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They had sat in silence for a long time after that, waiting out the effects of the wine in the privacy of the bushes. He didn't feel embarrassed by what he had said to her; in fact, getting it off his chest had been rather liberating. He never spoke of the ranch deed to anyone, not even Cam who knew the rest of the gritty details far better than most. Maybe it was the lingering influence of the wine or the new found intimacy between them that had little to do with nakedness, but he couldn't say anything other than yes when she asked him to walk her home.

"Home sweet home." She muttered, clicking the lock open and moving aside, allowing him to enter before her. "Care for a cup of tea?"

"Probably shouldn't- wouldn't want the caffeine to keep me up." He hovered around the table, watching as she removed her bandanna and began to settle herself for the evening.

"One thing I don't understand," She began, stripping off her denim vest and placing it on the back of the chair beside him, "is why they don't have stuff like this all the time, you know? If the town is supposed to be dying because of lack of visitors or whatever, why not do more to encourage new blood to settle down here?"

He smirked as she rifled through a drawer, extracting a pair of faded red pajamas. "Probably because Rutger doesn't want to expose the rest of the world to your dancing. You really are awful, I don't think my toes will ever be the same."

He was exaggerating, but it was worth the lie to watch her cheeks go pink, her usual haughty nature returning in the face of his teasing. "Well excuse me. Some of us are a bit too busy being productive farmers to bother with learning how to waltz."

He chuckled, still teasing. "I won't stand for it. I refuse to live in a world where a beautiful girl like you can't dance." It was the first time he had ever called her beautiful to her face and both of them knew it; he could feel his face turning just as pink as hers as he moved towards her. "Come on then. Dance with me."

"Don't be ridiculous Ash, there's no music."

He smirked at her as he turned the radio dial, some old crooning love song from his mother's days echoing rather fuzzily through the room. "How do you expect to learn if you don't practice?" She sighed in an exasperated manner and seemed to give him up as a bad job, allowing him to take her by the hand and pull her towards him.

"All dance," He said softly, placing her one hand on his shoulder. "Waltz, tango, anything you can do with a partner, really, all basically involve the same movement." he snaked a hand down her side, gripping the mound of flesh just below her waist. "It's just a matter of moving your hips in time with mine, and letting me lead you."

She snorted slightly, her thumb rubbing soothingly on his shoulder joint. "This is why I'm awful. I can't stand letting some guy lead me anywhere. Sorry!" She added, having just stepped on his foot once more.

He chuckled, reflexively pulling her closer and ignoring the throbbing in his big toe. "I'd like to think I'm a bit more than just 'some guy' to you." His hand found its way to the small of her back, beginning to guide her more aggressively as they began to move in large circles about the room.

"Shush, I'm trying to dance." She dropped her eyes to her feet, watching her toes as they betrayed her once again and collided awkwardly with his. "I'm sorry, you're probably going to be limping tomorrow because of me."

He pulled her right arm sharply towards his chest, allowing her to spin out awkwardly from him before twirling back the way she came, her feet wobbling beyond her control as they both struggled to keep upright. "You know, we might actually have to take lessons. I don't know if I can fix you without the help of professional."

He had been expecting her to argue back, and was surprised when she released his hands and rose to meet him, her lips pressing against his. She pulled away quickly, quivering a bit uneasily as she lowered herself from her tiptoes. "Let's stop with all this dancing rubbish. My ego can't take much more."

She slipped from his arms went to switch off the radio, kicking off her work boots as she went. He smirked, taking a few paces towards her. "Agreed. But only because I can think of something a little bit more exciting."

"Oh you can, can you?" She looked up from placing her boots beside her dresser, a ghost of a smile about her lips.

He took a few paces forward until he was standing in front of her, neatly sandwiching her between himself and her dresser. He allowed his hand to sweep gently across her neck, his thumb lingering on the line of her jaw. "I've been thinking about it for a while now." He said more bravely than he felt, dipping his head and pressing a kiss against her lips.

She exhaled into him, her breath warming the inside of his mouth as he tightened against her, pressing her against the dresser. His hand left her jaw and went to press at the sensitive point behind her ears, earning him a tiny moan as his fingers knotted into her hair. Her hands were bunching up at his shirt collar; tomorrow he would probably have to spend an hour ironing out the creases. She was pulling him hard against her, sliding upwards until she was firmly sitting on the top of the dresser, her legs curling around him and pressing against the back of his thighs.

He parted her lips with a quick nibble, another one of her moans sending such a shiver through him that he felt his knees shake. His hands fell to her hips and tugged her roughly forward, pressing her core against his throbbing shaft. He pulled back slightly, his lips leaving hers and beginning a trail down her cheek, his hand raising to tug at the ribbon around the neck of her dress somewhat awkwardly until it opened. Suckling gently at her neck, he felt her reach for his suspenders.

