A/N: Hello; I'm back! Thank you so much for the reviews! I love them so much so please keep reviewing! I'm sorry this took a bit long; real life kind of interupted lately. My husband and I were in a wedding last weekend; He was the best man, and I the maid of honor sooo...quite a bit of responsibilty there. but it's over so! Enjoy! REVIEW!

PS: Okay so things are heating up...it's not explict by my own opinion...but you've been warned.

Chapter Sixteen: Splish Splash!

Theresa leaned back into the tub; one of the perks of being a 'midget' she could easily soak without having to have her legs hang off the side; as Charlotte often complained of. She sighed; this was just a bad day. A really extraordinarily BAD day. Maybe if she stooped down lower in the water she could drown herself, she though bitterly. Her skin already rubbed raw; she scrubbed still, trying to get the horrid stench of urine off her.
A knock at her door pulled her from her thoughts.

"I'm in the tub!" she shouted. Splashing merrily for added effect. Shocked the door knob turned and someone scooted discreetly in her room shutting the door behind them. Her gaze traveled him. God; he was sexy. Damn her to hell! She was angry. Remember pissed the hell off; that's you. "Excuse me, what the hell are you doing?" she seethed, slapping the water. As he stood smug arms crossed. God; he was beautiful. He leaned on the closed door arms crossed over his chest. He was still in uniform; his dark hair tied back in queue.

"I am came to check on you, you were crying." He said smartly.

"Yeah well, I got pissed on…in more ways than one…it kinda has the effect." She mumbled crossly. Covering breasts with her hands. "Do you mind?"

"No..." he smirked. "I don't..." he advanced on her himself of his uniform jacket; he half-harzardly threw the garment on the bed behind him. Before she could react he snatched the lightly scented bar of soap and brought it to his nose giving it a tentative sniff. He nodded appreciatively; with a soft cracking sound he kneeled down behind her; dipping his hand in the basin, before he brought it to her slightly tanned sculpted back. A shiver crept down her spine as the fingers worked the slippery soap into her skin, messaging slow lazy spots on her shoulders, she suppressed a sigh. It felt like heaven. His large calloused fingers working the knots in her back. A soft groan slipped past her lips.

"So how was it then?" she mumbled. Her eyes gently shut; as she hung her head forward. Giving more access to the shoulders he worked so wonderfully. Her long dark hair hung in her face making a curtain around her face, as the lower portion floated in the soapy water.

"Pardon?" his deep voice sent goose bumps over her skin.

"Your raids. How'd they go?" a soft chuckle escaped from between his lips.

"In all honesty that…is the…..absolute last thing I wish to discuss." Eyes still shut, she merely shrugged slightly.

"Okkkaaay, well what would you like to talk about?" she mumbled almost inaudibly, as his hand squeezed her shoulder with an exquisite amount of force. She sighed as his slippery fingers trailed to planes of her back, leaning forward resting her chest against her knees she gave to man more access to her back. Her breath hitched in her throat as he leaned forward with her, his breath tickled her ear.

"Did you miss me terribly?" his voice was husky and soft, her whole body trembled. This was bad. The more time they spent together, the more she senses left her. The more her 'virtue' seemed to be at stake. Dumbly she nodded vigorously.

"Yeah…I actually did." He chuckled; he placed a soft attentive kiss against the shell of her ear. He was surprised when she sighed contently and lulled her head backward; laying in the crook of his shoulder; giving him full access to her neck. Her arms were still crossed protectively over her breast.

"I must admit…" he trailed feathery soft kisses down the exposed area of her neck, as her head lay against him. Her belly tickled, a strange feeling of warmth pooled in her belly; and threatened in a strange way to...explode. "I missed you as well." He muttered. Theresa groaned lustfully. Opening her eyes; she lifted her head.

"Can you get me that towel?" She was surprised as he did quickly as she asked. Not only that but he held it open for her; gentleman that he was, adverting his gaze. A small smile found its way to her lips. Screw Sophia. Whose room did he come to? Who did he miss when he was gone? Wringing out her long hair; she stepped out of the basin; she stepped into him as he wrapped her in the towel, pulling her flush against him. He crushed his lips against her; hungrily. His calloused hands roamed her body as his kissed her; one wrapped tightly; possessively around her waist the other tangled itself in her damp hair. Their tongues danced; in and out; making promises of things to come. Her small hands found their way to his hair; all but ripping it out of its braid. He growled. Pulling away; her hands tangled themselves in his hair. She sighed as he rested his forehead against hers; looking down at her.

"Leave it down; when your with me." She said breathily; her darker blue eyes met his. He felt a surge of arousal flow through him at the affect his hand had on her. Her sweet innocent face flushed pink; eyes hazy with want. Her thin frail fingers twirled lazily in the slight waves of his hair. Gently almost tenderly; he captured her lips against with his. Both hands clamped down forcefully on her hips dragging her body back against him. Her small frame fused tightly against him. A soft moan emitted from the back of her throat; making his arousal almost painful. Moving from her lips he kissed her jawline; moving down to the hollow of her neck almost roughly he kissed; sucked and bit the tender flesh.

"Oh my God…please don't stop." She couldn't believe she was begging. His touches; kisses were driving her insane; and she didn't even care. This moment was all that mattered; and all she knew was if he stopped now…she thought she might die. Actually die. He growled against the soft flesh of her neck; his lips dragging down her neck to her collarbone. "Please..." she sighed; her hands fisting the soft white linen of his shirt; tugging it violently out of his breeches. He hissed as her hand absently brushed against his need. Her pouty coral lips formed an 'O' as her eyes peered up at him through her full dark lashes.

"I will not take you virtue...that is your furtures husbands to take from you…I won't rob you of that." She was slightly taken aback when he pushed her back a bit, holding her at an arm's length. She clutched the towel tightly against her body; what the hell was with these people? She thought almost angrily. She had never looked more beautiful to him than she did at that moment. Her chest heaved; as she held the towel tightly her eyes wide as she looked up at his large form. She had better be grateful; he wouldn't have stopped for…anyone else. Wouldn't have cared for their virtue or future. Blast him! He thought bitterly. If he had kept his bloody mouth shut he could have her writhing beneath him right now. Theresa took a deep shaky breath; she was a grown woman. She had to act like it. She wasn't scared; quite the opposite; he made her feel things; things she never let herself feel before. He started this; he had to finish it…if he wouldn't. She would. What was the worst that could happen; he would reject her...no she couldn't do that yet... But a thought crossed her mind as she eyed him…resting on the obvious situation, he didn't even try to hide from her. No, she would finish it. Even if it was not the way he thought she would.

"I should be going." He cleared his throat; he turned his back to her. He shifted uncomfortably; as he tucked the half pulled out linen shirt back into his breeches. He was slightly taken aback when Theresa huffed; clenching her fists as she closed the gap between them.

"Shut up; "she hissed. Shoving him hard in the chest with both hands in the middle of his chest. His icy blue eyes widened considerably as he was pushed by the smaller woman to sit on the foot of her bed, as she lifted a leg over his lap, lowering her weight teasingly on to him. She ground her hips into his lap teasingly. As both her small hands held his face between them as she crushed his lips against hers forcefully. There was something exhilarating about being the aggressor, she couldn't help but feel in control; powerful as he kissed her back.

"You should let me…I won't be able to stop." He muttered between kisses that he trailed down her neck nipping her ear lobe. Theresa's fingers tugged his shirt over his head throwing it behind her over her shoulder.

"You won't have to." Her hands glide over his bare heated flesh of his chest; sinking to her knees.