A/N: I would just like to point out that this is a mature rated story, aka there might be a little graphic lemon this chapter so if you don't want to read it here is the G version:

~.~

Phil and Leah enjoyed a sunny day while playing ummmm let us just say Go Fish together, Leah really enjoyed herself. She even learns little bit about him, including what his favorite color is - pink, in case you are wondering.

~.~

Now onto what really happened.

31- Lemon Zest

Dinner was a quiet affair. Quite frankly the sudden shift from study, eat, and sleep all in that order of priority to this complete lack of structure was somewhat disconcerting. This stepping out of time for a while might take some getting used to, not that I was complaining, after nearly a year of constant patrol or work being a lazy bum sounded kind of nice.

I spent most of dinner staring out the large back window of the kitchen, the melting snow had revealed several empty planting beds as well as some low shrubs. What looked like some outdoor furniture had appeared as well, I would investigate the back garden more thoroughly at another time. The plants on this side of his fence could be found on the other side as well. It did not look like Phil spent much time on his backyard, he seemed to prefer the greenhouse on the top floor.

Phil did not say anything during the small meal of cheese, bread and some only sound that could be heard was the clink of the knives against the plates.

"How is your arm?" Phil asked finally breaking the silence as I helped him clean up the remains of dinner.

I flexed my left arm a little to test it, I had not recovered my full strength but I could still beat any human in an arm wrestling contest. "It is getting better every day, hell almost every hour." I had left off the sling after coming home from my last exam this morning.

"Do not hesitate to tell me if there is something wrong, there are several specialists currently on the island if we need their services. Most of them don't sleep all that much so we can call them day or night." Phil's wide forehead was crinkled in concern.

"I am mostly over my fight with the vampires, however the final exam attack might take me a little longer to recover from." It was barely dusk and I was already yawning, I needed to catch up on my sleep. "I think I will go shower and head to bed early tonight."

"All right, good night then," Phil told me with concern still apparent in his expression.

"Relax or you will worry yourself into an early grave," I told him with a small laugh as I headed upstairs to my room. It was exactly as I left it, some of my birthday gifts were still in the middle of my sitting room. During my previous stay I had acquired several large pieces of furniture but Phil's prediction of my death had kind of soured my mood and I had not rearranged the new furniture to my liking.

"There will be plenty of time to do that later," I told myself with a small shake of my head. Going into the large bathroom I walked past the shower and instead headed for the bathtub, a nice soak sounded great right about now.

The well stocked bathroom yielded not one but three different bottles of bubble bath, I picked the one that smelled more citrusy - a scent that I would from now on associate with Phil and comfort.

It did not take but a few minutes to fill the tub with steaming hot water, adding a generous dose of the bubble liquid I stripped out of clothes. With a hiss I lowered myself into the hot sudsy water, the temperature was almost a little too warm but it helped loosen the tight muscles in my neck and shoulders. Leaning back and resting my head against the wide rim of the tub I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh. The wide tub must have been made for two because I could comfortably stretch out my long legs.

I let myself just soak in the heated water for a few minutes, trying to let all the stress and tension seep out of my muscles. The past few weeks had been hell on both my body and mind; between the damage the leech had done to my body and the cramming for finals that had wreaked havoc on my brain it was only sheer stubbornness that had allowed me to make it through. Well stubbornness and Tamora making sure that I ate all my meals. After the constant activity of the previous two weeks I was having somewhat of a hard time relaxing, hell this past year had been nothing but one reason to stress after another.

The large bubble floated around me like the clouds in the sky, big fluffy and white - the way I liked the clouds that floated around my dream castle. A little over a year ago I would have the eating dinner with my parents, Seth, and quite possibly Sam. Back then my dreams would have revolved around getting my teaching degree and going back to the Rez with Sam to eventually get married.

So much had changed over the past year, my father was now gone, the thought of settling down with Sam sounded more like a nightmare than a dream to me. Even if there were no such things as vampires and werewolves Sam and I would not have lasted long after we graduated from high school. After starting college I quickly discovered that I had ambitions and was willing to work very hard to reach my goals, some of my class mates were not so industrious. Some like Jenny went to school to see the world before they returned back to whatever little bumpkin hole they had crawled out of; others went to school because that is what you were supposed to do after high school. They had no goals or plans; they were playing at being a grown-up, all the privileges without any of the responsibilities. It could have been that I was a couple years older than most of my classmates, or it could have been that I had somehow survived what I affectionately referred to as my year from hell but for some reason I was nothing like the children around me. So maybe I was wrong in my thinking and if it was not for the wolf thing Sam and I might still be together - I shuddered at the prospect. If I was a human I would have have stayed safely on the sidewalk instead of jumping on the back of the bike with Phil. The thought of missing out on my sexy, sweet and funny bad boy was depressing. Instead I would be stuck in a relationship with Sam, maybe we would have stayed together simply because that is what was expected of us - high school sweethearts and all that crap.

