A/N: Okay so I know this is going to disappoint a lot of you (or not, I'm sure!) but seeing as how this is a Sheila/Caleb fic, I've decided that Chase really isn't that important. Therefore, he won't be taken completely out of the story (because he is needed) but you just won't be seeing him in it as much. I'll mention him here and there, but other than that, he's done... For now...

Oh and this chapter and the next one does take place at Nicky's and seeing as how Nicky's is forever packed, there will lots of action and drama going on!

CHAPTER 18:

The Harlan Hunters

Finally the first week of school came to an end. It was Friday night and Sheila had just returned from a nice, long shower (in which case she had run into a VERY naked Reid who grinned wickedly at her as he pulled a blushing Tyler into a nearby stall) to find Kate sucked halfway in her closet, carelessly tossing pieces of clothing over her shoulders, all the while grunting and panting about how she had nothing to wear.

Sheila half dove onto her bed, wriggling excitedly beneath her covers, and watched with great amusement as Kate continued the air assault on the room with her clothes.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to find something to wear to Nicky's."

"Nicky's?" Sheila had heard about that place. It was where the old and the underaged alike would go to get their drink and foosball on. "What's so special about tonight?"

Kate erected her stance, shaking her layered hair from her face, and smiled triumphantly as she clutched a floral patterned dress in her hand. "The Harlan Hunters are playing."

Sheila nodded her head. "Oh..."

"They're a great band." Kate slipped the dress over her head, the material sliding gracefully along her chocolate curves. "You should come with me and check them out."

Sheila thought about it. Hmm, stay here and sleep while everyone else in the whole dorm building was out having fun or go and enjoy herself. Caleb would more than likely be there. She bit her lip. And probably Aaron too... That's a lethal combination. 'Bad, very bad.' She didn't want or need any more drama right now. Walking in on Reid and Tyler doing who wanted to guess what was enough for her to handle this week.

And there was the fact that her catamenial period was coming up. Her arousal scent would be magnified by 100 times and that alone would cause any male to go into a frenzy. Going like that into a bar packed with drunk men was like throwing a PS3 into a caged off ring full of video game nerds.

It would be a bloodbath...

Although... She could Use to tame the scent... But then she would be concentrating so hard on doing that that she wouldn't be having any fun at all...

Damn.

She nestled herself further into her bed. "No." She sighed, rubbing her tired eyes with the back of her hand, and turned her body away from Kate before closing her eyes. "I think I need to make peace with my bed."

Kate stood in front of the full length mirror, checking herself out from every possible angle. "You sure?" She dabbed a bit more gloss on her lips, then smiled, seemingly satisfied with her appearance.

Sheila smiled. "Yup."

Kate let out a long, deep groan as she pulled her leather jacket on. "Oh well..." She placed a hand on her hip dramatically and inspected the manicure on her other. "I guess Caleb will just have to be disappointed then..."

Sheila's eyebrows furrowed together, but she kept her eyes closed. "What do you mean?"

Kate was now standing over her. Sheila could hear the tinkle of the chain link handle to her purse near her face. Kate leaned down, her warm breath brushing the surface of Sheila's ear and neck. "He asked me to bring you..."

Sheila's blue eyes snapped open with a sinful grin. "Give me 15 minutes."

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"Do you think Aaron will be here?" Sheila pulled her pea coat closer to herself as Kate reached for the door to Nicky's, tugging it open. They were immediately hit with a blast of what sounded like the last notes to a kick ass guitar solo. The crowd cheered, chanting for more.

"Does it matter?" Kate shrugged. "Besides, the Sons will be here, plus Chase, so if anything happened..." Her voice trailed off, not wanting to fill her friend's head with horrible possibilities before they even stepped foot in the joint.

"Yeah, I guess you're right..."

They stepped inside, the huge, metal door pushing a harsh wind against their backs, dead leaves swirling about their heeled feet. The place was bigger than it looked on the outside. To her right, Sheila saw the band on stage, strumming up their instruments for the next song, the crowd of writhing, sweaty bodies swaying to the beat.

"Come on!" Kate yelled, grabbing her hand and tugging her through the crowd toward the stage.

Sheila was beaming. The energy of the place floored her as she entered and as the lead guitar let out a low purr through the amps, she could feel her body responding to the testosterone, hyping itself up for one hell of a night.

