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Chapter the Thirtieth

In which a long held Secret is revealed

"Japan?"

"Yep, for ten days."

"When?" Delia looked at the calendar hanging on the wall.

Alexander grabbed the toast out of the toaster, buttered it and added it to the stack on the small plate. "End of June." He put the knife in the sink and turned to his sister. "Think of it, we'll be in the Land of the Midnight Sun and Godzilla."

"Land of the Rising Sun, so, you know, close." She laughed and shook her head.

"Oh, no it's Gojira." Alexander picked up a piece of the toast and began using it to attack the eggs. "It's no good. In order to save Tokyo, I must eat Gojira." He shoved the piece of toast in his mouth and continued preparing their breakfast.

While he had his back to her, Delia admired his body; the body that had been hers since she was twelve. She smiled. He used to like to call himself lithe, but he had been scrawny for his age, much smaller than Damien had been at twelve and she had been both heavier and taller than he was that they had first kissed, now of course, that had changed. He was five nine, broad shouldered and built to play football and rugby, which he did.

Delia reached over to the counter and grabbed a piece of toast from the pile, took a bite and kept watching him. His hair was still the color of mahogany and it had developed some wave to it. She saw the way women looked at him; they would like nothing more than to run their fingers through all that mahogany goodness. He had no girlfriend now, but the plan was to have one at the start of next school year; a disciple who wouldn't question why Alexander wasn't interested in sex. But for right now, he was hers. They had woken up late and had stayed in bed, enjoying each other's body and the ensuing pleasure. She watched him removed the steak from the broiler and put it on a plate. Her mate, lover, brother, friend and in a perfect world, the father of her children. The thought of him made her heart, and other parts of her, ache. They had just finished fooling around and yet she wanted him again in the worst way. As the last piece of toast made its way into Delia's mouth, she made a decision.

"Ten days, huh?"

"Yep." Alexander put the second steak on his plate, but gave all the mushrooms to Delia.

"That's a long time."

"Uh-huh."

"You know, we could stay home and look after things while Damien is gone. Check in at work, take care of some of his paperwork, have a party or two, and while the daddy jackal is away, the pups could play a new game."

Alexander put the potatoes in a bowl and his hand was in the drawer getting a serving spoon when what she had said sunk in. He stopped and looked at her. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I don't know, Xander, what do you think I'm saying?"

But he couldn't answer her, afraid that saying anything out loud would jinx it.

She came over to him, put her arms on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "I love you. I want to be with you. I want you...all of you. No more holding back. While Damien is in Japan, I want us to make love."

"Delia, oh God, there is so very little I want more than that, but, we don't have to do it now."

"Don't you want me?" She pouted.

"Stop...I've not done or said anything to make you feel like it has to be now, have I?"

"Mm, you say and do all kinds of things that make me want you now." Her hands roamed over his body. "Just think of all the fun, new things we get to do."

"Delia, I'm serious. This is it...this is big. I don't want to rush you into this decision."

"It's sex with the boy I've liked since I was twelve. It's a decision that's been nearly six years in the making...I'd hardly call that rushed."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I want us to have sex. No more waiting...until June that is."

"Well, it's only April and if you change your mind..."

"I know." She smiled at him, picked up her plate and grabbed the bowl of potatoes and took them into the dining room.

...666...

Delia and Alexander had driven their father to the Thorn Industries private airport, after enjoying what would be their last family breakfast for the next ten days. All of Damien's luggage was on board and he was ready to go, except for Delia, who clung onto her father like she'd never see him again.

"And you'll call everyday?" She looked up at him.

"Of course."

"And barring any attacks on Tokyo by Godzilla or Mothra, bring us home lots of presents." Alexander gave his father a one-armed hug.

"I'll do my best." Damien thumped his son's back a few times.

"Make sure you eat, and get lots of rest, and call us and I love you." She hugged him again.

"I'm going away for ten days, not ten years."

"I know, but I'll miss you."

"And once I come back, we'll have our family vacation and we'll spend lots of time together." He kissed her cheek. "I love both of you and if you're having any parties while I'm gone, I ask only that you leave my house standing."

"I can't promise anything." Alexander shrugged.

"And while I do appreciate you checking in on things at work, there is no need to make it your life. Thomas knows what he's doing and Paul's in charge, so it's all good. I'm looking at you, Delia."

Delia shrugged. "I can't promise anything."