All that was irrelevant now, Sam was finally married to Emily. The wedding ceremony had only been delayed by a few hours, it had gone of without a hitch at least if you ignored the fact that one of the groomsmen had to sit out because I was missing from the lineup. I was told that Emily and Sam wanted to put it off while I recovered but much to my delight it was really not up to them. It had been too late to cancel their plans, everyone had already come and they were all expecting to see the two of them get married. For some reason announcing that one of the bridesmaids had been attacked and nearly killed by a vampire was not a good option, so they made some excuse for my absence and went on with the ceremony. Not that I was complaining about being left out, if it had not hurt so much I would have congratulated myself on finding the perfect way to get out of the wedding. I was not one to give that much of a crap about my clothes, I had worn some pretty awful cast offs in the past year. However, that puke green bridesmaid dress was just god awful, and Jodie had been serious about adding some padding to the bust. It might have looked nice in moderation but Jodie had decided to go over the top, instead of tastefully enhancing my small bust line the padding made me look huge and lopsided. Even my mother looked properly horrified when she saw me standing there in the dress during my final fitting.

Sam had stopped by to visit me while I was still at the Cullen house, he looked nervous as the extremely polite Esme escorted him to my room. The presence of vampires was probably the main reason why he had not brought Emily with him.

Phil was sitting with me at the time of Sam's visit, but that was not an unusual thing for him to be doing. Apparently Sam had not been informed of this little fact and I could practically see his jaw dropping open when he noticed Phil caressing my right wrist in a way that was a little too intimate to be a friendly touch.

For a minute or so Sam sat there gaping like a fish before he recovered his ability to speak. "You had better take care of our Leah or I will come after you." Sam growled out, never once taking his eyes off of the spot where Phil's thumb moving up on down.

My amusement at his original surprised expression faded and I opened my mouth ready to rip him a new one. Seriously did he just have the gal to threaten Phil and over hurting me? This is coming from the guy who hurt me worse than anyone else in my entire life? My hands started shaking in anger, I was going to rip his balls off. Phil must have felt my sudden fury because he quickly ran his thumbs across my clenched fist in an attempt to calm me.

"Take care of her as well as you did?" Phil asked in a cold emotionless voice throwing one dismissive glance in Sam's direction. Phil looked back at me after that question, Sam had been judged as unimportant and might as well not been in the room as far as Phil was concerned.

Wow I really loved the man, and his ability to take people down with a couple of words and a look was impressive to say the least. Sam quickly figured out that he was not wanted and did not stick around for long. Before his hasty departure he thanked me for saving Emily and Claire. The fact that I did not really notice when Sam exited the room was enough to tell me how little influence he had on me. Though it might have just been the fact that I was trying to lure Phil back into bed with me, he made the most comfortable pillow especially since his scent helped mask the stench of vampire that surrounded me. The Cullens, especially Carlisle were starting to grown on me, but that did not make them smell any better. Regardless of all that my ties with Sam and Emily had been completely severed, no longer was I under any obligation to see or speak with them.

I had not been exaggerating when I told my mother there was nothing left for me at the Rez, other than her and Seth. My future lay elsewhere, and more than likely that elsewhere was right here. Would this home be the one that I would one day share with Phil?

Phil had never come out and said it but there were enough hints and examples around me to understand what binding meant in this family. Forever, if that is what I wanted. The choice was completely mine, but once I made the decision to truly join this family there would be no turning back - there would be no walking away from this supernatural life and I would be expected to take on the responsibilities like everyone else around me.

So this vacation would still involve some sort of work, Phil and I would have to knock out the finer details of our relationship. Ever since Phil had left me a white rose indicating his eternal love things had come to a standstill. It was like he was determined to be a perfect gentleman, other than that one time when we played on the couch the most we did was make out. It was the right thing to do initially, it gave me the opportunity to get to know him without adding the physical relationship into the mess.

Things had changed, it had taken me a few times of being knocked around by some leeches but I finally figured out my place in Phil's life. I was ready for him to stop being such a nice guy and move our physical relationship forward. I did not want him to keep his distance, in fact I was not sure I wanted to have my own set of rooms. How was I to explain this to Phil? I could do something super embarrassing like taking off all my clothes and sitting naked in his lap; that might get his attention.

My bath was spent pondering ways of trying to get things to move along in the right direction. There was the obvious plan of wearing really sexy underwear, thanks to Phil's aunt I had a plethora to choose from. The only major flaw was that he would not be able to see it because as far as I knew he did not have x-ray vision.