She followed closely behind Kate, passing the bar and a couple of pool tables on the way, and brushed passed a laughing Reid, who was holding a pool stick in one hand, collecting a wad of twenties in the other from a scowling Tyler.

She paused in her walk and leaned her body against Reid's, her mouth flush to his ear. "Hey, cutie, save me a game, okay?" He turned his face into hers causing her lips to brush his cheek and smiled, nodding. Sheila laughed, allowing Kate to continue leading her to the dance floor.

And that's when she spotted him. Passed the small wooden tables and bar stools, further passed the bathrooms and the unused jukebox. Tucked into a far corner of Nicky's were the foosball tables and there stood the most delicious looking man Sheila had ever seen.

He was playing a game of foosball with Pogue, Chase casually leaning against a near wall as he waited his turn. Clad in only a wife beater and some butt hugging jeans, Caleb expertly rolled the bars on the table, tossing the ball into his goal with practiced ease. He triumphantly raised his fists in the air, his arms bulging, sweat dripping down his muscles in an erotic dance.

Oh, what Sheila would give to be able to lick the sweat from his body...

Or better yet, be the one making him sweat... Her nipples hardened at the mere thought.

The game progressed and Sheila watched his golden eyes light up and dance, playful and alert. He was laughing, his dog tags bouncing across his broad chest, and as he scored another goal, accentuating the victory with a little happy dance, Sheila swallowed.

'My God... He is pure sex on legs...' The succubus stirred and Sheila stopped walking all together, her hand sliding from Kate's grasp.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Sheila unconsciously fluffed her hair and ran her tongue over her teeth. "How's my hair? Anything in my teeth?"

Kate laughed. "No. You look ab fab."

"Ab fab?"

"Absolutely fabulous." She patted the other girl's arm. "Don't worry. He already likes you." Sheila blushed. "Let's dance, yeah?" Sheila nodded. "Maybe we can stir up some trouble."

"Yeah." She paused, gaining confidence, and completely ignoring the fact that her body was already tensing up to release some major shock waves. "Yeah!" Sheila grabbed her hand and guided her to the dance floor. "May we have a scandalous time!"

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Caleb felt her before he saw her. Even through the stale scent of beer and cigarettes, he could smell peaches, the wind from outside blowing through and bringing her arousal right to him. He inhaled deeply and searched for her as he awaited his turn to have another go at foosball.

He spotted Sheila on the dance floor, moving along to the sensual back beat of the Harlan Hunters, Kate laughing and dancing beside her.

It was as if someone had pushed the slow motion button, then refocused the picture on just her. It looked as though she were submerged underwater, her limbs rippling in slow, fluid movements. Her hair, long and curled, lifting and twirling around her face as her body twisted suggestively around the sea of squirming, sweaty concert goers. He smirked as he noticed all male eyes were fixated solely on Kate and Sheila as they playfully moved with each other to the music.

The dim stage lights softened her already nymph like features, casting a mix of yellow and red gels upon her glistening face. She snaked her arms into the smoky bar air, her hips undulating with the beat of the drums and bass guitar. She smiled, tilting her head back and closed her eyes as the stage lights slowly shifted from red to blue.

Caleb watched her, practically salivating, and as she ran her hands lightly over the front of her dress, he imagined for a brief moment that her hands were running the length of his chest and abs, where they came to a halt on his thighs. He shook his head, the song ending, and eyed her as she grabbed Kate's forearm, yelling something at her while pointing at the bar.

Kate nodded and Sheila shakily walked off the dance floor, adrenaline and thirst coursing through her veins. Her heart was thumping wildly and she was in desperate need of water. She stepped under the regular house lights and Caleb's breath faltered. Her skin carried a faint glow, like the sun glinting of the ocean, her eyes bright, anxious and sated.

She wove her way easily through the labyrinth of tiny, wooden tables that were overflowing with empty bottles and people. A hand reached out and gently took her arm in its hold. Caleb stirred, his eyes flashing.

Sheila looked at her arm, then at the man. He was drunk and much older than your average 20-something bar hopper. His eyes were half lidded, his breathing labored as the fat that encased his bones surely crushed his lungs and clogged his arteries. Drool ran in a fine river down his chin.

He smiled, revealing a row of yellowing teeth. "Hey darling, what's a gorgeous morsel like you doing in a place like this?" His words slurred together, the mug of beer he held in his other hand teetering dangerously, liquid sloshing down the sides and onto his meaty hand.

