This is the 2nd part of the Flashback, remember she asked him out to dinner? This is what happened. I hope you enjoy.

I´ll be away next week for a business trip for a few days, no way to upload. So I might spoil you this weekend with a bit more. Only if you want to of course. Unfortunately I can´t reply to the wonderful reviews I got. Just note that I really, really appreciate them, every single one of them. Thank you so much!

As usual, not owning anything!

When it knocked on the door of my small one bedroom apartment the next evening, I nervously checked myself in the mirror again. I was looking good, feminine. Instead of my camouflage I wore a dark blue dress, ending shortly above my knee, high heels and my hair was curling around my shoulders. The small golden necklace that my mom had given me was the only jewellery. I drew in a deep breath, trying to calm down my beating heart.

I turned to the door, swallowing quickly and then opening it. There he was, wearing black suit pants and a white button down shirt. He was sexy but what caught my eyes immediately was his cocky grin and the way he leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Hi." I said, clearing my throat when I heard my voice being husky and a tad too low.

"Hi, you´re beautiful." I melted. I literally melted inside hearing his voice and feeling his eyes on me, taking in my whole form. I could tell that he liked the dress and I was glad I chose this. I didn´t get the chance to wear dresses often, so whenever I was able to, I did. And this was the perfect moment to wear it and feel all feminine and sexy. For him.

He leaned closer and gently kissed me. He tasted like Steve, just as I remembered our kisses last night. Strong, masculine and purely him. My hand came up and caressed his cheek, our eyes locked and our faced just inches from each other.

"Ready?" he asked and for a second I thought about pulling him back in and having my way with him. I knew I didn´t say it out loud, but his grin turned into one full of male pride and arrogance as if he had read my thoughts. I didn´t trust my own voice so I just nodded, closed the door and let him lead me to his car. I loved the way his hand felt on my lower back, protective but yet possessive.

We drove to a little restaurant halfway to San Diego. It was a cosy, small restaurant, famos for it´s cuisine and great wines. We were guided to place outside on the terrasse, overlooking the ocean. The terrasse was surrounded by hundreds of exotic flowers, that made the warm breeze heavy scented. I wouldn´t admit it to him but I felt blissfully happy right now. I loved this place, the wine was light but full of bouquet and the company was... amazing. It was just perfect.

"So, tell me something about you Catherine Rollins." Steve asked and leaned back in his chair a little bit.

"Well, there isn´t actually much to say. I´ve been in the Navy for 2 years now and …." I started, but stopped immediately when Steve placed his hand above mine.

"Not your rank or your job, Cat. I want to get to know you." he smiled and I forgot what I was about to say.

"Me?"

"Yes, you. I see a beautiful woman with dark, expressive eyes, a wonderful smile and a strong and independent way to carry herself. But I want to know more." his voice was low and sensual and I took another sip of my wine to calm my furious heartbeat.

"Okay... let´s see... I hate getting up early. I hate to be late or to not be able to keep a promise. I hate onions, garlic and I absolute love a good glass of Shiraz." I laughed at him.

"Your turn."

"I don´t mind getting up early. I never promise anything unless I know I can keep it. I love garlic and beer and Football and I don´t mind a glass of Shiraz, but only when I´m in such great company." I felt the heat in my face.

Before I could think of a reply our dinner was served. It was delicious and the company was awesome. We laughed a lot and I felt really comfortable and relaxed with him. Sure we were flirting, but it seemed only natural. And that was a new feeling for me. Usually I stayed away from any kind of distraction, my last relationship ended months ago, because he couldn´t deal with me being gone for so long. After that I decided not to get involved with someone, I wasn´t ready to risk my heart again.

After dinner we went for a walk. Hand in hand. I watched him from the side whenever I talked to him and we discovered similarities as well as differences. Both being in the Navy definitely was a strong similarity. I didn´t have to explain things to him. And I knew not to ask any questions about his job.

Time flew and we finally decided to drive back. Steve drove slowly, following the road along the coast. It was a beautiful night and I enjoyed the time with him a lot. It was funny, but I completely forgot that we had just met. We were so comfortable with each other as if we had known one another for years.

He hadn´t kissed me since he had picked me up and when he stopped in front of my small apartment, I was nearly bursting. I wanted to feel his lips on mine again. He turned off the engine and looked at me.

"I really enjoyed this evening." I said and he smiled at me, framed my face in his hands and pulled me closer while he leaned in. Our lips met and it was tender and caring, but you could feel the underlying hunger. It was as if we both had been waiting for this moment, as if the whole evening had been some kind of foreplay that would finally lead us here. I deepened the kiss, touching his tongue with mine.

I leaned closer to him, but it wasn´t enough. I wanted to feel him. We only broke the kiss for the lack of air, still staying close to each other.

"You know, there is one thing I don´t know about you yet and this is quiet essential." I whispered, my hands gently stroking his chest and marvelling in the play of his muscles under my hands.

"What is that?" he murmured, burying his hands in my hair and pulling me closer to kiss me with so much passion and hunger, that I whimpered with need. It took me some minutes to remember what I had said.

"How do you like your coffee in the morning?" This time I kissed him and the want in his kiss was evident.

"Hot, black and strong." he murmured and I moaned.

When I woke up the next morning, feeling deliciously sore and relaxed, I reached out but only found the sheets cold and empty. I opened my eyes, but I already knew that he was gone. I sat up, hugging the sheets to my naked form and sighed. I had hoped he would stay for breakfast. I had hoped... I don´t know what I had hoped, and it didn´t really matter. It was probably the best and he had only made it easier for both of us, when he left without waking me up.