He didn't know what it was that made him pull back, his breathing rather ragged in Lillian's ear as she whimpered slightly, sliding the leather down his shoulders. He knew it would have to end, and quickly. He nearly groaned, Lillian's legs pulling him closer and pushing his erection harder against her. He needed to work in the morning. He needed to be up early... He was painfully and obviously a virgin...

"Lillian..." He begged, Lillian's hands snaking around his neck and pulling his lips to hers. His voice sounded strangely muffled, half of his words lost against hers. "Lillian, this needs to stop."

She leant forward, her tongue running across his lower lip. "Give me one reason why."

He was struggling with words, Lillian having turned his head to suck on the sensitive spot below his jaw. "I'm a virgin."

She actually laughed, a loud booming laugh that seemed to echo around his head long after it stopped. "So am I. As if that matters."

He tried again, his fingers trying to catch hers as she began to attend to the buttons on his shirt. "We're drunk." He threw out wildly.

Her hands lingered on the last button of his shirt, her little finger barely brushing the waist of his slacks, her eyes coming up beneath knitted eyebrows to look at him. "I'm definitely not drunk. Are you drunk?"

"... No." He admitted. While the wine was still keeping him relaxed and if anything a little warmer than usual, he had left any possibility of drunkenness behind at the festival.

She looked up at him with a mischievous smile, popping open the last button and allowing her finger to dip below the waistband of his trousers. "Then I don't see a problem here."

He struggled to think of a rebuttal and instead focused on getting words out as her lips flew to his, allowing him to speak only between frantic kisses. "We... should be in- my house with my- bed. You... d-deserve so much better... For a first time. The-there should... be..."

She cut him off with a rather fierce bite to his lip. "Since when have we been the kind of people who do things the way they're "supposed" to be, anyway?" She slipped his shirt off his shoulders, sending him a crooked smile. "Look, Ash. I'm not a big believer in fate or anything but... This feels right to me. I don't know how I'll feel tomorrow or the next day or any number of days after but right now, this is right for me. Is it right to you?"

He grinned down at her, trying to ignore the swoop in his stomach at her words. "You're so fucking stubborn, do you know that?"

"You know, I would have forgotten if you hadn't reminded me." She leant forward to kiss him for the hundredth time that night, yet somehow her lips tasted different against his now; suddenly all that was between them seemed to become more official now, the stakes between them about to become much higher.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as Lillian jerked open the button of his trousers, her fingers snaking up through his belt loops to yank his pants down to his ankles. He felt strangely exposed, very aware that it was the first time a woman had seen him nude before. He leant forward and braced his arms on either side of Lillian, his nails digging into the dresser behind her as she reached for him.

He groaned as she traced the muscles of his thighs, her little finger barely brushing his testicles before she firmly gripped his shaft. He could feel every callous as she began to rub him, her years working both the farms reflected on her hands. He had turned his face towards her, breathing in the lavender scent as she glided over a particularly sensitive spot near the head. "Lillian..." He groaned, watching as she squirmed slightly against his close proximity, struggling to kneel in front of him.

She put her mouth on him and for a moment he saw God; her lips hot and wet as they slowly began to slide up and down his shaft. He realized suddenly that he was holding his breath, his chest aching as he battled for air, Lillian's mouth swirling around him and making him question why on earth he had ever tried to stop her. He groaned as she gently ran a jagged tooth down the side of his erection, her tongue running alongside it and making him see spots.

He found the strength to pull her back from him and help her to her feet, trying to keep his head as she sent him a quizzical look. "What's wrong? Didn't it feel good?"

"Very. But I think it's you're turn."

"But-"

Whatever argument or question she had for him was lost as he kissed her, his hands leaving the dresser to grip her waist. He pulled back quickly, his eyes finding her half lidded ones, his forehead barely brushing hers. If he was going to be the first to take her, he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he did. "How about we even the playing field, then?"

He had never undressed a woman before; even in their last encounter she had been the one removing all the clothing. He watched her carefully as he reached up to the undone neckline of her dress, her lower lip quivering slightly as he dipped a hand beneath it, his fingers barely brushing the tops of her breasts as he slipped the fabric down to pool at her waist. She was wearing a different bra, just as lacy as the last; he watched her shiver slightly as he looped a finger through each of the straps and lowered them down her shoulders.

"It's a front clasp." She said a little dazedly, her head lolling back slightly as he made quick work of it, the bra slipping off as her breasts sprung to meet him. He let out a ragged breath, trying to fight off the urge to grab her.