"Uh-huh." This time both children gave their father hugs and then let go of him so that he could get on the plane. The plane began its taxi down the runway and Damien waved to his children, who waved back and they watched the plane take off and soon they were back in the car.

"Now what?"

Delia said nothing.

"You want to go to Thorn, don't you?"

"You know me so well." She stared out the window, watching her father's plane getting smaller and smaller.

Alexander drove them downtown where they would spend the rest of the day.

...666...

The look on Delia's face was one of pure ecstasy.

"Do you like?"

She finished chewing and swallowed. "Stop it. Oh my God, I don't even know what to say."

"The look on your face says everything." He leaned over and kissed her.

Delia licked the chocolate of her fingers. "It's too yummy, Xander."

"Lunch was acceptable?"

"More than acceptable, annoying one, it was beyond perfect."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." Alexander got up and began clearing the dishes.

"No, no, you made it and you already did the cooking dishes. Let me rinse these and put them in the dishwasher." Delia took the dishes from him and brought them to the sink.

"And you're full?"

Delia turned to him, a smirk on her face. "Not too full." Suddenly the smile fell away and she simply stared at him.

"What?" His hand went to his mouth, trying to wipe away a stray bit of food that she might be looking at.

"You know, we joke about you owning a restaurant, but why not? It's criminal, Xander, to keep your cooking away from the general public."

He turned away, but she lifted her hand out of the water and turned his face towards her. "You're going to be a lawyer at Thorn. I see the work that they do...it generally includes four hour martini lunches and banging their secretary. You're five times smarter than the smartest person who works there, which means putting in less work and it's not your secretary you're going to be banging. It would be nothing for you to run a restaurant on the side. And what about some kind of activity after you retire from being President?"

"You really think I can do it?"

"We both have dreams; one of us should be able to live them."

A huge smile sat on his face. "I even have the perfect name."

"What?" Delia finished putting the last of the dishes in the machine and dried her hands.

"Alphonse's."

She began laughing. "Now you have to do it. I wanna eat at the restaurant named after the Marquis de Sade. We'll keep it a secret for as long as we can: who owns Chicago's best restaurant? It'll drive people mad."

Alexander was silent, basking in the idea that he might be able to live out his dream of being a chef and running a restaurant.

"That was lunch, I guess."

Alexander looked at her. God, how he wanted her, every part of her, all the time. Love wasn't a good enough word for what he felt for her. For his whole life, there had been only Delia. Nothing else mattered, only if it made her happy. Falling in love with her...sex had only changed how he showed her he loved her. He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ears.

"I think I'd like to go upstairs."

"Are you sure?"

"I need to burn off all these lunch calories and I hear sexual intercourse is an excellent way to do that."

"Please don't be flippant at a time like this."

"Alexander Thorn being serious about something? Funny, I didn't hear anything about Hell freezing over."

"We don't have to, not right now."

"I want you, and I want you in this house. I want you to make love to me. Now. If I go upstairs and start and without you..."

"Okay, okay, it's too late in this family's dynamic for you to be the funny one and me to be the uptight one. Just promise me that if anything starts happening that you don't like, you'll tell me and we stop."

"I promise." She crossed her heart.

They took each other's hand, but rather than leading her upstairs, Alexander brought her to the dining room. He stood there and then turned to her. "You have no idea how scared I was, and how horny I was, sitting there watching you eat the sandwich that I had made for you. I've never wanted anything more in my life than I wanted you that day. Before I came in to see you, I tore myself apart all morning debating whether I should tell you how I felt. When you were upset and started crying...I wanted to die. I had hurt you and had ruined us. And then you told me you liked me back...you could have hit me over the head with a hammer and I wouldn't have cared. I love you more now, if that's possible. I want this first time to be perfect."

She she leaned on his chest and he put his arms around her. "I was too scared to tell you. The only time I let myself think or feel it was when I was alone. When you told me that you liked me...I thought I had imagined it. You liked me, too...I couldn't believe it. Then we kissed and it was perfect." She looked up at him. "Not because it was the best kissing ever, but because it was us. This will be better because we know each other better. I want this to be fun; I want this to be us."

"I'd very much like to make love to you, Delia Thorn." He picked up her hands and kissed them.

"I'd very much like that, Alexander Thorn. We can work up an appetite for dinner." She lead him out of the dinning room and they walked up the stairs. Alexander stopped on the floor where their old bedrooms where.

"If you want, we can make love in there."

She shook her head. "Those aren't our rooms anymore, not that I wouldn't mind doing it later, but not for the first time.

