Hi all! Sorry for the delay... Hope you enjoy the latest instalment of my unhinged musings.

P.S. The CC characters don't belong to me, etc., etc.

PPS: lemony scene ahead – don't read if this sort of stuff offends you in anyway ; )

PPPS: I am not particularly worried about my bad grammar and perhaps shocking spelling (I am nothing but a novice, and a very junior one at that) but if you are offended by it I hereby offer my sincere apologies in advance: please don't feel obliged to continue reading my rubbish – hope you can just enjoy the general jist of the story anyhow ; )

Chapter 2

Lesson 1 – Building a fire

Monday morning arrived much too quickly for Candy's liking. Usually she slept in until the last possible moment and between mouthfuls of coffee and toast for breakfast she'd then get ready for another hectic day at the hospital. This morning, however, was different. She woke up one hour before her alarm was due to ring and now was quietly laying down in bed, re-living all the events from her Friday picnic. Her face flushed furiously as she remembered his words and her own shameless, uninhibited response to his proposal.

HIS very indecent, very forbidden and most seductive offer. What was she thinking? Why didn't she simply refuse point blank? What was WRONG with her? She groaned, pulling her covers over her face with a mixture of shame and disbelief. Was it too late to back out of it? Did she REALLY want to back out of it? ARGH!

She suddenly tossed the covers aside and decided to start getting ready for work, there was little point in continuing the dissection of her barrage of emotions. At least for once she'd be on time and walk calmly to work; more often than not she had to run, handbag in one hand and unfinished breakfast in the other, receiving strange looks from the people she almost knocked to the ground as she flew by. Candy walked to the bathroom, and quietly began to undress herself. With the hot water soothing her altered body, she closed her eyes as she remembered the feel of his soft lips on hers, the warmth of his embrace and her own probing response to his kiss.

After she took the initiative of that first kiss, he had taken command of her lips; gently at first, then hungrily penetrating every corner of her mouth. Candy sighed as she remembered how with her eyes closed she had vividly imagined how her own beloved would kiss her; how his hands would touch, posses and explore every inch of her body as their kiss deepens, becoming more demanding, hungrier with each passing moment. Her tutor's eyes had been dark with passion and it wasn't long before his growing desire took on a more obvious, physical form against her stomach. He pulled away from her hesitantly; he really didn't want to leave but knew if he stayed a minute longer he'd lose all of his composure and break the ground rules they had carefully put in place.

"Lesson one will begin next week" he murmured "and as much as I'd do anything to stay and continue I must go before someone sends a search party to look for me". His eyes met her fervent gaze, her delectable mouth now a bright red after their eager, hungry kisses. "Candy..." he began but his mind couldn't quite think of what to say next. Their closeness was overpowering all his senses; her scent, her feel, her taste... he wanted to have it all and drown in her arms but he knew she wasn't his to either keep or take. She held his hand and bringing it up to her lips, gave it a tender kiss.

"I know" she said, "I can't believe we did that either, but I am not sorry". Her beautiful eyes seemed to look straight into his soul, laying bare all the feelings he had buried deep within just so that he could function and be able to remain by her side without feeling the wrenching pain of his unrequited love.

He gave her one last, quick kiss before leaving her apartment. It would be hard to walk downstairs in his present condition but he rapidly descended towards the main entrance and to his car parked outside. Once inside the gleaming vehicle, he took a deep breath before turning on the ignition and sighed. What was he doing? Could he really walk away from her and marry someone else after tasting her lips? Oh my Lord! What was he going to do if they went FURTHER than a kiss? Would they go further than a kiss? He groaned as the ache in his groin became a throbbing pain again. Well, one thing was certain: he had to go home NOW and have the longest, coldest shower possible and with that thought in mind, he then drove off...

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Candy's days at the hospital passed quickly in frenzy of activity. There was another flu outbreak and every single staff member had been asked to work longer than usual. Candy was grateful for this unfortunate but timely distraction as her working week was swiftly coming to an end.

Every time she thought about her new upcoming Friday lunch ritual, her knees would begin to shake nervously, her face became bright red and her whole demeanour changed to a flustered state all at the same time. Her friends at work noticed her strange behaviour (too odd even for her!) and were suitably concerned; they wondered whether Candy was becoming ill as well and suffering the initial flu symptoms.

"Candy" said Natalie the head nurse during a brief tea break in the staff room, "I must insist you finish by lunch time today". Candy turned to her in disbelief "Natalie, have I done something wrong?" Her eyes green eyes were wide with shock: she had been working exceptionally hard and so far had done everything that had been asked of her each and every shift.

"No Candy, of course not!" responded Natalie gently, "It's just that you have been working 12 hour shifts since Monday and, as far as I know, it is now Thursday and you have not stopped even for a proper meal during this time".

