**This one is a bit M-ish, by-pass if you are under age**

S2 E4 - The Kiss

Part 1 of 4

Way down the beach, almost out of sight from his little house, there is something on the sand. It's hard to make out but the top part of it is a patch of red and a slightly larger patch of white. The white seems to be criss-crossed over the red and the white to bound up in a slim dark band. The bottom part is a jumble of darker colours. It seems to be one piece, whatever it is.

The object is very still but then the top bit parts briefly then reconnects. If you didn't know better, you might think it was two people wrapped tightly together… but that can't be. Not on THIS beach. He would never allow it!

Moments earlier

His mad blood lust flares to pure lust as soon as his hand closes over her arm and he swings her towards himself in a spray of sea-water and her thrilling laughter. Her laughter dies the instant she sees his face and he is gratified to see it.

It means she sees it… the hunger… the fierce hunger… and the savage victory of having caught her at last! Before he realizes it and before she can defend herself, he pulls her in for a crushing kiss that he will deny to his dying day that was even in his lexicon of moves.

He has no time for surprise as her arms are up and around him like snakes and she is kissing him back just as hard. They stand there in the surf, two famished animals feasting on each other. His hands are on her back, clenched tight and unyielding. She thrusts one thigh between his, knocking him a bit off balance and he has to grip her tightly to stay upright. But it feels so good! He drops one hand to the swell of her backside and pulls her tightly into his hips. His fingertips brush the incredible silkiness of her skin just below her shorts… Oh, those shorts! His heart rate speeds up once more.

She is pushing him, he is backing up, slowly, step by step. They force themselves up and out of the surf. He falls to his knees as soon as he feels firm sand beneath them, pulling her down. His knees are spread to give him firm control and she folds herself between his thighs, pressing up urgently into the secret hollow of his body uncharted for these many years. He presses back with power and grace. Their arms are wrapped tight around each other and they are still kissing. Have they taken a single breath? Lovers can hold their breath for a long time, it seems.

They break for air now… rough gasping breaths before diving back to full osculatory attack.

Now her hands are pressed tight against his chest, fingers nimble and quick, and he feels hot little embers groping his skin, his private skin. The sensation is so wonderful that he yanks off his tie in one move and she has his shirt fully open before the tie hits the sand. Her head ducks down quick as anything and her mouth is on him. His head snaps back and he utters a completely foreign sound high and thin to the watching sky above. She smiles against him as he repeats the sound helplessly.

Right! Get down to business, Poole! he thinks in sudden fury. He ducks his head back down and fastens his teeth onto her shoulder. Now it is her turn to wail but she is quick! Her hands flash over him; one has a mighty grip across his back and on his right shoulder, the other has dived down between them. He can't help the ragged gasp that tears out of him as he struggles to get control of her. He's the male! HE should be the one in control! But, no, her hands and her mouth have total possession of him. He wrestles with her briefly then eases off and brings both his hands up to cup her face most tenderly, gently pulling her head up off his chest and holds her for a different kind of kiss; a deeper kinder questioning kiss.

If she wants him that badly then who is he to say no?

END – part 1