Sheila frowned. "Obviously not avoiding the town trash..."

"Oh come on, honey, don't be like that... I just want to talk..."

"Aren't I a little too young for you-" She pulled her arm from his grasp and narrowed her eyes. "-sir?"

He ran his fingers along her arm, savoring her soft skin. "That's okay, we ain't gotta tell yer daddy..."

"My father's dead."

"Well tonight's my lucky night then, huh?" He went to stand, reaching out for her again, but Sheila took a quick step back and delivered a lethal up thrust of her palm to his nose. The man fell back into his chair with a groan and Caleb laughed.

"Look, mister, obviously your tiny brain doesn't understand when someone says no, so you touch me again and you'll be meeting my father sooner than you think-" Her eyes flashed and she put on her sweetest smile. "-in hell..."

She turned with a superior flip of her raven hair and idled up to the bar, ordering herself a water. The bartender handed her a bottle of Fiji with a wink and she paid and thanked him, then melted herself into a nearby chair, fanning herself lazily with one hand, her tongue hanging comically out.

Caleb straightened his stance from the wall he was leaning against and wiped his hands nervously on the side of his jeans. "Pogue, man, I'm gonna sit the next one out." He rubbed a hand across his chest. "My heart's just not in it tonight."

"Sure, Cay." He glanced at Sheila and put on a Cheshire grin. "I think I know why..." He nodded toward Sheila and Caleb's eyes followed, blushing. "And I'm pretty sure I know what your heart-" He paused. "-or rather, another important body part, would like to be in tonight..."

Caleb winked at Pogue, holding a finger to his lips, and touched his knuckles to his friend's before going over to Sheila.

He somewhat danced his way to her, bobbing his head to the Harlan Hunters, and upon reaching the table, he leaned over her and planted a butterfly kiss on the top of her head. The smell of peaches was overwhelming and Caleb's eyes drifted shut.

"Hi, beautiful." His voice grew hoarse as a minor shock wave tumbled over him.

Sheila smiled. "Hello."

"I'm going to the bar. Want anything?"

"Root beer, please. Extra cherries."

He nodded, bought the drinks, and returned, taking a seat next to her with a grin.

"So I never expected to see you in a place like this..."

Sheila dumped a handful of cherries into her chilled mug and took a deep sip. "Yeah... Is that what you told Kate when you asked her to invite me?"

Caleb's eyebrows knitted together. "I didn't ask Kate to bring you..."

"Oh..." She covered her cheek with her hand, trying discreetly to cover the oncoming blush. "You didn't? Kate said... I just thought... Maybe..."

He laughed, nudging her playfully. "I was joking. Of course, I wanted you to come." He took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together, and she smiled. "You think I wanted to look at Pogue's ugly face all night? Hell no. Why do that when I can stare at all your gorgeousness instead?"

He stared at her and she at him. It felt as if he were falling yet at the same moment, still sitting, motionless.

Sheila shifted in her seat. "What?"

Caleb shook his head. "What?"

"You're the one staring..."

His face flushed. "I'm sorry." He took a deep breath. "It's just... Your eyes... They are very..." Her eyes flashed quickly to gold, then back to that deep blue he loved so much. He blinked, his compliment trailing off.

"Different?" He nodded. "Yeah, I've been hearing that a lot this week."

"That's not what I meant."

She smiled and popped a cherry in her mouth. "I know. With the exception of you guys and Kate, I've come to find that most people either see me as a piece of meat or as competition."

"Here at Spenser?"

Sheila laughed, the sound causing Caleb's heart to flutter and his pants to tighten. "Especially at Spenser!"

"And why, pray tell, do you think that is?"

A serious expression stoned her face and she fixed a piercing gaze on him. "Because of the way I look..."

"The way you look?"

"Yeah, I'm not ugly, Caleb. I know this and people, especially guys, notice."

'They sure do...' Caleb thought as he watched her take in another deep breath, the tips of her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her dress. He licked his lips and swallowed. "Yeah." He squeaked. "I guess I could see that..."

She swatted his arm, smirking. "Shut up..."

She bore her eyes into his and Caleb let out a tiny moan, unable to help himself. "God..."

"What?" Her eyes widened and the sapphire color of her eyes deepened in its vividness.

"Where did you get such striking eyes? I don't believe I've ever seen that shade of blue before."

