gaze, even as her hand framed his face, seeking his mouth with hers. He looped her arms around his neck again and whispered. "Hold on to me." Then he pulled her with him to the center of the bed as he rose above her.

He tugged gently until her panties slid off and became a memory like the other fabric on the floor. He brought his mouth down to the flesh of her breast, as he cupped it and circled his tongue around her hardened nipple. She arched her back as a soft moan slipped past her lips. His hands melded the flesh of her breasts even as he fought to maintain control of the inner beast who was cursing him for his restraint.

She could barely breathe as her hands grasped the back of his neck…his mouth on her breasts…his breath scorching her skin. Nancy felt the pressure of his knee nudging her thighs apart, as he rose again above her, resting on his elbows. He had known her curves would fit perfectly beneath him and he didn't dare give her rest from his kiss. She could feel the tip of his hardened length pressed gently against the entrance to her femininity.

Dave felt the slight wetness against the head of his shaft and it was almost more than he could bear, holding himself off…but he would not take what she had not said he could have. Part of him wanted…needed to hear her say that this was what she wanted. He pressed his cock just slightly harder against her…not enough to enter…but enough to elicit a moan and the soft insistence of her hips lifting beneath him. "Ask me."

Another command, as he placed his hands on either side of her face, forcing her to look at him. "What?" She asked confused, breathlessly, almost in a whimper. He smiled. He would hear it or he would go no further. "Ask me." He demanded again, and at her uncertainty, he kissed her firmly, impatiently, and then staring at her again he spoke. "You wanted it when you were watching me in the rafters…" His voice was a deep rumbling whisper. "Say it."

She knew what he wanted to hear and the feel of him at the juncture of her thighs, so ready to slide inside of her and fulfill her was almost excruciating. "I wasn't watching you." She insisted the same way she had when he'd caught her watching countless nights ago, but the sharp nip of his teeth on her shoulder and the ever present pressure between her legs was winning out. "Ask me…say it." His voice, though little more than a broken whisper was deep, insistent, dangerous.

Her breath came in rapid bursts at the coaxing of his teeth scraping her neck again and with the knowledge that she would have to admit to him what she had not yet admitted to herself. "You…I wanted you." Her admission was a mere murmur. "…like this…this way." She said against the flesh of his neck. He entered her swiftly, sinking himself deep inside of her as he covered her mouth with his own, drowning out her cry of surprise. His body almost gave him release that very first forceful stroke and so he ceased, inside of her, feeling her hands on his shoulders, giving them both time to adjust.

Nancy ran her hands down his back, as the heat from his body, radiated against her flesh. She felt Dave move again, sliding himself almost out and then slowly back inside until he created a furious ache that she was sure might never stop. He moved inside of her slowly, deliberately, his hands against her face forcing her eyes to meet with his. He possessed her lips again, as her hips rocked against him with every purposeful stroke. Her lips spoke words that he could not understand and he found himself holding back words that the beast was prompting him to say.

Dave entwined his fingers with hers and slid her arms above her head, gently pinning them there as his strokes became faster and more urgent. He would not end it so quickly. He found himself sliding his hand between them, raising himself up to graze the flesh of her belly with heated fingers and then to caress her swollen essence as he ceased his stroke. He smiled when she murmured a curse, a whimper of abandonment…her back arching, gently forcing her hips against his softly moving fingers, even as he was still buried inside of her.

She was fairly writhing beneath him at his teasing, and so he pinned her arms yet again, sliding his hardened length deep into her center until he heard her moan again. His movements were swift and she fought to gain release. He could feel the impending orgasm building inside of her body, as her sheath tightened and her breathing became more erratic. He released her hands as the first wave overtook her. She cried out, her back arching sharply, her hands grasping at the sheets beneath them. He drove himself deeper into her, gritting his teeth with the effort to hold off his own release, but the steady convulsing of her moist, heated sheath around his shaft was more than he could tolerate and in two more hard thrusts, he exploded inside of her, his body shuddering with the force of it.

He lay there above her, inside of her…nestled between her thighs for long moments until his breathing calmed. He pressed his lips against her forehead…he felt the fine sheen of sweat…the evidence of their joining…the only barrier between their bodies. He could detect the faint haze of desire still clouding her eyes when he looked at her. He pressed his lips once more against the flesh of her cheek and then smiled against her skin. Dave knew that he didn't want to sleep alone…not tonight…not after this. "Don't go." He whispered and rubbed his thumbs against the side of her face. "Sleep." He kissed her eyelid, another command which she was only too happy to oblige.

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Hours later, he sat there in the chair, watching her sleep. Dave leaned back, conflicted in every part of his soul. He sighed heavily, seeing Nancy there in his bed sleeping soundly on her stomach with the covers jumbled about her waist…the wind through the open windows, sending her sparkling curls into a dance across the satin skin of her back. His heart telling him that he was safe to let her in, to give her access to the inner sanctum of his soul, his mind was reminding him that he was a fool, that he had no resolve, that he'd ruin her if he stayed his course. The animal…his body was telling him to ignore the other two and take her again.

He'd been drawn in by her unconditional friendship, her humor, her zest for life and attracted to her physically but he had never counted on this. When had she become an addiction? When had he determined that he couldn't do without her? He hadn't known when that way of thinking had begun…he had fought the temptation to extend his feelings a hundred times before with others and been successful. So, why now? He hadn't been able to put into words how he'd felt until earlier when he'd forced her to tell him. "…I wanted you, like this…this way." She'd said it, but it was how he'd felt. And now he was watching her stir lightly in her slumber as the wind blew her hair again across her back. It wasn't profound by any means, but it was her confession and his emotion… "like this…this way." He rose from the chair to return to the bed. He would have her again and to hell with what came tomorrow.

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It was some time in the middle of the night when through the fog of her sleep, she felt the gentle pressure of Dave's lips tracing a line up her spine, the persistent touch of his hand coaxing her thighs apart, His laugh at her groggy response and the soft whispered words in her ear as he slid himself inside of her again, to take her from behind.