I could try to wear more revealing clothing, but since that was not how I normally dressed my fears of looking ridiculous were not unfounded. He had told me on previous occasions that my ass was perfect, so that would be a possibility. Maybe wearing a short skirt with sexy underwear and 'accidentally' dropping something so that I could bend over to pick it up. That plan had some merit but I would have to time it perfectly right, with my luck his father would stop by for a visit just in time to see my lace thong.

I giggled a little bit as I thought of Phil's communication methods, he had been using flowers. The bracelet was surprisingly resilient and had managed to survive not one but two vampire attacks, I was now kind of suspecting that Phil had used some sort of alien technology to keep it together. I lifted my wrist and looked at the small white rose that had been added to my growing collection of flowers. I wondered if there was something in the language of flowers that said I want to jump your bones.

The next morning I overslept, the sun was getting close to its zenith when I rolled out of be. My my body had needed the extra sleep, I felt like a new person as I stretched my well rested muscles. Upon further examination I noted that my left arm looked perfectly healed, the dent that had been there from the spot that Phil had cut out was now completely filled in. Brushing my teeth quickly I did not bother taking my pajamas off, I was hungry as a wolf - and yes the pun was intended.

The kitchen was empty, so I made myself some granola with yogurt while I tried to decide what else to eat for breakfast. Grabbing my bowl I walked over to the backdoor, it was too beautiful a day to be inside anyway. Flinging open the door I looked around for any sign of Phil. A small metal table and two chairs sat under a tree, a small pathway made out of some pretty looking gravel led the way to the table. The stones were not at all uniform and the bright sunshine brought out all sorts of colors in the small pebbles. The table was shaded by a large tree, or it would have been large had it not been for the behemoths that grew right outside the fence. I placed my food on the table before sitting down and looking above small green leaves looked newly formed and perfect, they had not unfurled completely and a small amount of green hued sunlight was able to make it through.

It was here that Phil found me when he came walking around the house, in his arms was a large basket that seemed to be filled with dead plant matter. "Morning, Princess," he called out when he noticed my presence. He was certainly in a good mood this morning and utterly relaxed, I had not seen him this mellow since before the first vampire attack. It was a good thing that he did not age because my poor luck would probably have given him several grey hairs by now.

"You look completely stress free. Have you been smoking pot again?" I teased him with a smile as he propped his basket next to the tree and came to sit in the chair on the other side of me.

"No but I did finally get a couple of good hours sleep last night," he explained while trying to examine what was in my bowl.

"Hey get your own," I told him defending my granola by brandishing my spoon around. "What do you mean you got some sleep, have you not been sleeping?"

He started looking a little embarrassed for a moment, and I wondered why he would feel self-conscious about not being able to sleep. "I might have possibly been watching you sleep."

"Pervert," I told him, hoping that I had not pulled a Bella and talked in my sleep. Seriously my dreams the past couple of weeks had been extremely vivid, I had been afraid that while sleeping I would relive the nightmare of that vampire attack but my mind had other ideas. My nights had been filled with dreams of Phil and all the lovely things we could do to each other, it kind of amazed me that I had not even seen him naked because in my fantasies I had ripped his clothes off time and again. Maybe that is your subconscious trying to give you a hint.

A cool breeze blew Phil's smell in my direction, layered upon his usual scent was the aroma of outdoors and fresh sweat. I don't know why but I loved the smell of sweat on Phil, maybe it was the fact that it made him seem more male - not that he needed help in that department. Sweat on others was not always pleasant, but Phil was generally very fastidious about his hygiene and so he never smelled of that rancid and nasty sweat like other people. Suddenly my mind supplied all the ways that I could make him sweat even more. My body reacted quickly to the scenarios that were running through my head.

I opened my mouth intent on making some flirting remark that would encourage him to make his moves, "so where exactly are we going surfing?" Leah Clearwater you are such a coward, just say it - I want sex. What is the worst that can happen?

"There are several places to surf, it all depends on how confident you are and how crazy you want to get." He looked up from my bowl after realizing it was empty of food, seriously he liked to eat almost as much as I did.

Anger at my own cowardice suddenly consumed me. This was getting ridiculous, I was an adult, he was an adult, and sex was a completely normal thing to want. Why can't you just say it Leah?

Looking away from the direct gaze of his green eyes I watched as a small bird landed on his fence, its mouth filled with freshly dug worms. Someone baby bird was going to enjoy a tasty lunch today. I took an unnecessary breath as I gathered my courage, my cheeks flooded with heat probably turning a fiery red. "So can you surf on an island." I risked a quick look at him, my suggestion was not as direct as I would have wished but I hoped he would understand the deserted island reference. He is the one that kept promising me we could find that place where none of his family could interrupt.