He braced a hand against the dresser; everything about this moment reminded him explicitly of their day in the barn. He leant in slightly and inhaled the scent pressing against him, his fingers trailing up her side and reaching to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. It was now or never; he watching Lillian shiver as his thumb traced the tendon of her neck and trailed down to her collar bone.

She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out as he traced his thumb in circles around her curves; he allowed himself to loop twice around the shape of her breasts before he continued, his thumb flicking her puckered nipple before following the line of her ribs. He tucked his thumbs under the expanse of crumpled fabric about her waist and grunted slightly as he bent and lowered it down her legs.

He wasn't quite sure how he'd done it, but somehow he had managed to grasp everything but her panties and lowered it to her ankles. He gently shifted her leggings off each foot, he erection throbbing slightly as Lillian's thighs quivered beside his face. He wanted desperately to take her right then.

She groaned as his hands grasped her calves, running along the length of her legs before arriving at her hips, his over-eager fingers tugging at the waistband of her panties and dragging down. He allowed his hands to rise up the side of her legs and grasp her butt briefly before he leant forward.

She let out a load moan as he flicked his tongue against her mound, trying to mirror her previous movements against him as he reached up a hand to spread her slightly wider. She tasted sweet on his tongue; her moans growing louder as she raked her hands through his hair, pulling him closer. He pulled back slightly, trying to remember some once sided conversation he had had with Cam about female anatomy- finding the fleshy nub he had been seeking, he encased it between his lips. She was beginning to rock against him, so fiercely so that he had to reach one hand round to grasp her firmly about the rear to keep her still beneath his mouth.

He nearly jumped when she let out another loud moan, this one accompanied by a rather large gush between her legs; he held her bucking hips in his palms, trying to see her face. "Did that hurt?"

He had been expecting her to cuff him about the head in anger and was caught off guard by her expression; she was staring down at him, her expression mirroring that of after a particularly passionate kiss. "No, no Ash. That was good... Amazing actually."

He felt himself go a bit red about the cheeks. "Ah. Right." He got awkwardly to his feet. "Does that happen every time?"

She went a bit red as well. "Only if the man is a good lover."

He felt the tip of his manhood brush her bare stomach, sending a small shiver down his spine as he nodded towards the bed. "Well, how about we confirm that theory, then?" It was about as charming as he could muster under present circumstances; it felt as if all the blood in his head was currently residing in his cock, leaving him to awkwardly take Lillian about the waist as he kissed her, steering her awkwardly to the edge of the bed.

He pushed her back gently, her weight against the mattress sending them both jostling, his erection gently brushing against her heated core and making him groan. He leant forward to kiss her, her anxious fingers gripping his wrist and guiding his hand towards the wetness between her legs.

"A-ash." She moaned as his thumb began teasing her clit, his index finger slipping inside her. "Please Ash. I can't wait anymore."

It was incredible to him the way her body roused to him, how thick her voice could ache with want- his cock gave a throb, and realized she wasn't the only one who wanted this. He rolled on top of her and braced his weight on his elbows, her legs looping about his waist and pulling him closer. He positioned his head at her sopping entrance, pulling back slightly to look in her eyes. "Lillian, are you sure about-"

He was cut off as they both cried out; her ankles had pressed against his back as her back arched, sending him pummeling into the deepest part of her core. He moaned and dropped his head beside her neck, her legs guiding him as he began to thrust.

"Oh, Goddess." She moaned, her wetness beginning to pulse around him. He struck a particularly sensitive spot, making her cry out as her hips began bucking against him, his every thrust sending him closer to the edge.

All at once she came, a sudden gush between her legs making him slick as he pumped in and out of her, her body tightening and she let out a loud whimper before she became still beneath him. He reached for her breast as he turned his face towards her, squeezing her nipple between his fingers as he sucked a breath of lavender in, the scent seeming to reside in his lower back as he gave a final few thrusts, his cock throbbing as he pulled it out, spending himself on her thigh.

He collapsed beside her, his cheeks hot as he watched her uneven breaths send her breasts shaking. "Sorry." He said rather weakly, reaching for a tissue to clean her up. "Didn't realize it would be such a mess." She was very still beside him, her eyes barely open as he threw the tissue in garbage, barely registering as he tugged a sheet up to her chin.

She finally spoke as he reached for his shirt, her arm jerking up and tugging him down beside her. "Not so fast, mister." She tucked his arm underneath her breast, curling against him and sending him a rather stern look. "If you think you can just get up and leave immediately after you have another thing coming."

He chuckled, smoothing her hair and laying his head beside her ear. "Right. My mistake."

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