"Oh..." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and Caleb cursed himself inwardly for not seeing it first. "My mother gave them to me."

He smiled. "Well that was really generous of her, wasn't it?"

"Almost as generous as you've been to me."

He let out a short, booming laugh. "Almost."

"I'm serious." She sighed. "I really want to thank you."

"For what?"

"For being so nice to me... You and Kate and the rest of the boys..." She paused. "You didn't even know me and yet you accepted me into your little family..." She took a deep breath, filling her lungs to its capacity, and let it out slowly. She squeezed his hand. "It's a nice feeling... You know, like you belong... So thank you..."

They sat and listened to the Harlan Hunters for a bit. Caleb bobbing his head and Sheila watching Kate as she danced, her long limbs and perfect moves suggesting that she used to be a dancer.

"So..." Caleb finished off his Sam Adam's (Yes, a beer. Nicky's known the Sons and their fathers forever and knew that if he snuck the boys a little something to drink, their parents wouldn't mind and the Sons weren't stupid enough the drive home drunk.) and gave her a quizzical look. "I saw you take out that fat guy over there." She nodded. "Where did you learn those moves? I mean, first Keira, then that guy. He's got a good 200 pounds on you, if not more."

"I took a self defense class a couple of summers ago."

"Why?"

"My dad."

"Oh, didn't want his little girl getting hurt by a horny, teenage guy, huh, so he made you take a self defense class just in case you found yourself in some back seat unwillingly, right?"

She swept her thumb over the back of his hand. "Not exactly." She hesitated. "He was actually the reason, not the instigator."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't understand... Why would you need to defend yourself against your dad?"

"I had to ward off his attacks somehow. I wasn't just going to sit there and take it, so when I finally got old enough to drive, I took myself to the police station and took a class."

"If you went to the police station, why not just report him then?"

Sheila scowled at him. "It wasn't that easy, okay?" She paused. "He was all I had left... If he got put behind bars, I'd have to move in with foster parents. I'd lose my house, my friends..." Her voice shook and Caleb kicked himself for asking so many questions and upsetting her.

He reached out and caressed her cheek. "Why would anyone want to hurt you...?"

She closed her eyes. "Because he was drunk..." She drew in a deep breath. "Because he could..." She drank the last dregs of her root beer and popped another cherry in her mouth. She threw the stem into an ashtray occupying a small space on the table.

"Hey, you wanna see a trick?" It might not make her feel 100 percent better, but he sure as hell was going to try.

Sheila's eyes lit up, the scared, little girl from a moment before completely gone. "Like magic?" Her succubus was fully awake now, watching him with a golden gaze behind her blue eyes.

"Sort of." He motioned to her bowl of cherries. "I would need one of those."

She picked up one and as she held it between her forefinger and thumb, the fruit spinning innocently between the teens, she smirked. "Last one..." She opened her mouth slowly, nestling the cherry between her pink lips, the stem sticking out. She bit into it slightly, a trickle of juice running the length of her chin.

Caleb groaned, looking away as he licked his lips. He wanted to wipe the juice away... with his tongue... He pulled a napkin from the center holder with a grunt and brought it to her chin, but she stopped him. She shook her head with a coy smile and tapped his mouth, tracing his lips with her finger.

Leaning into her slowly, his eyes locked on hers, his tongue darted out, lapping up the red river of juice that had dribbled on her chin. Sheila's breathing hitched, her chest rising and falling fast, the tips of her beaded nipples erotically brushing his pecs.

He continued upward, putting his mouth on hers, and lightly brushed her lips with his. Caleb's eyes rolled. God... She was so soft... So warm...

He wanted in...

But he wasn't going to push. Praying for control, his tongue snaked out again, this time tasting the cherry on her bottom lip. She gasped and taking the end of the cherry stem gingerly between his teeth, he pulled, the tiny 'pop' as the fruit separated from the stem audible above their heavy breathing.

He eased back into his chair with a grin, pulling the stem from his teeth. "Now... The trick..." He turned his body from hers to where his back was completely facing her. She peered over his shoulder curiously. He tsked. "No peeking..." He put the stem back into his mouth, his tongue rolling over it, sizing it up.

She watched him, her breath held, mouth slightly open in anticipation. He heard her gasp behind him as he closed his eyes and willed them to black. Then pulling a clear image of her in his head, he went to work on the cherry stem.