"Well technically you surf in the water not on an island, but really it depends on the beaches of the place, there are..." he stopped in the middle of the sentence. The spoon he had been playing with fell out of his fingers clattering to the ground. Phil seemed not to notice that he had dropped my spoon, instead he turned that brilliant green gaze straight at me. His eyes were fully open, I watched as the pale green of his iris almost completely disappeared as his dark pupils dilated. I had hear the description that someone's eyes were on fire but I had never seen it before, Phil's eyes were scorching as they met mine.

The past couple of weeks we had never been alone, either his mother or mine were constantly with us. Then Phil had gotten busy with work while I started getting ready for my finals, we had not spent any time together since before I had gotten hurt. Not since I admitted to myself that I loved him.

Phil had been leaning across the table almost like he was trying to get closer to me but suddenly he pulled back. Phil looked a little uncertain for a moment, that was definitely not his usual look. Maybe I needed to give him a stronger hint?

"What is wrong?" I asked him quietly looking up into his light green eyes.

"I am trying to figure out if I heard you right or if this is wishful thinking on my part." He spoke softly, almost like he was talking to himself.

A small laugh escaped my lips, it was strange seeing Phil question himself since most of the time he was completely confident in all his actions. Maybe I had messed up because he did not seem to have any clue regarding how attractive I found him to be. Did he not know how much I wanted him right now? I was going to have to come out and say it. I leaned down to pick up the fallen spoon before depositing it safely in my bowl. The table was small but it was too far away from my taste right now, I gathered my courage and stood up only to place myself in his lap. Phil was always quick in understanding the situation, he rapidly shifted his long legs to accommodate my sudden need to use him as a chair. His long fingers came to rest on my hips, steadying me as I shifted around finding the most comfortable spot. I was now surrounded by the scent of citrus and sage, for some reason this gave me the confidence to go for it.

Raising both of my hand and running them softly across his wide cheekbones I looked deep into those jewel green eyes of his. Doing this should have been much easier than killing two vampires, but for some reason I was much more afraid now.

"I love you." This was only the second time I had told him this, again he got that same goofy grin on his face. Before he got serious again.

"Do you mean it?" His voice sounded uncertain.

I looked at him confused, had I not told him I loved him before? "What do you mean do I mean it? I told you I loved you."

"When you were all drugged up... I thought that was just... well never mind. So you really mean it?"

I was getting angry, how could he not tell the difference between drug induced mumblings and the truth. "I figured out I loved you a while before the leeches kidnapped me."

He looked hopeful but cautions. "Then why did you not say anything beforehand?"

"Because I was afraid." In retrospect it was somewhat foolish.

"I love you, Princess, please never be afraid of telling me anything. Always and forever anything mine is yours." He gave me a soft kiss before lifting his arms and securing me a little tighter against his chest. I did not mind as I snuggled closer, his steady heartbeat with its funny little skip was comforting to me. When you compared him to some of the wolves Phil looked lean and but it was obvious that underneath his clothes Phil hid an amazingly fit body. One that I was determined to finally see and possibly touch.

Hmmm did he mean anything, anything? Oh what the hell! At worst he can tell me no.

So I threw all caution to the wind and went for it. Was I not the girl who singlehandedly kicked the asses of two leeches and got damn close to killing a third? I reluctantly lifted my head from its comfy spot on Phil chest and looked him in the eye.

"I want sex, hot monkey sex, hanging form the chandeliers sex, the neighbors complain and call the police because there is so much screaming they think someone is being murdered sex, can't walk straight for the next week sex..." Phil's eyes turned wide and his jaw dropped, gaining confidence I decided to go for it and make all my demands. "I want to see you naked, and I want to be able to get a turn at playing with you. And if any of your family walks in they had better bring popcorn because there is going to be a show, or at least there will be if you would say something."

For a moment he looked like he did not know what to say, finally he managed to clamp his jaw shut. I was kind of proud of myself, I had managed to surprise the mind reading psychic.

"May I ask what has brought on this change? Not that I do not appreciate your demands." One of his hands had found its way underneath my shirt and was rubbing slow circles on my lower back, that small caress was causing goosebumps to erupt all over my body.

When I became a wolf large chunk of my femininity was lost, along with most of my self confidence. My body was comparable to a teenage boy, tall and lean made up of mostly arms and legs. My previously long hair had to be sheared off short for practical purposes, the same went for my nails. My former pretty clothes no longer fit, and my new ones were not really all that practical when I might have to shift at any moment. I could toss small cars around better than most people can throw a baseball. I had nothing by way of boobs, and even my periods stopped. Only the fact that I had to sit down to pee reassured me that I was still female.