Candy blushed and lowered her head like a naughty child. "We have been so busy lately and I just wanted to help out as much as I could" she said softly. She knew better than to skip meals and forego her breaks and yet that's exactly what she had been doing. However, if she was to be completely honest with herself, she really didn't want to take a whole lunch hour because she didn't want to have time to think about Friday. If she did, she was afraid she would back out of the whole thing and pray ten rosaries as penance for her lustful thoughts.

Anyhow, at the rate she was going, she'd have to permanently move into a monastery as atonement for her multiple sins! She couldn't even take a shower without thinking about where a certain someone's hand would glide and what he would touch... and how his sensuous lips would feel on her bare, velvety skin...

"Candy!" said Natalie sternly, bringing the blond nurse back to reality with a thud. Candy had been standing in the middle of the room with that glazed look in her eyes yet again, so she was either really sick or off with the fairies once more. Either way, Natalie was now convinced Candy would not be able to concentrate on her work for much longer and her symptoms could only progressively worsen with exhaustion. Candy shook her head quickly as if doing so would help organize her thoughts and regain her bearings.

Natalie continued in a more gentle voice "Candy you are tired and that makes you more susceptible to illness and as a nurse you must also be aware that when we're tired we are all more prone to making mistakes. It wouldn't be fair to our patients if we are anything less than at our most efficient and at our best when on duty".

Candy smiled and looked at Natalie's kind eyes as she spoke "You're a great nurse Candy, but you must learn to follow the hospital rules regarding staff hours just like all your colleagues here and take care of yourself properly. It is good to be a little selfish now and then you know..." and before exiting the room added "I expect to see you not a moment before Monday morning and that's final".

Candy smiled with glee. It was lunch time already and now she apparently had time to stop at that lovely little boutique she walked (correction, ran) past every morning with the most delightful clothes on display. Maybe she could stop by and have a look at their fine collection of silk scarves...

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He'd finished his paperwork sooner than expected. Whether he cared to admit it or not, he had been looking forward to Friday with a mixture of unbridled excitement and apprehension. His legs were twitching nervously as he sat behind his desk, drink in hand and waiting for the clock to strike midday. He knew it was too late for him to back out now... No, he'd tasted the forbidden fruit and since the moment their lips touched, wanted nothing more on this earth than be asked to share more, to touch more, to want more...

Would it be considered bad manners is he arrived too early? Maybe half an hour early? What the hell was he thinking! Manners? There were no manners involved in what they were doing! He allowed himself a small chuckle at the very thought of asking Candy politely to touch his body... Oh, how he had missed those hands.

After their picnic last Friday, not even the coldest of showers could dissipate the fire in his loins that the image of those soft, little hands touching his throbbing body created in his sleep. Good Lord, just thinking about it was enough to stoke the fire awake again! Not wishing to walk out of the office with a briefcase in front, hiding his zipper, he quickly decided to leave and perhaps grab something to share with Candy for lunch. That is, if she didn't end up becoming his lunch instead...

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It came as no surprise to Candy to hear someone eagerly knocking on her door earlier than expected. She herself had woken up early again that morning, struggling to decide what to wear and how to do her hair. For goodness sakes, she was acting like a school girl with a crush! Why was she so nervous and worried about what to wear? He was JUST her friend, her now very-close confidant. He'd seen her looking less than stellar several times when they lived together. How long ago was that? It seemed to her that it was only yesterday when they shared the same space, and now here they were, about to get closer than ever once more.

She was wearing a plain white summer dress with capped sleeves and a round scooped collar that accentuated her shapely bust without being too provocative. The long, tapered skirt clung to her beautiful hips whilst the row of pearly buttons at the front made the whole dress look suitably casual whilst giving her an air of pure innocence at the same time. Candy had decided to let her beautiful long hair untied and falling in a cascade of golden curls; to her the long strands felt like a comfort blanket covering her back, providing a sense of security. She heard the eager knock on the door again as she quickly smothered down an imaginary crease on her skirt one more time before she proceeded to allow her 'tutor' in.

Dear Lord... As soon as she opened the door she knew she had no chance whatsoever to back down! There he was standing, leaning against the wall and holding a food parcel with a mischievous look of resignation. "I was serious last week" he said as a beautiful smile formed on his sensuous lips, "next time I bring food I WILL knock on another door and share my delectable offerings with a more receptive damsel..." His tailored Italian suit fitted him to perfection, accentuating every inch of his remarkable male physique.

Candy had to stop herself from openly gawking at him in the hallway, so she simply grabbed his free hand and hurriedly led him into her living room. "Hello to you too!" he laughed as he entered and put the parcel on the coffee table, "don't I get a Thank you or a Hello today?"

