A/N: Beware of certain adult situations. Enjoy!

They took John's car. He didn't say where they were going and Elizabeth didn't ask. They sat in silence, he concentrated on the street and she was curled up in his jacket on the passenger's side. After half an hour they reached the air field and she somehow wasn't surprised that she found herself there.

She followed him across the area and watched him open the roller shutter of the first hangar. He led her inside and it took a few moments until the great hall was illuminated. There were two small planes in the back and he went over to the second one on the left side of the hall.

He rounded the plane and disappeared behind it. Elizabeth looked at the plane. It was white and had a washed out name on the side. 'Freedom'. She traced the letters with her fingers. John came back with a can of paint and brushes.

"You take this side and I take the other one" he said. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at him.

"We're painting?"

"The writing is a bit washed out. I wanted to do this for ages, but never had the time. I'm afraid I don't have an overall lying around. Just close the jacket and try not to ruin your dress" he said and opened the can. Elizabeth closed the buttons of his jacket and watched him choose the right brush. "Just repaint the letters; I'll be on the other side if there's a problem, ok?"

"Ok" she said and took the brush from him.

"Ok" he said and disappeared behind the plane again. Elizabeth started retracing the 'F' with the black paint. There was no talking; she could only hear an occasional rustling coming from the other side. She thought about the fact that she was painting a plane at the moment, but soon came to the conclusion that it was definitely more fun than the party. And the fact that John was on the other side of the plane didn't bother her either. "How are you doing?" he asked after a while.

"Good, I think. Just finished the 'R'" she said and bent down to dip her brush into the paint. A stray curl fell into her face and she wiped it away with the back of her free hand. She groaned when she felt something cold and smeary on her cheek. She looked back at her hand and saw it glistening with black. "How the hell..." she started and looked around to find the source where she could have come in contact with the paint.

"Everything ok?" John asked.

"Yeah" she said and put her brush down to rub at her cheek. "Just a question. Is this paint waterproof?"

"I hope so otherwise I'll have to repaint it again after the next washing"

"This is just great" she mumbled and looked down at herself. She had tried to avoid spilling the paint onto his jacket and her dress and now she had it all over her face. "I might need a cloth and turpentine"

"Your dress?" he asked and she could hear footsteps.

"Worse"

"Don't worry about the jacket. I have enough of them" he said and his voice sounded farther away.

"Much worse" she said and waited until he rounded the corner. She could see that he was struggling to suppress a grin. "Whatever you want to say, don't" she said dangerously when he came over to her. He handed her a wet cloth and she started rubbing her cheek.

"Black suits you" he said in a serious tone, but his eyes gave him away. She threw the cloth back at him and he laughed. "Let me have a look" he then said and pointed to her cheek. She nodded slowly and he started wiping her cheek softly. He then put his hand under her chin to turn her head to the side. Elizabeth's eyes involuntarily slipped closed. She felt a tingle where he was touching her. "That's pretty persistent paint" he mumbled.

"Just tell me it won't stay forever"

"You'll probably need a skin transplant, but no, it won't stay forever" he said and she laughed. "A couple of showers and soap will also work I guess" he said and withdrew his hand from her cheek. Elizabeth looked at him.

"Thank you"

"Anytime" he said and held her gaze. Elizabeth felt a familiar flutter in her stomach when she realized how close he was standing to her. She studied his face, his lines, his eyes and she could tell that he did the same. She was about to take a step back when he leaned forward and kissed her. She was trapped between the feeling of his lips against hers and the hurt that swept all over her body. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away slightly.

"Don't" she breathed and wanted to take a step back, but he caught her wrist. "Let me go, John" she said quietly and looked at him. Instead of letting her go he leaned in and kissed her again. Elizabeth struggled to respond at first, but then she surrendered. She clutched the front of his shirt and pulled him closer. His tongue slid over her lips and she let him in eagerly. She moaned in the back of her throat when he tasted her hungrily.

He peeled her out of his jacket and she had to step over it when he slowly walked her backwards. He broke their kiss and looked at her, breathing hard. There was a question in his eyes and she answered it by pulling him down for another kiss. Elizabeth hit the half open roller shutter with her back. There was no turning back from this now.

John's hands wandered down on the sides of her legs and moved upwards again, taking the silky material of her green dress with them. He then lifted her left leg to his hip and pressed her even closer against the gate. She moaned at the feel of his rather prominent erection between her legs. No, there was absolutely no turning back.

