A/N: Sorry for the long break between updates! I'm taking creative writing and I procrastinated on writing a fiction short story till the last minute. The irony is that while I put off writing the fiction for my class, I've been writing regularly on my fanfictions. Priorities, priorities…

Steph's POV

I lay hot and sweaty on the floor next to a hot and sweaty Lester. We hadn't even made it to the couch. My chest was heaving, trying to regain my breath though his had already returned to normal.

Damn his RangeMan endurance!

I had no idea one man could wear me out so completely. He had pushed my body beyond anything I thought I was capable of. My legs felt like jelly and my skin was flushed. I watched him jump up to his feet like he wasn't tired at all. He made me sick. We had run farther than my intended personal record of five miles. We ran eight miles, including one hill. He kept lying to me, "Just a few more steps, Steph!"

He is a twisted bastard.

Leaning over with his hands on his knees, he looked like he wanted to laugh at me still lying on the floor. I wished he would. Give me a reason to kick his legs out from under him for making me run so far. "You all right Beautiful? You look like you might pass out." I tried frowning at him but my muscles just wouldn't work. He lowered his hand down to me and I shook my head at him.

"Fine." I gasped. "Fine here."

He dared to laugh and I threw my leg out to kick him in the ankles and bring him down on his ass.

In theory.

What really happened was my face screwed up tight in concentration and effort. My feet twitched a little and lie still again.

"We need to get to work, Beautiful. Let's get you in the shower." I should have been scared of showering with Lester. Despite our outdoor encounter, he had never seen me naked, and he in his little red underwear was as close as I'd come to seeing the whole Santos package. I wasn't scared though, because I actually might need a little help showering at this point, and I definitely didn't have enough energy for shower sex.

He picked me up off the floor bride-style and carried me into the bathroom. He propped me up against one of the walls long enough to shed his clothing and the sight of him standing in front of me in all his naked glory was enough to buckle my knees. I started sliding down the wall right before he caught me.

My breath caught when I felt him pressing against me. He leaned me on the wall again, using his hips…his naked hips to pin me up. He placed his hands on my hips and ran them up my body, dragging my shirt up with them. He threw it to the floor and eyed my sports bra. He smoothed his hands on my rib cage just under my breasts and drew circles with his thumbs under the seam of my bra. I found the energy to lift my arms over my head for him and as he pulled the bra off to expose my breasts he ran his hands up my arms. He threw the bra to the ground with my shirt but kept his hand locked with mine over my head. His chest brushed against mine and I wondered if he could feel my heart pounding, like it was trying to break out. He just looked at me for a long moment before brushing his lips against mine in a whisper of a kiss. He ran his face along my throat , laying more feather-light kisses against my sensitive skin. He ran his hands back down my arms to cup my breasts in his hands. I started to lower my arms and he shook his head at me. I raised them back over my head. He continued his light kisses and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my running shorts. He lowered them to the ground and I stepped out of them, leaving me in just my panties with my arms over my head. he stepped back and moved his eyes over my naked body.

"Fuck, Stephanie, you're so beautiful." I saw his impressive length twitch in approval. He stepped between my legs again and ripped my panties off me as he lowered his mouth to mine and flicked his tongue over my lips. The kiss became heated as he walked us into the shower. He adjusted the water temperature until it was steaming but not quite scalding hot. It was perfect. My legs were still weak so Lester continued to hold me up as he grabbed my loofah and shower gel. He squeezed out some of the Vanilla Amber scented gel onto the sponge and moved it over my collar bone and down my arm. He ran it down my side and over each breast, adjusting me in his arms as he switched from one side to the other. As he adjusted, his dick brushed against me in just the right way to elicit a moan.

He reached behind me to wash my back and buttocks. He smoothed the body wash over my stomach and down to my doodah. He was so careful and gentle of me and it felt so good to have someone caring for me this way. We moved further under the spray to get our hair wet and I squeezed some shampoo in my hair, then his, as he bent down to wash each of my legs. He started at my feet, kissing the backs of my knees as he washed. He moved up, the sponge following the trail of his mouth. I rinsed my hair and applied conditioner while he washed my calves, massaging my tired muscles, all the while kissing and lightly nipping my thighs. I bent back under the stream to rinse the conditioner out and he started working on washing my thighs. His hands massaged from the outside, in, and with my head back and my eyes shut I felt his hot mouth close over me. I threw out my arms to brace myself against the walls of the shower and Lester moved his hands from thighs to hips to steady me. I looked down at him to see him looking back at me, the gleam in his eyes mischievous, wicked and lustful. He saw that I was steady and lifted my left leg onto his shoulder to give him better access. He made long strokes with his tongue, stopping just short of my clit. After this morning I just didn't think I could take any more teasing and my hips bucked against his mouth and he nipped at that most sensitive spot. He delved into me with his tongue and I cried out. It echoed in the shower so it sounded like my moan was loud and continuous. "You taste so good." He growled out. His voice vibrated against my skin, making me shiver.

He sucked on my pleasure center, sending wild shocks from my body outward. I moved one of my hands from the wall to his hair, running my fingers through it as he gave me this great pleasure I had received only from him. Morelli had tried this before several times and very unsuccessfully. Only Ranger had ever made me feel like this before. It wasn't going to take me long to reach my climax. It had been so long since I'd been with anyone and this morning almost sent me over the edge. I was brought back to that cliff, about to spill over and though Lester was the one making me feel so fucking good, I couldn't help think of Ranger and wish it were him. I was still mad, pissed, irate at him but my lust felt a misguided and misdirected. I was brought back to the present by two fingers entering me and flicking against my g-spot. Lester continued to lick and suck and drive me absolutely wild. I screamed out his name as the orgasm crashed into me like a tidal wave, sending my hips bucking and my legs shaking again. Lester lowered my foot to the floor of the shower and stood.

The mind blowing orgasm had given me a second wind and I moved to kiss Lester and tell him I was ready for him to take me. But what I saw first was that any visible sign of excitement on his part was diminished. I drew my gaze up to his face and saw that he looked disappointed and...hurt? What the hell happened?

He looked down at my shaky legs and picked me up again. He carried me to my bedroom and set me down on top of the covers. He left me and headed back to the bathroom.

I sat on my bed, in the dark, alone. This was certainly not how I saw my day going. Just what had changed in that moment? I guessed he was having second thoughts. Maybe he thought Ranger would be pissed if he went through with it. Maybe he was planning to not do it all along and that was...what?...a pity orgasm? I covered up with the blankets, suddenly feeling dirty.

Lester stepped back into my bedroom and sat down on the bed next to me. "It's still early Stephanie. I know you're tired though, so why don't you take a short nap, and I'll be back at three o'clock to chase skips with you."

Obviously he wasn't going to bring up what just happened between us, so for once I decided to be direct.

"We're not having sex, are we?"

He shook his head, still looking disappointed. He kissed me on the cheek, stood up and moved to the door. But I wasn't finished. For once, I wish I could just shut my mouth. Sometimes it really is better NOT to know. Ignorance is bliss and whatnot.

"Why not?" I tried not to sound frustrated and failed miserably.

"When I brought you screaming in the shower?" He was asking if I remembered. Of course I did! It was only a minute ago. I nodded to let him know I was following. "You screamed, 'Ranger!'" He shook his head in disbelief and walked out of my bedroom.

Well shit.

A/N dos: I don't mean any harm to Lester. Obviously I'm pretty fond of him but this is a Babe HEA...Lester will probably meet someone but Steph just isn't the girl for him