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Sheila gasped and brought a hand to her throat, swallowing hard, the steady rhythm of her heart increasing as the sensations increased. Caleb was still turned away from her, working diligently on the cherry stem, when she felt- What? A hand? A tongue?- run down the smooth curve of her neck to her collarbone.

She looked around wildly, praying that no one was watching her as she leaned back in her chair, her head falling back with a sigh. Her hand reaching up, following the invisible path of the whatever it was. Down her breasts, over her stomach, and under the folds of her skirt where her hand stayed poised on the outside of her panties. She licked her lips in anticipation.

Power (not her own) surged an electrical buzz around her, but she was too far gone to even contemplate as to where it was coming from, the succubus within pushing away all her fears and second guesses and replacing them with need and want. The unseen tongue licked again, this time at the crevice of her breasts. Her nipples hardened and her legs unconsciously spread wider, her core silently begging for attention. Her fingers twitched.

Caleb smiled, his nostrils flaring as he sensed her growing arousal. He turned the stem over in his mouth, twisting it, turning it, and the imaginary -Mouth?- trailed wet kisses to one of her nipples, then the other.

Suckling. Nipping. Twisting. Turning.

Sheila closed her eyes and bit her lip, stifling a moan. Pleasure spiraled through her lower abdomen, hot and needy. The tongue glided down her stomach, circling her belly button a few times before it moved lower to the place just above her clitoris.

The cleft.

And that's where it stayed. Circling lazily. Driving her mad. Her hand slowly trailed a feather light path along the inside of her thigh, itching to touch something.

Something wet...

Sheila groaned. 'Come on...' Closer and closer her hand came...

And then...

The tongue licked.

Once.

Twice. Harder this time.

Sheila moaned, her hand shaking, poised above her clitoris, the only thing separating her and release was the sheer fabric of her panties. Just one touch. A pinch. Anything...

"There you go. All done."

She let out a squeak and nearly jumped three feet in the air. If she wasn't already sitting, she would've fallen to the ground. She sat up and opened her eyes. Caleb was facing her again, a toothy grin plastered on his face as he held out the cherry stem, now bent into the shape of a star.

He furrowed his eyebrows and wiped a few drops of sweat from her forehead. "You okay? You look... hot..." He inwardly did a happy dance.

Sheila nodded vigorously. "Yeah..." She swallowed, her throat suddenly scratchy. "Yeah... It's just... Hot... So hot..." She took a deep drink from her water bottle. "Hot in here..." She smiled when he placed the star in her palm. "Great trick..." Her eyes were glossed, golden, as if she were lost in another moment, another place. She licked her lips. "Great trick..."

Caleb smirked triumphantly. Pogue and the others will shit a brick when they realize it was him who just Used, but he didn't care. It was worth it. He didn't do it to be mean. He just wanted to give her a taste. Let her know what it would be like if she decided to pursue a relationship with him, well sans Using, of course, but Caleb was confident, if not cocky in his sexual experience.

He knew how to take care of a woman... Or two...

And it wasn't just all physical, either. He actually relied more on the emotional connection than anything and hoped Sheila saw that he was, in fact, a good person.

Sheila tore her gaze from his with much resistance on her succubus' part. He was giving her The Look again. The one where she was the only person in the room and he wanted nothing more than to just take her in his arms and devour her.

But in her present state, she definitely wouldn't mind...

She resorted to looking around the bar, fanning herself lazily with her hand. Caleb could smell peaches each time she flicked her hand in his direction, causing his head to swim.

'Not now...' He thought. He wanted to be in control this time. He didn't want to lose his mind just because she was dressed like that. And smelled like that. And probably tasted like that too. "That" being warm, soft, and eager.

"It's hot in here, huh?"

He dumbly nodded and she slowly slipped off her jacket, the fabric sliding over her shoulders flawlessly, pulling a strap of her dress down. Her scent hit him full blast, his sex getting instantly hard, pushing against the fly of his jeans.

Her body was turned away from him as she placed the jacket on the back of her chair. He reached out his hand and gingerly fingered the strap.

The damn thing was tempting him. Taunting him.

If she felt him, she made no sign of it, so he hooked the strap gently beneath his pointer finger, drifting it easily up, his palm splayed, taking in every inch of her silky arm. He stopped at her shoulder and with very brief hesitation, ran his shaking fingertips down her now exposed spine.

