—Lonely Nights—

Tim slipped down onto the couch, pulling Jill's feet into his lap. She was laid down on the couch, a psychology book held in front of her face as she stared at the page with a frown.

They had gotten home from the hotel in the early afternoon and ever since their conversation from the previous night as well as what had followed had been replaying in her brain. Five times a week. There was no way they could keep that up, she was sure of it, although they had gotten a head start with their two times the previous night. It had been fun. It could have all lasted a bit longer but she figured they could work on that over the course of the week.

She laid her psych book down on her chest and looked up at him, noticing the grin on his face. ''What are you up to?'' She asked. She could only imagine it had something to do with the promise he had made as she hadn't seen him this excited in weeks.

''Nothing,'' he said innocently, massaging her feet. ''Just looking forward to night two of our... experiment.'' It was the best way he knew how to phrase it. It hadn't been a promise he had made lightly, he knew how important this was for Jill and the last thing he wanted was to make her wait another month again for their next time.

''Night two?'' She asked. Sure, it would be a lot more fun than some last minute cramming for her exam late into the night, but she simply didn't have the time.

''Well, we can't really afford to be skipping nights,'' Tim said, he could see that she didn't quite follow. ''Five nights a week, that's... a lot of nights,'' he said. Though they hadn't discussed it anymore he could not believe she had forgotten what had transpired the night before.

''Five nights?'' Jill asked as a frown crossed her face, wondering what he was going on about. ''Five times,'' she corrected him.

''The article said five nights,'' Tim said, wondering if it wouldn't be easier to just stick to five times as she seemed to believe.

Realization sunk in, he was right. And she knew that he could see on her face that he was right. He wiggled his eyebrows and it made her laugh, it quickly fading as she realized she had to disappoint him. ''I'm sorry, honey,'' she said, sitting up a bit more, ''I've got an exam tomorrow morning, I have to study.'' After missing the previous night she had to double up her amount of work today and she felt bad. She had been the one to push him into this promise and couldn't believe she was now the one to break it.

Tim's face dropped. He understood, he really did, but he had been working himself up all day after suppressing his urges for a month so he could focus on work. He had actually looked forward to tonight. ''Okay,'' he said, pulling away a bit.

''I'm sorry,'' she said, scooting a bit closer and pulling him in for a kiss. She mirrored him, leaning her head to one side and then the other one before finally kissing him more deeply. It brought back the memory of their first kiss many years ago. Looking at him now she still felt the same flutter in her stomach she had felt back then. Especially now. Now that she didn't feel so disconnected from him anymore.

It was late. Jill didn't know how late but the sun had set hours ago and her brain was fried from studying for hours. She closed her and Tim's bedroom door, surprised that he wasn't in bed. Her baby pink bathrobe was hanging on the on suite bathroom door, on the other side she could hear the shower running and she walked in.

Tim's outline behind the shower curtain didn't surprise her and she was about to make her presence known before she was stopped in her tracks.

She could see his hand leaning against the tile wall, the only part of him that was more than just a dark shadow behind the curtain. Still, there was enough light that she could see exactly what he was doing. Slightly hunched over, chin to his chest, undoubtedly his eyes were closed. His arm was moving back and forth, his hand-

Jill looked away, unsure of what she should do. Part of her was telling her to go back into her bedroom and lie down to sleep, ignoring this. But she was intrigued and after a second she looked back at him. Sure she had seen him do this before. She had seen him do a lot of things before and he wasn't too shy to put on a little show for her if she wanted him to, but he had always known that she was watching him.

There were some groans coming from him and it brought back memories of the night before as well as many other intimate moments and she wished more than ever that she didn't have to study that night. That she didn't have to reject Tim earlier in the day when he had brought it up. That she could join him in the shower or simply wait for him in the bedroom and keep up her part of the deal. And that's exactly what she would have done if she didn't have to get up early for her exam.

Jill could hear Tim moan her name and smiled, glad that despite everything she was still at the forefront of his mind during moments like this. The faucet turned off and she hurried back into their bedroom, pretending that she had just walked in when he came in wearing just a towel not a minute later.

Tim looked at her suspiciously, ''Did you just get in?'' He asked before glancing back at the bathroom.

''Just,'' she said. She took the few steps towards him, kissing him deeply, not caring that his wet chest hair was dripping down the front of her shirt. She ran her fingers through his hair, feeling his arms around her waist.

He quickly changed into some boxer shorts and a tank top before slipping between the cold covers, his eyes following Jill's every move. ''All ready for tomorrow?'' He asked, slipping his watch off his wrist and dropping it on the nightstand.

''All ready,'' Jill said, unbuttoning her cardigan and dropping it in the dirty clothes hamper. Her shirt followed and she could see Tim staring at her bra-clad chest. She reached behind her and unclasped it, letting it fall down her arms. It wasn't the order in which she usually got undressed but she couldn't imagine Tim would mind that very much.

Tim's gaze remained surprisingly focused as she kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her pants, letting them fall down her long legs and to the floor before turning her back to Tim and bending over to pick them up. A turned on grunt was his only response. Her panties weren't much to write home about but Tim hadn't been this fascinated by something since he had first gotten the engine in his 1934 Ford Roadster to work. Great car. A frame with curves in all the right places, the perfect green varnish, cream coloured leather seats, the purring of the engine... He grunted at the memory. His dream car, come to life. In his own garage.

But Jill... his dream girl, standing in his bedroom, naked. He watched her brush her hair, appreciating her figure in the faint light coming from the lamp on his bedside table.

Jill took her time before finally putting on some pyjamas and slipping in bed behind Tim, snuggling into his back. Her face was buried between his shoulder blades and she breathed in his scent. Just like everything else about Tim so very masculine. Both turning her on and calming her down.

She wrapped her arm around him and couldn't resist the temptation to move her hand down, grazing it across the front of his boxers. Not hard but still chubby. Perfect.