He hooked his fingers behind the waistband of her panties on either side and slowly stripped them down. His mouth left hers and allowed her to breathe. The pushed up material of her dress fell down again when he stripped down her panties altogether. He looked up at her from below and his hands found the sides of her legs again. He slowly pushed her dress back upwards and Elizabeth hit the wall with the back of her head.

She could feel his hot mouth on her left knee, slowly traveling upwards along her inner thigh. She moaned when he came dangerously close to the wetness between her legs. John repeated the motion on her other leg, licking and kissing from her knee upwards along her inner thigh, but never moving higher. He stood up again and captured her mouth in another fierce kiss, his hands on her hips, keeping her dress from falling down again.

Elizabeth concentrated on her hands and found the belt of his pants. He moaned into her mouth when she finally managed to open it along with the button of his pants. They pulled apart for air and she shoved down his pants, taking his boxers with them.

He lifted her leg again to his side and pushed into her in one swift motion. Elizabeth gasped at the sudden feeling and took hold of his shoulders. She captured his lips in another kiss, but had to pull away when he started moving slowly. He rested his forehead against hers and held her gaze with his. His eyes were dark with desire and lust and she knew that it was mirrored in her own eyes.

His slow thrusts soon became faster and harder and Elizabeth's breathing became more ragged with each passing moment. She was glad that he had her still pinned against the wall. She wasn't sure if her leg would carry her now. She pressed her other leg tighter against his side and they both moaned at the added pressure. She had to rest her head against the wall at the building climax.

There was a change in John's rhythm, it was slower, but deeper and Elizabeth felt her orgasm tear at her insides. She dug her nails into his still shirt-covered back and clenched down onto him when she came with a loud moan. He buried his face in her neck and thrust into her a few more times before he reached his own climax. He shuddered in her arms and she could feel his hot breath in her neck. They stayed in that position for a few more minutes to let their heartbeats return to normal before he pulled out and away from her.

Elizabeth pushed herself away from the wall and took a few steps away from him. She took a deep breath to calm herself. She hadn't intended to do that. She hadn't intended to ever have sex with him again.

"Elizabeth"

"Don't" she said firmly and raised a hand to silence him. "Just don't" she said and closed her eyes. She could hear him getting back into his pants and buckle his belt. She then felt his eyes on her.

"Elizabeth" he said again.

"John, please, don't. Give me a minute, ok?" she said and looked at him. He nodded slightly. She ran a hand through her slightly damp curls and sighed. "I continued to live my life without you. I was fine, I really was. I didn't even think about you and now this" she said exasperated. "Why are you doing this? Why has everything to be so irrational and impulsive with you? Why can you hurt me and I still do this? Why am I doing this?" she said and she felt tears prickle in her eyes. "Why are you still haunting me? Why can't I forget you? Why are you doing this to me?" she asked loudly and the tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Elizabeth, stop that" he said quietly, but she shook her head frantically.

"No. I need you to answer me those questions. I need answers to those damn questions, because I don't have them" she said and more tears streamed down her cheeks. She put a hand over her mouth to keep herself from sobbing. John strode over to her and pulled her into a tight hug. She tried to struggle free, but his grip was too firm.

"I'm sorry" he whispered into her hair. Elizabeth cried even harder into his neck and clutched his shirt tightly. He rubbed his hand softly over her back. "I didn't want to hurt you again" he said quietly and rested his cheek on her hair. Elizabeth tried to will her tears away, but the more she tried the more tears streamed down her cheeks. She felt as though she had been ripped from her warm and comfortable surrounding and thrown into ice water that was preventing her from breathing. She pulled away slightly and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. John loosened his hold on her, but she didn't step away from him.

"You didn't hurt me again" she said and closed her eyes. She could have made him stop when he'd kissed her, but she hadn't. She had wanted it. She had to be honest with herself.

"I forced you" he said and she opened her eyes to look at him.

"You didn't force me, John. I wish you would have, because that would make everything easier. But I wanted it and I have to figure out what that means" she said and took a step back. He sighed and also took a step back and then turned around to pick up his jacket. He also fished her panties from the floor and came back to her. She felt her cheeks burn slightly when he handed her the panties back and then helped her to pull his jacket back on. "I should go" she then said more firmly than she had intended. She brought more distance between them.

"Ok, come on" he said, but she shook her head.

"No, I'll take a cab" she said and he sighed.

"Elizabeth"

"No" she said more sternly and retreated further backwards to the exit. Getting back into a car with him wasn't a good idea. She could see that he was hurt, but she couldn't care about that at the moment. She needed to sort things out alone.