They made their way up to their rooms and stood in the hall.

"Whose room?"

Delia ran into her brother's room and came back with a quarter. "Heads my room, tails your room."

"Tails." Alexander watched the coin go up and then come back down as Delia grabbed it and then flipped it onto the back of her hand.

"Heads, so close. My room first."

"I'd say we're going in virgins and coming out otherwise, but I don't think we were all that innocent to to start with."

"I'll buy that. Come on, annoying one, better go make a woman out of your sister, metaphorically speaking, of course." She pulled him towards the door to her room.

"Nag, nag, nag. Is that all you're good for?"

"I'll show you what else I'm good for, Nander."

"I'd like that, Deedle." He grabbed her traced his thumb over her lip. "I'm glad we waited. I enjoyed getting to know you, every inch of you. I'm grateful that you shared your pleasure with me."

"I am too." She kissed his thumb. "Alright, enough of all this touchy-feely crap."

"I'd ask you to have mercy on me, but mercy is for the weak so, ravage me, Madame."

"I plan to do just that, Chevalier."

And with that, they lead each other into Delia's room and she kicked her bedroom door shut behind them.

...666...

Delia was woken up by a cold nose in her neck followed by a whine. "Aw, poor Milo, you were ignored for most of yesterday, weren't you?"

He let out a pitiful sigh and got up onto the bed and put his head on Delia's chest.

"Well, who wants to go outside and run around and chase and eat some bunnies?"

Milo lifted up his head.

"Okay, well you go downstairs and I'll be down to get your breakfast. That includes you, boys."

Alexander's and Damien's dogs got up and stretched and followed Delia's dog downstairs.

Delia stretched and smiled and looked over at Alexander, who was on his side with the covers pulled up over his head.

She got up, went into the bathroom, peed, washed her hands and came back out into her bedroom and watched him sleep. They had spent the majority of the day and night having sex and it had been wonderful. Slightly awkward at first, but far better than anything she had imagined. She had feared it would make her different, somehow make them different, but she felt the same and the love making had been fun, loving, adventurous and otherwise them.

She got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and went downstairs to feed the dogs. While they were eating, she scarfed down a slice of left over pizza; though she knew that Alexander would be down to cook breakfast for the both of them.

She was outside for more than an hour, running around with the dogs and playing fetch with them when she knew he was watching her. Delia turned, and there he was standing at the open door.

Milo ran back to his master and Delia and the other two dogs made their way back. She could smell the bacon cooking.

"Morning."

"Morning to you. I smell something yummy." She came in and closed the door behind her.

"I see something yummy." He pulled her to him and kissed her.

She could feel his worry begin. "I'm fine."

"No pain?"

"It's all good."

He watched her walk into the kitchen. "And the blood was just your hymen?"

"Delia still hasn't received a visit from her special friend."

"You're only seventeen...maybe next year."

"Maybe." She gave him a thin, hopeful smile.

"How was everything else?"

She opened a can of soda and took a drink. "Everything else was very, very good. How about you?"

He came over to her, stood behind her, and put his arms around her waist. "Better than I imagined; I had fun." He kissed her neck, let her go and continued making breakfast.

"I had fun, too. If it's alright with you, I'd like to have more fun today."

"Oh, I think I can arrange that. What else did you have in mind for today...apart from going to the office."

"Playing with the dogs, the babies were neglected yesterday." She sat and they all came to her to get attention. "And have my brother continue to feed me."

"He can arrange that, too."

"My brother is very talented."

"That he is."

Alexander finished making breakfast and as they sat at the kitchen table eating, Delia eyed her brother. "So, are you going to tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"Don't be coy with me. Since yesterday, uncoincidentally enough I'm sure, beginning with our sexual activity, you've been acting like you've got something up your sleeve."

"That's because I do."

"Well, tell me."

"It's not that simple...after we come back from the office."

They went out and played with the dogs and then came in and took a shower, making love while they were in there, and then dressed and headed to Thorn.

Delia insisted on eating lunch out and all the while, she could sense something from him, an excitement and tension...and fear. Whatever he was thinking about telling her both aroused and worried him, though she figured the worry part had to do with telling her whatever it was that he wanted to tell her.

They made it home and no sooner did they shut and locked the door, then Delia was on him.

"So, do I get to know now? I wanted us to eat lunch out so we wouldn't waste anytime once we got back here." She began backing him towards the stairs and he stopped as his heel hit the first riser; she undid his belt.