She blushed straight away from head to toe. "I am so sorry..." she sighed, unable to look him directly in the eye, "I am really nervous and I just didn't want to raise suspicion just in case someone saw us in the hallway". She was standing in from of him, tying and untying an imaginary knot with her shaking hands.

His eyes softened as he stood before her witnessing her obvious discomfort. "As far as anyone around here is aware, we are family. True or not?" he said gently, cupping her chin with his hand and raising her face to look at him properly. "We promised not to feel shame about anything we do here but if you want to reconsider I will understand completely" and with that he planted a soft kiss on her trembling lips, pulling her close to him and gently encircling her body with his arms.

Suddenly her initial misgivings dissipated like the morning fog as her hands began to caress his back and her lips began to move beneath his own; hesitantly at first but becoming more confident as her desire to explore her own boundaries began to increase by the second.

"My body is my own to explore" she declared in a husky whisper, spoken against his mouth, "and today you're going to teach me something about desire". Candy pulled away from his embrace for a moment and produced two burgundy scarves out of one of her pockets. She handed one beautiful silk scarf to her tutor and then proceeded to blindfold herself with the other. His throat suddenly felt dry as he tried to swallow: standing with her arms by her sides she looked a picture of ethereal innocence in her white dress, the bright scarf covering her eyes but somehow highlighting the colour of her luscious, red lips.

He took a deep breath and placed his strong hands on her small shoulders; giving her a gentle kiss he then lowered her body slowly to the ground so she could lay down on the plush, soft carpet. He considered leading her to the bedroom but quickly dismissed the thought as potentially fatal idea: he really did not want to put himself into any more temptation than necessary. He was a good man not a monk! If he saw her sprawled naked on the bed, with her soft breasts welcoming his hands and her lips inviting him to explore every corner of her being, he was certain he would NEVER be able to keep their ground rules. He lowered himself and took a seat by her side, admiring the angelic vision before him and promising his ever present conscience to be worthy of the implicit trust she had in him.

"As you know, a fire begins gently and with very few components" he began to say, his voice almost a hoarse whisper whilst slowly stroking her arm with one of his hands. "We begin with kindling and paper, fanning the flame gently until it is strong enough to burn a more substantial amount of... wood..." he swallowed hard as he looked at her sensuous, virginal figure one more time before taking his blindfold and tying it firmly to cover his eyes.

"Just like a fire, desire begins to develop slowly, sometimes through nothing more than the touch of your skin" as he spoke both of his hands began to feel her arms, moving slower but firmly as they became the 'eyes' to explore every inch of her tantalizing body with. He leaned over, whispering in her ear, his husky voice dripping with emotion and anticipation "Remember this well my dear, anything can burn with the right kind of spark" and with soft caresses he then began to explore all the corners of her being.

If Candy was still harbouring any misgivings at this point, they quickly vanished as soon as she felt his warm, masculine hands gently glide over her bare arms, slowly descending down her sides and towards her hips. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally raising his hands towards her chest and beginning to slowly undo the first pearl button on her dress. Candy drew a sharp intake of breath with a mixture of surprise and excitement; she bit her bottom lip as his dexterous fingers slowly worked their way down the row of small, delicate buttons that held her dress together from collar to hem.

She had decided to wear as little as possible this morning, so her breasts were unconstrained by any sort of supportive garments and a little pair of French, lacy knickers were the only thing covering her nudity under her dress. His fingers tensed for a moment as much to his surprise he felt her soft, bare skin; noticing how it was rising into tiny goose bumps as his touch sent little shivers of pleasure throughout her body. The surprising lack of undergarments made him glad to be wearing a blindfold; the sheer shock of seeing her naked torso upon opening her dress would have been enough to send him into a tailspin of rampant desire and probable loss of control.

"Your skin is the kindling and my hands are the spark. Feel how every inch they touch becomes alight; the warmth of those little fires spreading, connecting and penetrating to your very core..." His expert hands were now touching the very peaks of her exposed, ample breasts; the delicate dark skin around them tightening as he gently tweaked her pink nipples until they stood painfully hardened under his delightful administrations. She licked her dry lips as she began to experience an excruciatingly pleasant sensation that seemed to irradiate warmth from her firm mounds all the way to a certain place well below her navel. Her breathing became short and jagged; she was so lost in the moment and in the increasing waves of pleasure that she was not sure whether she was remembering to breathe properly or not...

Candy felt her tutor position his body next to hers on the carpet, and then suddenly she became aware of his hot breath on her right nipple, sending her into an unimaginable delirium of pleasure. "Yes..." he whispered as he gently gave her a little, playful nibble on that most sensitive peak, "your desire for your beloved will burn like a slow simmering fire that will become a raging blaze when you are finally together". Candy gasped louder as his mouth continued to suck and nibble, his tongue flicking and then resting on her erect nipple whilst tweaking and massaging the left breast with one of his free hands. Her breathing became shallow and almost in gulps as her brain seemed to have stopped working and her body was now on automatic pilot, seeking more of the pleasure being offered.