Despite all this when Phil held me in his arms I felt pretty and dainty and like a woman. I looked up into his face, he had that look in his eyes - the one he would get when he did not think I was watching. All of his focus was be directed at me, his large dark eyebrows were drawn down almost like he was angry but that was not the case. The flaring of his nostrils, the rapid beating of his heart, and the pure fire in his eyes told me another story altogether. I had always wondered what it would be like to peel away the masks that Phil wore, to remove all those restraints that he had place on himself. It was suddenly becoming obvious that I might just get that wish, and see Phil for what he was without the rules of civility.

Phil's intense look was quickly shutting down all of my brian function, but one thing was obvious - I was not a mind reader but from the look in his eyes I was going to get what I wanted and more.

"I got tired of waiting for the future to begin, I want to live in it now." I tried to find the right words so that he would understand. "When I was dying in the cabin the only regret I had was that I had been too much of a coward to tell you how I felt."

We sat there for a few minutes silently, I might have been worried if it was not for the fact that he never broke eye contact. "Are you sure that this is what you want Leah because I have to warn you once we begin there will be no going back." His voice came out as a deep grumble, I had never heard it so low before.

My body reacted to his words, my nipples pebbling under the thin cotton of the extra large t-shirt I had slept in. I was pretty sure that my shorts were starting to get a little damp and if he kept talking using that voice they would be completely soaked in a minute or so. "I am sure," it was somewhat embarrassing how breathless my voice had become.

"All right on a more practical matter I know you don't want children right about now so birth control, I am on it...do you want to take something?"

"I trust you to take care of that, not that I have a period or anything," I told him slightly embarrassed to be talking about this, but I guess if I was willing to have sex with him I should be able to talk about birth control.

"Good, well I don't think the chandelier would support our combined weight. Other than that I would be happy to accommodate your requests." His dimpled smile had a hint of mischief in it. He did not give me a change to react to his bold statement instead he bend his head and sealed my mouth shut with his. Phil's kisses tended to start slow and sweet and eventually get to a more heated embrace; over the past month I had gotten used to this slow and steady build.

This time he did not begin with tenderness, he was not being a gentleman and asking for permission. Today he was going to take what he wanted by force if necessary, his kiss was all heat and fire. His agile tongue made wide, forceful sweeps into my mouth; I was given two choices one was to give in or I could fight this attack. Relaxing in his embrace I allowed his strong arms to wrap around me and mold me closer to his hard body, this felt too good to fight - whatever he wanted to do to me I was willing to concede. He smelled of citrus and sage and Phil a combination of scents that would have taken my breath away had he not already done that with his kiss. I let out a low moan as I rubbed my tongue against his, it should not have been possible but he tasted citrusy - sweet, tangy and of oranges. I lost what little control I might have left, shifting in his lap I straddled him pushing my hands into his hair and pulling the silky strands out of their bindings. The thin cotton of my shorts were not much of a barrier, I could feel the roughness of his jeans against my heated flesh. Rubbing myself against him I could feel the evidence of his arousal starting to get larger underneath me, the rough denim was not what I wanted to feel against my sensitive skin.

Reluctantly pulling away, I tried to catch my breath so that I could ask my question. "My room or yours?" my words came out as a gasp.

Phil's laugh was low and quick, the fire in his eyes had not dissipated at all. He shifted his hips lining himself up with me before giving a small thrust. I threw my head back and groaned as he found the right spot to rub. A minute or so more of this and I would have been able to cum right here in the middle of his garden. Not that I actually cared about who was about to watch, at this point someone could have been selling tickets to the show and I would have been all right so long as Phil continued to rub that hard ridge against me.

Phil attached his mouth to my neck nipping and licking the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulders. "We...really...should...take...this...inside." He told me between bites down my neck.

"Sure," I told him not really paying attention what he was saying. Without warning my view of the garden shifted as Phil lifted me. He had his arms securely wrapped around me as he stood up. He was through the door in less than ten strides, there were several handy couches near the kitchen but to my surprise he did not stop next to one of them. At this point one of those couches looked good enough to play on, there was really no need to go all the way upstairs.

He shifted me in his arms as I wrapped my arms around him, brining my mouth closer the exposed skin on his neck. I followed his example and bit down on his neck, his neck must have been just as sensitive as mine because one little nip caused him to falter after a few steps, maybe it was not a good plan to do this while he was carrying me up the stairs. I reluctantly lifted my mouth away from his neck and looked up at his face. His wide jaw was locked tight, the muscles in his cheeks straining - it looked like I had finally got to him. I gave a little victorious smile as we turned and entered his rooms.

Only once before had I seen his rooms and that was only during a quick tour, we had never actually entered. The overstuffed leather couch theme with the built in bookshelves continued here as well. I got a quick glimpse of some oil paintings of landscapes and then we moved on.