"Yes, but as you must have been able to tell, I'm somewhat...worried about what it is that I want to say." He went up one stair.

Delia undid the button on his pants. "You can tell me anything, you know that."

"I hope so. Promise me you won't get angry or...judge what it is that I say...and do?"

"I'd cross my heart, but my hands are a little busy." She pulled down his zipper.

They reached the landing of the second floor and Delia went to turn to the right to go up the stairs to their rooms, but Xander brought her further down the hall until they stopped at their father's bedroom door.

"Uh, Xander, why are there blankets on top of Damien's duvet?"

"Why do you think?"

"So that we don't have to wash Damien's sheets after we have sex on his bed."

"Are you still with me?"

"Always."

He pulled her into the room and closed the door behind them.

"Damien's taken very good care of this bed over the years. Have you ever thought about why that is?"

A smiled crept across her mouth. "This bed made it here from England...one of the few things that did; this is the bed in which we were conceived."

All the while that they had been talking, they had been undressing each other until they were naked.

"Have you ever thought about what that was like?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to see?"

Delia frowned. "What do you mean?"

"That's not what I asked. I asked you if you wanted to see."

"Yes."

"Close your eyes."

And Delia did as she was told and then she gasped...

She was standing in a study, but it wasn't the one in their house. At first she didn't know where she was, but then she saw Damien at his desk. He looked so young...and thinner than he was...and then she knew that she had seen the study...in England when Damien had taken them and they went to the Ambassador's house and Damien had given them a tour. This was Damien when he was still Ambassador to Great Britain.

It was as if she were watching a movie and in the movie at the same time and she could everything clearly as is she were both far away and near at the same time. She didn't seem to be able to move, apart from body movements...she could smile, or move her arm, but she couldn't walk anywhere.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come."

The door was opened by a man whom Delia didn't recognize.

"Ms. Reynolds is here, sir. Shall I show her into the study?"

"Yes, George." Damien closed the book that he had been reading and put it on the shelf.

Delia was consumed by panic. It was the prophecy book and she wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth, but she couldn't speak. She watched as he straightened his jacket and tie and put a smile on his face as the door opened again.

"Kate, glad you could make it." Damien went over to her and kissed her cheek. "Hungry?"

"Famished. I ate breakfast this morning, feels like ages ago." She kissed his cheek in return.

"Well, let's see what awaits us in the dining room."

The two of them left and suddenly, Delia was in the dining room watching as they ate lunch.

Delia had never seen Kate walking around. Damien had shown her and Alexander the interviews she had done with him, but she had been seated and was very formal in her speech and how she held herself. She was much more relaxed now, but still reserved...holding back...and Delia smiled.

She saw it in the way she looked at Damien, how a tiny blush would rise in her cheeks when he spoke to her, how she leaned into him, even though they were across the table from each other, how she laughed at everything he said: it was taking everything Kate Reynolds could muster not to jump Damien's bones right then and there.

Damien presented no such qualities of being smitten with Kate. Delia observed her father. There was a sadness there, a grief that sat on him. He had resigned himself to his fate, that he would die if necessary and have children that would carry on in his place. He looked paler than she was used to seeing him and she could feel them, a black cloud hovering around him, haunting him night and day until he gave up his will to live. Though, he didn't let it show and he joked and laughed with Kate as the they enjoyed lunch. She wanted to hug her father and tell him everything would be fine, but couldn't.

They eventually finished lunch and Damien then gave her a tour, carefully leaving out the set of stairs that lead to a very special room in the house.

Next, they put on their jackets and Damien took her for a tour of the grounds and they stopped and Damien showed her the various sights, ones that Delia recognized from her own tour of the place.

They stopped at the spot next to the creek, the creek where Damien's boyhood friend the pike hung out.

Delia looked at the water. She and Alexander had come when they were twelve, and their father had tried to convince them that it was still there. They were sure that their father had been pulling their legs.

They were having a conversation and then Damien was pointing out the fish to Kate when the wooden railing around the water broke and she fell in.

Delia smiled and when she looked back at her father, he too wore an amused expression on his face and she was suddenly wondering if she had missed something and he had pushed her in. But he held out his hand and pulled her out; she looked like a drowned rat and with Damien's arm around her, he escorted her back to the house.

