A/N: So... I'm sitting in a seminar right now... but I'm sitting in a corner and managed to turn a little, so nobody can see what I write... I hope... ugh... anyway... here goes:

The feeling of finally being buried deep inside of her was unbelievable. Holding still for a moment, letting her adjust to his length, he looked into her eyes. They were filled with a desire that resembled his own, surprise – most women had been surprised at this point, but his Ziver certainly looked the most beautiful in it – and love. Not the kind of love that would actually have them stay together forever – get married, have kids – the kind of love that showed him just how much she needed him. Not anyone – just him.

She must have seen the same in his eyes and, even though she was glad not to be the only one with those feelings, it scared her a little that they both were unable to resist the temptation. They had always been known to have complete control over everything, but this was out of their hands.

Their attraction had not been there from the beginning, at least not as strong. It had developed over time, until it wasn't possible to hide them anymore. They were out of control and the only way the two agents might be able to gain back the upper hand was for them to act on those emotions.

This was how they tried to explain the happenings of the night to themselves – losing control to gain back control – but in reality, they lost more control than they gained back.

Adjusting to his length had given her too much time to think, the rational part of her brain had somehow become more present again and Jethro could see that in her eyes. He too had started thinking, but having a beautiful, naked, young woman wasn't the right time to let his mind be in control of his body. He started kissing down her neck, his nose slightly buried in her hair, taking in her scent – mango-y – and the salty taste at the nape of her neck. All her doubts vanished when his lips reached that one sensitive part of her neck and she let out a low groan.

This little cue was all he needed to start moving again. Sliding out of her and back in a moment later.

She gasped at the realization that this was really not a dream – having thought that this would only ever happen in her sleep – but was quickly convinced that the main reason why this must be real was that it felt way better than any of her dreams had ever had. To her surprise, she could already feel her climax sneaking up on her, even though it usually took some time with other men.

When he felt her inner muscles tensing some more, he knew she was already close. Bringing his lips back up to hers, he kissed her passionately, trying to keep her from screaming too loud – his poor neighbors – and he brought one of his hands between them, stroking her clit slowly.

She came a second later, the rhythmic tensing of her inner muscles bringing him over the edge with her.

A/N: I can't believe my computer didn't know the word 'clit' … well... I'm still sitting in that seminar... should post this before I get on the train home... Yesterday I came home to 9 reviews on this story :D... THANK YOU! I love you all!

brook: I'm studying English Language/Literature and Philosophy... basically because my goal is to become a writer... In Germany, there is not a Major in writing, especially not English (and who wants to write German?) so yeah... all your comments made me smile :D