It might have been the fact that we had stopped kissing and that gave me enough time to think or it might have been because we stepped into the large bedroom, but it finally dawned on me that I was going to have sex with Phil. Suddenly getting nervous I went through all the bad scenarios, what if I did something wrong?

I was half hoping that he would just throw me on the bed and have his way with me, I was never nervous when he was kissing me. Usually I was too busy feeling and trying to kiss him back. Phil of course never did the expected, instead of putting me on the bed he sat me on one of the wide side chairs next to the window. After gently depositing me on the chair he took several reluctant steps away from me. His hair was wild around his face from where I had repeatedly run my fingers through it, his cheeks were flushed, and I could hear his rapid heartbeat and breathing but all he did was stand there. The bed behind him was a huge fourposter monstrosity, definitely made for two - I took a deep soothing breath in and tried to shallow the nervous lump that had suddenly appeared in my throat.

"Now what was your first request? Oh yes you wanted me to get naked." It was now that I noticed he had somehow lost his boots between here and the kitchen. Not that I had much time to contemplate his missing footwear, in one fluid movement he pulled off his shirt and exposed his naked chest to me. I took in a deep breath and never released it, I had suspected that his chest would be hairless and the well sculpted muscles did not surprise me either. No, the part that shocked me to the point where all my nervousness was forgotten was the tiny silver bar that was inserted into his left nipple. The nipple piercing came as a complete shock, never had I suspected what was hiding under those t-shirts. The though of running my tongue around that tiny bit of silver brought back all of my previous excitement and then some. If I had known about his I would have fought much harder to get him naked, my little bad boy was going to pay for holding out on me.

"Anything else I should know about?" I asked him never taking my eyes off his chest, my voice sounded was shaking but at this point I did not care.

"Shall I continue?" Phil asked reaching for the button of his jeans, his voice did not sound that much more steady than mine had.

I followed the dark narrow band of hair down from his bellybutton to the spot where he was fiddling with the button of his jeans. "Stop being such a tease," I was watching like a hawk but he was not doing anything.

"I thought the point of this was to tease," he told me with a laugh but he quickly undid the button before pushing the zipper down. His upper body blocked my view as he pushed his pants all the way down, stepping forward he left both pants and socks behind. But I could appreciate the view of his wide shoulders and naked muscular back.

As he walked towards me completely naked I could not look at his parts, instead I decided to do some teasing of my own. My eyes moved down to where his toes were curling into the plush carpet he was currently strutting across, of course he had to have sexy feet but I had seen those before and they did not hold my interest long. I surveyed his long and lean calves next as they flexed and stretched with his movements, before coming to a halt a few feet from me. The jeans he usually wore had given some indication of the fact that Phil's thighs were huge and muscular but looking at them this close to me I was starting to wonder how he actually fit into said jeans. I spent some time going up and down the thighs with only my eyes, picturing running my fingers and tongue across those thick bands of muscle. I could see the muscle flexing under my gaze, almost as if he knew what I was plotting. It took me nearly a minute before I finally moved my eyes up to where I really wanted to look.

Nearly swallowing my tongue I stared with a great deal of awe at his very erect penis I realized my estimation of him had been wrong. From our occasional play I had known all along that he was well endowed, the length is not what shocked me, that part detail while impressive was not as surprising as the width of his penis. It was a darker color than the rest of his skin, I could see the pulsing veins on either side moving with the rhythm of his rapid heartbeat. I licked my lips wondering what he would taste like if I followed one of those veins up to the large head of his penis.

Glancing up I noticed the cocky little grin that had spread across his face as he slowly walked towards me. But I guess he had every right to be confident when he had that in his pants. I leaned back in my chair as he started moving closer, his long muscular arms settled on the sided of the chair effectively caging me in.

"So tell me Princess, do you like what you see?" His smug little smile was starting to make me a little nervous.

Well here we go Leah, time to man up so to speak and grab a hold of life. So that is what I did, smiling as innocently as possible I reached over and wrapped one hand around his thick dick. All it took was one tug to gain a reaction, the flush on his face increased as I could see his eyes practically rolling back into his head. I did not have much time to gloat at my success as Phil glared down at me for a second before swooping down and capturing my mouth in another drugging kiss.

All games were forgotten as I lifted my hands in order to run my fingers across his newly exposed flesh, hard and hot but silky soft. Very little by way of body hair meant that I could run my hands across his skin with little to no impediment. Walking my fingers past the rigid muscles of his abdomen I had enough though left to head towards that little bit of silver that had originally held my attention. He groaned into my open mouth when I finally reached and circled his nipple with a single finger.