At the house, she went upstairs to shower and change and Damien waited for her in a room that Delia assumed was one of the sitting rooms. Damien had banished George to the servant's quarters, though before George had left, Damien had got him to start a fire and sent him upstairs to get a sweater for Kate; Damien was alone in the room.

He stood staring into the fire, no doubt thinking about his own mortality and that this was it. Damien had brought her here, now, today, in order to have sex with her. Whether he had orchestrated pushing her into the water, Delia didn't know, but he again came back to himself when she came back into the room. He was looking at the woman who would be carrying his children if he didn't make it.

He handed her a drink and she sat in front of the fire and Damien stood behind her and he held the sweater to her and her hand grasped his and for Kate, there would be no more waiting.

She lead him upstairs and into his bedroom. Delia watched as the first thing she did was shut off the lights in the room, making it nearly impossible to see and then she took off her clothes and then she undressed Damien. Knowing that they couldn't hear or see her, Delia would have laughed if she could have. Whether Kate knew it or not, she was doing all the work and apparently she didn't realize that Damien had zero interest in her, but she was either too blind or too aroused to realize it.

It was dark, Damien would be able to better see than she could. Yet Kate also had her eyes closed and the blanket was covering them. Whatever Delia had inherited from Kate, it sure didn't include her libido. If the sex had been anymore boring, Delia would have fallen asleep.

Nor did Damien look like he was having all that much fun, though Delia could also chalk that up to the fact that he was attempting to create his successors because his life would shortly be over.

And then he stopped and Delia didn't understand why.

Kate began urging him on, but Damien was seemingly having none of. Everything about this woman was boring. She might as well have been trying to get Damien to pick up his dirty socks, then, Delia could sense it before it happened and his demeanor changed and the next thing she knew, he was taking Kate's left arm and flipping her over; now Kate was on her front, her face jammed into the pillow.

And it started again and it took only moments for Delia to realize exactly what was happening and it wasn't pleasant, at least not for her mother. The look on Damien's face, however, was sublime; he was transported to somewhere else. Kate's begging for him to stop seemingly brought him back to reality and he smiled at her discomfort and did not stop.

Delia listened and watched as Damien had his way with Kate for most of the night, in any way that he saw fit and enjoyed every moment of it until he apparently was sated and he left her crying, curled up in his bed.

She did not need to follow her father, for there was only one place that he would go to seek solace.

When Delia opened her eyes, she and Alexander were on the bed, their legs wrapped around each other. Her head was on his left shoulder and she felt giddy and it was a good thing that she wasn't standing up or she would have fallen flat on her face.

They shifted their positions and held each other so close, there was no space between their bodies; they would spend the rest of the day and night guiding each other into ecstasy.

...666...

When Delia woke up, Alexander was gone. But she could smell steak and hoped that he had gotten up to cook breakfast, and had not left because he couldn't face her.

During the night, they had made their way to the other side of the house and currently she was sitting up in Alexander's bed, but she walked across the hall to her room, put on shorts and a

t-shirt and went downstairs to the kitchen.

All three dogs were at Alexander's heels and he dropped a piece of steak to his dog and looked up at his sister when she came in.

"Hey."

"Hey, yourself." Delia sat on the floor and her dog came to her and sat in her lap.

"Hungry?"

She smiled. "Starving. Someone wore me out yesterday and last night."

He smiled back. "I could say the same thing about you."

"You're no fair, you know that?"

"Why?" He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her.

"Because how the hell am I supposed to top whatever that was? You're going to be able to lord that over me for the rest of my life."

"You're honestly okay with it now that the sex has stopped?"

"If I hadn't been alright with it, the sex wouldn't have started. But I'm too hungry to make big words. Delia need food or Delia faint."

"Almost done. Can Delia put plates, knives and forks on the table, or is that too much effort for her delicate constitution?"

She nudged her dog off of her and then got up. She grabbed plates and other things and put them on the kitchen table.

It didn't take long for Alexander to finish and soon, the table was loaded with steak, bacon, potatoes, eggs, toast and fruit salad with coffee for Alexander and soda for Delia. They ate, both were too hungry to do much else, and once grumbling stomachs were taken care of, Delia began the conversation.

"First, how?" She took a drink of her soda.

Alexander smiled. "That's the easy part. Do you remember when we told Damien we wanted to torture someone and he and I had the talk in the study?"

"Yes."

"Well, at one point I asked him if he remembered any of the women he slept with and he smiled and said only the one who gave me children and that popped into his head. I didn't mean to be paying attention to him, maybe I wanted to see what he really thought about things and then I got that."