Sheila closed her eyes, breathing deeply in. His hands felt electric on her body and she didn't want him to stop, so instead, she leaned into his touch. He felt her shudder and Caleb smiled.

He returned his hand to the top of her back, palm resting on her shoulder as his long fingers traced her neckline upward. She turned to face him, her legs uncrossing as she did so, and looked at him from under her lashes. She sighed as he brushed a few fallen tendrils of hair away from her collarbone.

One hand on her neck again, his thumb rubbing her throat gently, the other involuntarily resting on her knee. He could feel the heat of her sex through the folds of her skirt and his hand itched desperately to go higher.

He swallowed. 'Oh dear God, help me now...'

He felt her throat vibrate lightly as she let out a tiny moan. He stopped, gulping back another lump in his throat.

"Please don't stop..." She begged in a throaty whisper.

His forehead let off a fine sheen of sweat, his body trembling harder now. He dared a peek at his crotch, his erection thumping violently in tune to his heartbeat. "You traitor!" He hissed at his swollen appendage.

She leaned into his hand. "What did you say?" She mouthed against his palm, kissing it tenderly. She pulled his hand back a bit, taking hold of his middle finger, and traced her lips with its tip. Then, much to his surprise and pleasure, she licked it before taking the length of it in her mouth.

Caleb's other hand closed in a fist, his fingernails digging in the soft flesh of her thigh, but she didn't seem to notice or care about the pain or the fact that his hand had left the safety of her knee, lingering just inches from her core. A deep rumble of delight formed in his chest and Sheila grinned as she continued to suckle his finger.

"Uh..." He tried to focus his eyes on his zipper - anything! -, but forfeited the effort and looked up. "Oh my..."

She was leaning forward, his finger long forgotten yet wet, the hand that it was attached to pulled and placed on her hip, his thumb circling her belly button. Her hands were placed face down on the space of seat between her knees. Raven hair tumbled in curtained waterfalls about her face, her breaths coming out in little whimpers.

The way her arms were set, shoulders hunched forward, head tilted demurely to one side, elbows locked, her cleavage at attention and full view, made both dress straps fall, pulling the top of the dress down a little, but enough to show Caleb that she wasn't wearing a bra. Pink, sun kissed nipples peered innocently back at him from beneath the sheer fabric of her dress.

"Touch me..." Her voice was low, melodic, almost like a siren's song.

Inviting and deadly at the same time...

'Holy shit.' She was the hottest thing he had ever seen. So eager, yet so untouched. 'Yes...' Caleb's eyebrows furrowed. 'No... This is wrong...' He tried to jerk his hand away, but she caught it, forcing it up her rib cage, and ended it at her breast, squeezing her hand tightly over his, giving Caleb a supple handful. His thumb quickly went back to circling, this time around her nipple, and she bit her lip in approval.

"Yes... Like that..."

'Isn't this what you want?' Caleb shook his head. 'No, not like this. It's just wrong... It feels so wrong... Like I'm taking advantage of her...'

Sheila heard his thoughts and smiled, preparing to cut him some slack, but the succubus had a different idea. Pushing out a light wave of energy, it engulfed her, causing her brain to short circuit and any thoughts not pertaining to sex were tossed away.

Another wave.

Caleb attempted for a second time to pull his hand from her oh so tender breast, but she held fast.

"C'mon, Caleb..." She purred softly, allowing her hands to reluctantly let go of his. She reached between them and smoothed her hands down the length of his neck and over his tensed shoulder muscles. She could feel him shaking and gained some satisfaction out of knowing she was now in control.

Her touch was light, innocent even, but a fire trail followed in the wake of her fingers. Her scent so heightened that peaches was all he could smell. But he didn't care, he would gladly drown in it to make this moment last forever.

"Caleb?" He looked at her and she smiled, her fingers finally finding his erection. She skimmed it gently and it jumped in response.

"Y-yes?" His voice was hoarse with anticipation.

She locked her gaze on his, her eyes no longer blue but a brilliant gold. "Touch me..." She scooted further up her chair, her butt resting on the very edge, making his hand on her thigh slip further up her skirt, her sex so hot it would've scorched his hand if it could.

He nodded, dazed, lust and greed consuming his brain cells. "Okay..."

A/N: Goodness! What is wrong with those two...?! So naughty! Well, at least Sheila can use the succubus as an excuse, but what about Caleb?! Tell me what you guys think, please! Next: More Nicky's!!!