After his second groan his tongue became even more aggressive pushing its way into my mouth and shoving my own tongue out of the way and he licked the inside of my mouth. His hands were not idle either, as soon as he started kissing me they had roughly pulled my unresistant body up and towards his own naked flesh. As I made contact with his heated skin I just gave up thinking and just let myself feel as his tongue slid in and out of my mouth mimicking some other activity that involved thrusting.

He wrenched his mouth away from mine groaning, "take it off." Not bothering to wait for an answer he was already reaching for the hem of my shirt and was impatiently trying to take it off but he ran into a problem when he refused to let go of my mouth.

The shirt finally made it off and I pulled myself up against him trying to rub my chest against his. The hard pebbles of my nipples rubbing against him tore his attention away from my mouth and seconds later he was planting hot kisses on the way down my neck. Taking one small nipple into his mouth he sucked hard before biting gently down on the sensitive nub, he was not one to play favorites so he kissed his way across my chest to give my other nipple the same treatment. Since I was holding onto his shoulders he let go of my waist in order to cup a breast and rub the nipple with his thumb while he sucked on the other one.

Soon Phil left my very well used nipples behind and kissed his way down to my belly button before he swirled his tongue around it. I squirmed a little, wanting his tongue a little lower. My body clenched in anticipation as I lifted my hips to help him take off my pants. Instead of letting my body fall back on into the chair he cupped my ass with both hands and pulled me up to meet him.

He did not tease me a lot, probably a testament to the fact as to how much he wanted this as well. Instead he went straight for the goods, after using his shoulders to make me part me knees some more he swept his tongue from my entrance all the way to my clitoris.

"You are wet," he mumbled against me as he gave me another lick, "did I ever tell you that pink has now become my favorite color?" His tongue was soft and agile as he circled the small bundle of nerves that seemed to control my entire body. My hips started moving up to meet his tongue wanting and needing him to lick a little harder.

I felt his shift as he took my clit in his mouth and sucked. "Please." I whispered, hoping that he knew what I was asking for because at this point in time my mind was not working well enough to be able to say more than just one word.

I felt a finger circle me before he pushed it a little bit into me. Lifting my hips, I tried to encourage him to go deeper but all he did was twist it around just on the inside. That was when he started sucking hard on my clit in rhythm with the movement of his finger in and out of me. Soon another finger had joined in as he increased his pace, all ability to think left me at this point.

I was so close to finishing that my back was arching in anticipation of going over the edge, and then he started to slow down. No, no, no I needed it faster, harder. He gave one last kiss and then pulled away completely.

I looked up at him, confusion and frustration filling my body as he denied me my orgasm. Phil did not give me much time to ponder his strange actions, "this time I want to join you." The fire was even hotter in his eyes as he looked at the spot he had just abandoned.

Picking me up bridal style he carried me to his huge bed, I reached up for him and tweaked his nipple ring, "you could have just finished you jerk."

He gave me a big smile, full dimples and all, as he helped me get settled on the bed - it seemed even during sex Phil liked to play. The creamy white sheets were cool against my heated skin, but they did not hold my attention for long.

Phil normally laid back persona seemed to take a backseat in the heat of the moment. His normally languid movements were a little more hurried as he lowered himself on top of me, I shifted my legs apart to accommodate his narrow waist - my hand automatically going up to his shoulders as he settled his elbows next to me. His kiss was softer this time, his lips tasted slightly musky and I was going to assume that was due to me. His slow languid kiss pushed the fire inside of me higher, wanting more I lifted my hips up to meet him.

I could feel him lining up with my pussy, I rubbed myself against him a little in anticipation spreading some of my copious juices on the head of his dick. Phil continued to kiss me slowly but deeply almost like we had all the time in the world, but I could feel the tension in his movements - he was deliberately holding back. He was rubbing himself against me in small circles, it was almost as good as his tongue and to quickly the tension that had been mounting earlier returned. While before I had needed an orgasm this time I wanted , no I needed that penis in me...right now.

"Phil," I moaned trying to push myself against him but my angle was wrong, he was not helping me at all.

"Yes Princess?" He asked pretending there was nothing going on, but I was not fooled by his words especially when they were spoken in such a low growl. He finally did what I wanted, slowly sliding an inch or so into me. I was surprised at the tight fit, but he was not a small man and it had been a while since I done this; for a moment I was glad that he had spent the time preparing me. I got angry and growled at him when he withdrew a little bit, grabbing his hair I pulled him down to me for a deep kiss trying to coax him into pushing fully inside. He swiftly gave into my demands and slid another inch inside of me, stretching nerves that had never been stimulated before. He repeated the back and forth movement, and this time I did not get angry though there might have been some encouragement on my part - my nails were digging into a shoulder trying to gain the leverage to get more of him. Back and forth, retreat and advance, - he was going for too slow.