"I see." Delia took a drink of her cola.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Always."

"Do you want him?"

"Damien?"

"Yes."

Delia sat back. "Are you worried that if given the opportunity, I'd throw you over for him?"

"I don't know. But maybe it's just you're interested in...you know...even once." Alexander couldn't keep the worry out of his voice.

"I see the appeal; trust me. But I love you and only you. It wasn't Damien I used to want to marry when I was little. We've done a lot, but there are a few things that you've not tried."

"In order to force myself on someone, I'd actually have to touch her. I will only ever touch one woman in my whole life and that's because she needs to give me children...unless you start your period. The second you are able to conceive, I will do my level best to get you pregnant, I don't give a damn what Damien would say about it. Then, I'd marry a disciple who wouldn't ask from whence the child came."

"I want that too." She reached for his hand.

"We agreed on no birth control and so long as that's alright with you, that's what happens."

"It is."

"Apart from that, I am going to have to get so unbelievably hammered on my wedding night to even touch the woman I marry."

"I think you're missing the obvious solution of drugging her and having her pass out. I want you for myself before you go away on your honeymoon and I won't see you for six months."

Alexander laughed. "I think you're missing the obvious solution of mysteriously being wherever I happen to be while I'm on my honeymoon."

"'Why Alexander and Mrs. Thorn, what a pleasant surprise. Why yes, I've decided to take my vacation at exactly the same time as you're on your honeymoon, what a coincidence. If it's okay with you, Mrs. Thorn, I'd really like to arrange a naked playdate with my brother.' You mean like that?"

"Perfect, except leave out the part about the playdate."

"Thanks, the point I'm getting at is if you have violent sexual wants and desires, I want you to do something about it."

"I know and if I did, we'd talk, but so far I don't."

"So you've hung on to that since you were thirteen?"

"Yep and trust me, there were so many times I wanted to tell you. So here's to me for keeping my trap shut for nearly five years." He took a drink of his coffee.

"I'll drink to that." She took a sip of her cola.

Delia was done first and told him to sit and enjoy his breakfast. She put things away, but left her dishes on the counter. She came over to Alexander, straddled him and sat. "I think we did our due diligence yesterday going in to work, so I think it'd be okay if we didn't leave the house today."

Alexander put his arms around her waist. "I can definitely get behind that."

"And I feel so horrible, you having to keep that to yourself for five years...I know, why don't you tell me, you know, with words."

"What a wicked and deliciously naughty sister I have." Alexander got up and Delia wrapped her legs around him. He walked to the door to the kitchen.

"Why? Because it turns me on to think that the way we came into this world was that our father raped our mother?" Delia shifted and then smiled. "Seems I'm not the only one who's naughty and wicked, Chevalier."

"Well, then doesn't that just make us the perfect couple." Alexander walked up the stairs holding onto her.

"What are you going to do to me, Xander?" Delia put out her hand to stop him from turning the corner.

"Apparently, I'm going to take into Damien's room, telling you that story until you go mad with frustration and then have my way with you." Once inside their father's room, he put her down.

"Sounds yummy." Delia took off her shorts and t-shirt and watched as Alexander began getting undressed.

"I don't know...maybe all your sexual proclivities are, for want of a better word, crap."

Her eyes narrowed. "Is that so?"

"Maybe, after all, you really are your mother's daughter." Xander left it at that knowing that if he pushed her any harder, she'd leave.

Delia pushed him towards the bed.

"Aren't you going to close the door?"

"Why? We told the dogs to stay downstairs and there they'll stay unless otherwise instructed, so there's no one to see us...unless you're embarrassed and you are your mother's son." She put a hand on his shoulder and he sat.

He went to say something, but she put up her hand.

"You will tell me the story with words. You will not miss a beat, you will get to the end of the tale without anything happening. If you don't, if you give in to your baser urges and get places before Delia gets there, I will take a shower and go into the office. Do I make myself clear?"

"What are you going to do?"

She motioned for him to lay back and he did, propping himself up on his elbows. She got onto the bed and crawled towards him. She didn't straddled him, but grabbed his ankles and spread his legs apart. She continued forward until she was on all fours between his legs.

"Shit, Delia..."

"To the end, no rushing, taking your time or I take me and my proclivities and leave."

"I love you Madame, do you know that?"

"Prove it, Chevalier."

He paused for a moment, thinking of the best way to begin and then smirked at her, "Once upon a time..."