A/N: Sorry it took a few days to get this out. Real life leaves me with little time to write... which is perhaps why I don't do it very often… ponder…

Enjoy.


Jordan's head spun and her heart thumped in her chest in a manner similar to when she had had too much to drink. Yet the only alcohol she's consumed that evening was the tiny sip of moonshine. Indeed, if she were drunk on anything it would have to have been Woody's kisses. The feeling of his lips caressing hers, his tongue leisurely exploring her mouth gave her a heady sensation that no amount of liqueur had yet to achieve.

Woody's lips traveled across her cheek to her earlobe, which he took into his mouth, nibbling ever-so-gently, while his hands played with the curls of her hair. A low moan escaped from the back of her throat and she began to wonder why on God's good earth they had never done this before.

Of course, she had had a small sampling of this, several years ago, sitting next to him on the desert floor while the setting sun painted the sky brilliant hues. That "one for the road" had been achingly sweet – not to mention painfully short. It had been enough to give Jordan an inkling of what kind of talents Woody possessed, but now… Now, she was beginning to understand how Woody had described their first kiss as the kind he'd give his grandmother.

Hell, if this is what he's capable of, maybe he was telling the truth.


Woody moved his kisses slowly down her neck, pausing at the hollow just above her collar bone when he heard her slow intake of breath.

That's two, he noted to himself, determined to find all of the areas of Jordan's body that would induce the most pleasure for her. He kissed the spot, then took his teeth to her collar bone lightly as he slowly slipped her cardigan off her shoulder. He placed a soft kiss on the warm spot where it had been.

It was then that Jordan took over, turning toward his neck. He could feel the warmth of her mouth on him as his eyes slid closed, delighting in the moment.

It was going to happen, after all of these years dancing around each other, as if they were partners in some absurd tango. When one took a step forward the other would respond by taking a step backwards, all the while passion burning in their eyes. There was no masking the attraction between them, it was as plain as the day is long, both to the observers of their dance, as well as to themselves… But still, the music had played on, and they had continued the dance, pushing, pulling – and now, finally, falling into each other's arms.

As Jordan's kisses progressed to the soft spot just behind his ear, he gave a sigh of pleasure and opened his eyes. It took him a second to register what he could see above her shoulder.

"Jor," he said, his voice coming out jagged.

"Mmmm… Woody," Jordan murmured against the heat of his skin. The heat of her breath falling on his earlobe caused his breath to catch in his chest. He struggled for control.

"No, Jo," he mumbled as she nipped at his ear. "Door," her lips moved downward again, "open," he managed to get out.

"Hmm?" Jordan hummed against him, apparently not realizing what Woody was trying to tell her.

"Jordan," he said, gathering all of the self-control he could muster, "the door- to our room – it's wide open."

She paused her workings on his neck and looked up at him. Woody nudged his head in the direction of the doorway, her eyes following. Her mouth fell down in a silent "oh" when she finally saw what he had been saying.

"So unless you want to charge anyone who happens to walk by here for a show, then we should probably…" he let the rest of his words trail off.


"Oh, I must have left it…" she started, as she untangled their limbs from one another. "Let me just…" she stood and moved toward the doorway. She took a hold of the doorknob and turned, holding it behind her back, as she walked into the room, pulling the door shut silently behind her.

She glanced down at Woody, who had sat up on the bed and was pulling off his boots, while keeping his eyes on her. His skin was flushed; the hunger in his features was obvious. His voice was slow and deep as it reached her. "Jo, maybe we should…" he hesitated, "stop and talk about this."

Jordan removed her hands from the doorknob and smiled like the cat that just ate the canary. She flicked off the light switch, plunging the room into semi-darkness, shadows flickering on the walls from the light of the moon and the oil lamp that still burned on the bedside table.

"No, no more talking, Woods," her voice seductive as she slowly walked back to the bed. "We've talked for years," her hands unbuttoned her cardigan, then she dropped her arms and let it fall to the floor behind her. She crawled on the bed again, kicking off her sherpa boots as she went.

Jordan reached out for his waist, brushing her fingers across his skin briefly and then took the hem of his shirt in her hands. He allowed her to pull it over his head revealing his muscular arms and shoulders.

"No, no more talking," she repeated, "it's time to round some bases."

He chuckled at her use of the phrase he'd use on her in the past. "I thought you didn't like sports analogies when it comes to sex stuff, Jor," he teased while she bent over to kiss his shoulder. "I remember hearing something about your dad, sports and turn-offs," he whispered, leaning into her and capturing her lips in his.

"Under normal circumstances, it is," she whispered as she let her hands wander to the back of his head, her fingers playing gently in his hair. "But right now," she paused as she moved her hands back down his back, grabbed his tank top, and pulled it deftly over his head, "I think it would take you dumping me in a snowdrift out front to cool me down."

He pulled back slightly, kinking his eyebrow up in his patented Woody way, and paused as if to consider it. "Tempting," he finally retorted, "but I don't thin that either of us should be going anywhere right about now."

Jordan smiled a crooked smile and trailed her hands ever-so-slowly down the firm muscles of his chest and abdomen, not stopping until her hand had reached his groin, finding proof of what he'd just said.

"You know, Woody," she said, placing an extra emphasis on his name, "I think you're right." With a small movement of her head she tossed her hair over her shoulder, and then slowly raised her arms above her head in a silent invitation to him.


A/N: So the sherpa boots came off... along with a few other things. The real fun will begin next chapter.