Her hands stroked his hair and back, as his lips and caresses helped her to delve deeper and deeper into her own world of forbidden fantasy. His hands became her beloved's, his breath on her skin was her beloved's. Suddenly she could feel him there, next to her; touching her body from across the miles and despite the circumstances separating them. That missing feeling that had remained nameless between them up until now... she knew she had began to find it and gave it a name. She had it! She felt desire: she knew she wanted him to posses her body with primal urgency, to take what she had to offer him and him alone. She wanted her beloved to taste her breasts, drink her scent and to feel every inch of her silky skin. In turn, she would bury her hands in his soft, long hair and sample the forbidden places in his body as he would writhe against her in sheer pleasure. She was so lost in her marvellous world, thinking mistakenly that she didn't know how she could possibly feel any better when unexpectedly his hand left her breast to travel much further, finding that forbidden and most secret place between her thighs...

"Oh my Lord!" she almost shouted, as his fingers teasingly but gently separated the folds of her womanhood to discover the hidden pearl of all her womanly delights. Her soft moans turned into a more guttural groan as the unbearable, simmering heat in her very core suddenly became a pulsating river of lava. He muffled her voice with his lips, as his tongue did to her mouth what his fingers were doing to her womanhood.

"THIS is your signal to your beloved" he said hoarsely, praying to all the angels and saints he'd be able to keep some sort of composure now that all his blood seemed to have been directed to another part of his anatomy, causing a great deal of attention to be diverted from his task at hand. "Your body will tell him when you are ready to receive every inch of his being, ready to love him like a woman should love a man" and with that he continued to ravage her breasts with his mouth whilst his fingers expertly rubbed and aroused her to a point of no return.

He felt his hand completely drenched by her response to his accomplished fondling. With his eyes covered, he could only imagine how her yielding body must look; her soft moans and jagged breathing the only indication of her approach to that most sought-after of pinnacles. The river of honey emanating from her body made him want to bury himself deep within her and release his own river of desire: never in his wildest dreams he could have imagined a more passionate, more receptive reaction to his sensual caresses.

With insurmountable difficulty, he managed to remain dressed and somewhat in control of his actions though aroused to the extreme as Candy's hips moved in a completely instinctual way towards him whilst holding onto his hair with both of her hands; her whole body rocking against his hand, encouraging, begging him to go harder and faster as the heat building up deep within her veins was seconds away from erupting like a fiery volcano in all of its primal glory.

Suddenly her throat emitted a guttural cry as her hands almost pulled his hair out of its follicles. He felt her body tense and then shake violently as the thousand fires burning within her exploded into an all consuming blaze. He stopped slowly, feeling every single muscle still twitching where his hands had been. When the last of her spasms subsided, he then collapsed next to her, trying to regulate his own shallow breathing whilst tugging uncomfortably at huge, painful bulge created by his own considerable arousal. "I think I may have to stay here for a moment whilst things go back to...normal" he chuckled slowly as he removed the blindfold from his eyes.

Candy was still laying next to him; her emerald eyes glimmering and cheeks still flushed from the fire that had been burning within her, unable to move or say anything that would make any sort of sense. It would take much longer than a moment for her to be able to come back from where she had been just a few seconds ago... She fixed the buttons on her dress, removing her blindfold as well. She remained laying by his side with a beautiful, dazzling smile adorning her still swollen lips. "My dear sir, after what I have just experienced I don't think things will EVER be normal again" and propping herself onto her elbow gave him a tender hug and small, furtive kiss.

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To be continued...

Well, this has been my first attempt at a lemony scene so, again, sorry if it disappointed anyone. I'm sure I'll get better with practice! Suggestions are always welcome!

Enaka T: you asked me to clear your name. Don't blame you! If my writing is as rubbish as I think it is I wouldn't be wanted to be credited with it either! Anyhow, for all the people who think EnakaT wrote this tripe, please be assured it wasn't her. This rubbish belongs to me.

Also, it has come to my attention that someone in the past may used CandyFan as a name to write reviews and perhaps make unsavoury comments. I just want to clarify that it was not me: I would never write anything negative or derogatory to a fellow fanfic writer as I believe everyone is entitled to express their creativity freely and without judgement. I have been a fanfic member for only a few months and thus not responsible for anything written using the CandyFan name at any time prior to December 2013 ; ). I did use this name maybe twice before officially joining FanFic but again it was around December 2013 and never in a negative or malicious way.

Phew... Big hugs and remember to please enjoy your life, it's much too short!