Then a final deep thrust bound us together in the most primitive way possible, I searched for his mouth as I wrapped my arms and legs around him trying to get even closer. He started moving at a slow pace, my body adjusting to his rhythm met him half way. His measured pace was driving me insane with need, as my body was slowly pushed towards the edge of that cliff. I was torn between wanting to prolong the sheer pleasure of filling me with everything he had and the knowledge that at the end the explosion would be better than before.

"Come on Leah," he whispered as he started to increase the pace, I could feel myself being pushed higher but it was still not enough. He seemed to understand my dilemma because he reached behind him and grabbed one of my legs, hitching it over one of his elbows. This opened me up a little more, and when he combined that with the tilting of his hips as he thrust in rubbled me just the right way. I could feel the increased friction, one or both of us was swelling even more causing an increase of pressure with each thrust. It took only half a dozen more quick movements of his agile hips and I was flying. I reached the stars and beyond, as my entire body convulsed with pleasure so intense it could have been pain. My release seemed to trigger his, and after a few deep thrusts he too followed me, groaning my name before he buried his face in my neck.

I don't know how long we lay there, trying to recover both our breaths and the ability to think. Running my hands up and down his sweaty I inhaled slowly, our scents had mingled and combined to the point where I could not tell the difference between the two. I could feel him slowly getting softer and retreating from my body, despite its very recent orgasm my body was protesting a little over the loss. I wanted to hold him close and keep him there, never before had I wanted to stay close after sex - usually there was the fear of getting caught if we prolonged the process. Maybe this was what it felt like when it was between two adults instead of kids trying to grow up too quickly.

"Are you all right?" he asked, gently pushing away a sweaty strand of my hair in order to look into my eyes. I noticed that he had not moved his hips away from mine, maybe I was not the only one who needed to prolong this closeness.

"Umm, yeah." I told him enjoying the feel of his body relaxed against mine. I noticed that he made sure to keep most of his weight on his elbows, he was always taking care of me.

Phil heaved a reluctant sigh before pulling away from me. "I will be right back." He told me as he walked naked out the door. He came back less than a minute later with a damp cloth and helped me clean up.

"So Princess, did you like that?" He asked as he tossed the towel aside and lay down facing me on the bed.

I turned to my side so that I could face him. "It was all right," I light with a small shrug.

"Is that so?" Phil sounded amused, not fooled even for a second.

"Hmmm maybe we should do it again, just for practice, maybe you will get it right the second time." My smile was a little bit cheeky as the British might say.

"All right," he told me with a serious look and a nod. I watched with surprise as he rolled over to his back. "We might as well get started practicing."

He pulled me across his body, lining me up with his waist. Since he was not wearing any pants I was pretty sure that the thing poking my hips was not a gun in his pocket - it appeared that little Phil was happy to see me.

"Don't you need some time to recover?" So I might have sounded completely shocked, but I thought guys needed some time to get things going again.

"Not exactly human," he told me with a small grin, "and did I not warn you that once we got started we would not be stopping for a while."

I returned his smile and leaned down to kiss him, this time I would control the pace. I rubbed myself against him a little, the recent activities had made me a little more sensitive and I could not hide my shudder of pleasure. This was going to be fun.

A/N: All right I had better get comments, tell me what I did right and wrong. I get really nervous writing that stuff... I don't know how much detail you want. All right I have rewritten this chapter at least four times, sorry if it is riddled with spelling mistakes I am just going to throw this out there.

Jaime2772: There is your fruit salad, Leah made a quick recovery and so did Phil :D. No seriously I need the adult version of Breaking Dawn, I might have to look for a fanfic version - though I get kind of pissy when people don't stick to the characters. I mean why bother calling them that name when you are not going to be true to their personality.

Elphaba85: There you go sexy alone time, and not one member of the family interrupted. There you go, hopefully the longest and most detailed lemon. I promise there will be more in the next chapter too.

Ms Animegoddess: Glad you liked Phil's mom, like I said before she will be around again but with a little more hint of mischief. Tell me was the lemon too much info? not enough?

Connect2jb: Glad you like the updates, do you think the level of detail too much?

ABarbieStory: So was alone time what you expected? Are you surprised that no one interrupted? Maybe Tam saw it coming and to ensure future grandchildren patrolled the region and went so far as to tackle one of her nieces that had innocently headed for Phil's house to see if she could borrow a cup of sugar. Yeah a Phil and Sue clearwater showdown would be fun to watch.

Domino88: Glad you like, Leah's transformation has been fun to write at times, though it is also kind of fun to just let her total bitch out. Cause she just does it so well.