I sank back, curling myself under the sheets. The pillow still held a faint scent of him and I hugged it to me. Thinking back about the last night made me smile, despite the regret that I felt. We were all over each other, right from the moment the door closed behind us. The gentle kisses turned into hungry, feverish and passionate ones, his hands all over me, his body pressed against mine.

We were naked before we reached my bed and when I first felt his skin on mine, I felt my desire spiral out of control. I wanted this man so badly and his touches showed me that he felt the same. When we lay down on my bed, facing each other, kissing each other and touching each other, the look in his eyes made me tremble. He touched me in a way that left me shaking inside. When his lips found the sensitive spot on my neck, I moaned and shifted slightly to give him better access. When his lips closed around my hard nipple, I gasped and arched into his touch. And when his hand slipped between my thighs and caressed my core, I was burning with need.

He stroked me in a slow, sensual and soft rhythm, until my body arched against him, my fingernails dug into his shoulders and my head fell back. I closed my eyes, unable to take this sweet torture any longer. I wanted him badly and he knew it, but he didn´t plan on letting me have him yet. His touches grew more urgent, more demanding, more giving and all I could do was hold onto him. I felt myself moan, writhe and tremble, like I was dancing along the edge the whole time. He played my body like an instrument, knowing how to give me intense pleasure and to make me want more. Whenever I thought I couldn´t take any more, he proved me wrong.

"Steve... please..." I didn´t care I was begging, didn´t care that my voice was husky and raw with need. All I wanted was release, sweet, never-ending release.

"I love watching you, Cat." he whispered, sucking on the skin of my neck. I urged closer to him, feeling his body being hard and tense. So all of this playing had its effect on him as well. I looked into his eyes and that was the moment he slid 2 fingers inside me. I took me some time to realize that the scream full of desire and pleasure actually left my own mouth. This time he didn´t slow done, but pushed me further and further. His thumb gently brushing over the sensitive nub while his fingers coaxed my body to feel more, deeper and harder.

I gasped his name, allowed him to push me to my back and instinctively spread my legs further. He never stopped his assault. Instead his mouth latched onto my breast, sucking the sensitive flesh and biting down gently, only to soothe the exquisite pain with his tongue. And that was all it took. I felt huge waves of pleasure wash over me, making me scream his name and arch my back towards him. And his touches continued, gentle and soft, to prolonge my pleasure. I came down with a sob, felt him pull me close against him, his nose buried in my hair.

"So beautiful." he whispered and I snuggled closer to his warmth, his strength. He held me until my heart starting beating normal again and I was able to think. I felt his arms around me, his chest pressed against my side and his heart beating fast and strong. His own desire, ignored and forgotten during his little play, pressed against my thigh and I turned around, facing him again.

I kissed him, thanking him with every lick of my tongue and every gently bite into his lower lip. His low growl showed me that I was doing a good job. And his hand that wandered to my ass and pressed me closer against him, told me his need and arousal was still strong. Instinctively I threw one leg over his hips and he grabbed my thigh, inching it a bit higher until his excitement was pressed against my hot, sensitive core. His other arm held me in a tight embrace, his hand pressed flat against my back, not allowing me to move. As if I was able to. I broke the kiss, looking into his eyes. They were dark with desire, his lips swollen from our kisses and his chest was glistening in sweat. God, this man was beautiful!

I held his gaze when I slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling him painfully slowly sliding into me. He moaned, closed his eyes and licked his lip, as if he was fighting for control. I lifted my head a little and started to lick the side of his neck, gently suckling on the furiously beating pulse under his skin and enjoying the low gasp that escaped him. When he was deep inside me, I stopped and looked at him.

"Cat..." My name left his mouth, with so much need and urgency, that it made me start grinding against him slowly. Another low moan and I whimpered when a million feelings overflowed me and made every other thought impossible. All that mattered right now was this man, his desire and the way he made me feel.

Our movements were slow, delicate, feeling every inch of each other, touching, kissing, nibbling and licking. Whenever he´d push his hips against me, I´d arch against him. When his hand grabbed my thigh harder, I´d tighten my grip around him. The rhythm of our lovemaking started to quicken, and I followed his lead. I wrapped my arms around his neck, buried my face in the crook of his neck, moaning against his ear as he took me to a whole new level of pleasure. I felt like I lost myself, like my body melted into pure pleasure and all I could do was hold onto him. His embrace tightened further, his movements became more urgent and I knew that I wouldn´t last long. Not with his desire for me so evident.

Only moments later we came undone, my scream and his low moan echoing in the room, when we held onto each other for dear life. The intensity of this encounter would have scared me, if I had been able to think. But I allowed myself to fall into his embrace, listening to his heartbeat and licking little drops of sweat off his skin and relishing his taste.

I felt him move slightly, just enough to pull the soft sheets over us. But he didn´t leave me long, his arms around me he pulled me against his chest and I rested my hand above his heart. The last thing I felt was his soft kiss to my forehead and then I slipped into oblivion, knowing his arms would hold me through the night.

I sighed deeply and sat up. It was the best thing to leave without saying goodbye. That would have been awkward and even though I felt a sting inside, I knew it was the best for both of us. And we never promised each other anything, it was never meant to be more than a nice dinner and fantastic sex.

When I stood under the shower, letting the hot water soothe my muscles, I avoided thinking of him. That wouldn´t get me anywhere. I still was on leave and I planed on enjoying it. Dressed in a pair of shorts and shirt I went to the kitchen counter, filled the coffee machine with water and coffee and waited until I could pour a mug full of the hot essence of life. I´d feel much better after I had a coffee. Turning with the mug in my hand, something on the opposite side of the counter caught my eye. It was a piece of paper. And on it in a tight, neat handwriting were the words:

"I´d like to have dinner with you again. Sometime. Steve"