A/N: So, uh, if you don't like sexy stuff I apologize in advance. If you do, it's been a while since I've written this stuff so be nice please. :)

I stepped back from the door. He walked in and shut it behind him; his eyes never leaving my face. After a few seconds of tense silence, one eyebrow quirked upward.

"I like your outfit."

My hand flew to the top of the towel, even though I had the corner securely tucked so it wouldn't fall. I looked down at my feet as my skin burned. I could feel him watching the blush spread across my skin.

"Ellie."

His voice was rough. The way he said my name was a question and a prayer. I looked up to find he had quietly closed the distance between us. He took me in his arms, one hand against the small of my back, the other brushing my hair away from my face. His fingers tangled in the damp strands, cradling the back of my head. His eyes met mine as he ducked his head, letting the tip of his nose draw a faint line along the length of my neck.

"I was told you were supposed to be resting." Goose bumps raised where his breath fanned across my shoulder. My arms circled around him, pulling myself closer as he pressed his lips against my jaw. "Do you want me to go?"

I brushed my lips against his cheek.

"No."

His hand cupped my face, holding me still as he dragged his thumb over my lower lip. His eyes searched mine, asking questions I couldn't quite understand. I pressed one hand against his cheek, rising up on my tiptoes and repeating my earlier words.

"Don't go. Please."

That was all the permission he needed. Holding my face in both hands, he crushed his mouth against mine. My lips molded themselves to his and he slid his hands along my neck, halting at my shoulders. Without breaking the kiss, he guided me backward toward the bed, stopping when the comforter grazed my calves. I gripped his head in my hands, my fingers tangling in his hair. When I couldn't put off taking in more oxygen, I angled his face upward, kissing his jawline as I struggled to catch my breath. He let out a soft sigh as I scratched my nails against his scalp, before letting one hand drop to his neck. My fingers curled around the edge of his crisp white collar to pull it open wider, but he'd only left the very top button of his shirt undone.

With the dexterity of a surgeon, I unfastened the buttons in just a second or two. He leaned back just enough to give me space to push his shirt off his shoulders, where it hung by his wrists as he joined his hands at the small of my back. I took my time exploring him, my hands roaming his broad shoulders and his chest. Pressing my teeth into my lower lip, I traced the dark veins visible through his skin with my fingers. Glancing up at his face, I saw his eyes were dark and fixed on me. I reached up on my tiptoes, bringing my mouth to his and pulling his lower lip between mine while lightly scratching a nail over one of his nipples. Sucking his lip further into my mouth and between my teeth, my hands made a slow path lower, over the defined shape of his abdomen. I reached for his belt buckle, but his hand caught mine, stopping me.

His mouth claimed dominance over mine again, kissing me with urgency and raw need. I could feel him fussing with the cuffs of his shirt, unfastening the buttons that bound his wrists to the fabric. When his arms were finally free, I untucked the tails of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, forgotten. With a growl that vibrated deep in my throat, his hands grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around him. My ankles crossed behind his back, my arms locked behind his neck, giving me leverage to press against him, feeling his response to me.

Christopher's hands slid around, cupping my bare ass and holding me more tightly against him. I knew at once he could feel my response to him as my hips rocked back and forth.

"Fuck," he groaned against my lips, taking one more step toward the bed. Suddenly, I felt the soft comforter against my back. Christopher kneeled between my legs, looking at me as I lay almost entirely exposed; the towel now only partially obscuring my breasts. He rubbed the outside of my thighs once, twice, and then reached to grab the corner of the soft fabric, pulling it away and tossing it onto the floor. "My god."

I raised myself up on my elbows so I could touch his face. He stretched himself out over me, leaning me back against the bed.

"My god," he murmured again as he kissed along my collarbone and down my sternum. His hands splayed across my chest touching my skin until he reached my breasts, cupping me gently. His fingertips teasingly traced my nipples. He left a new trail of kisses along the middle of my chest and over the swell of one breast, pausing when he reached my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive peak.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured against my skin. My hips arched up toward him, silently begging him to touch me, my fingertips digging into his shoulders as slowly explored my body.

For the second time in one day, I felt entirely disconnected from the rest of the world. The difference was stark, however. Where nothing felt real to me while I panicked at the hospital, nothing could possibly have felt more real than lying with Christopher, entirely captive in his arms. I couldn't make out everything he whispered as his lips traveled over my skin, past my breasts, and gradually down my stomach. He stopped to kiss my belly button while at the same time, one hand rubbed against my inner thigh. I gasped when his fingertips brushed against my folds and then pushed inside.

I writhed against his hand as he drew circles against my clit, toying with the sensitive nub while kissing the inside of my thigh. He pressed his teeth gently into my skin and slid two fingers deep inside. My neck arched as I pushed my head against the bed. I struggled to raise my hips to meet him, but he wouldn't let me; drawing out the pleasurable torment with his other arm hooked under one leg, his hand gripping my hip. With his fingers moving in and out of me, his breath blew cool over my slick skin as he lingered at my apex, his eyes searching my face.

"Christopher," I whispered, reaching for his head and combing my fingers into his hair. "Please."

His eyes darkened at the sound of my plea. He curled his fingers deep within me, putting pressure in just the right spot to make me gasp; my legs shaking as he nearly pushed me over the edge. But then, without warning, he withdrew his fingers, dragging them up to rub over my clit once more. The sudden movement made me cry out. I covered my mouth with one fisted hand to try and muffle the sound. Christopher grinned at me quickly and then nudged my legs further apart, spreading me open. Still smiling like a predator ready to devour his prey, he pushed inside my lips, dragging his tongue from my opening to my clit.

The slight stubble that eternally shadowed his face scratched my skin just the right way, and it took both of his hands on my hips to keep me from grinding against his face. He took his time circling the sensitive nub with just the tip of his tongue before he sucked it carefully between his teeth. When he slid his fingers inside me again, he added a third, curling them to add pressure to precisely the right place. It was then I forgot every word in my vocabulary except his name. My legs shook as my orgasm grew from a spark of smoldering heat in my stomach to a universe-shattering crash. I felt every cell in my body blast into a million shimmering pieces. He slowly kissed and stroked me until every tremor had calmed and every part of me had returned to its proper place.

It took all of my strength to raise my leaden arms to reach for him; I wanted more. He climbed over me, wiping his face on his forearm before collapsing onto my chest, crushing me with a bruising kiss. My hands worked their way between our bodies, seeking out the belt he stopped me from undoing earlier. Understanding my efforts, he lifted his hips just enough to give me space to unfasten the buckle. I set to work unbuttoning his pants as well. I couldn't manage to pull them down and growled in frustration. He laughed and kissed my mouth again before pulling away, standing straight up next to the bed.

His fingers hooked the waist of his pants, and he eyed me teasingly with a raised brow.

"One question, love," he said. "You aren't going to, uh…"

For a moment, I didn't understand. My brain was too addled, but his glance at my stomach made me understand at once.

"No," I answered with certainty. "I will not." I raised up on my knees, reaching for his hand. "I can go into detail as to why I am sure if you want."

He shook his head and let his pants drop to the floor. "If you're sure that's enough for me." he crawled back onto the bed, easing me back down to lie beneath him. Kissing my mouth, he settled himself between my legs, and I felt his hard cock against my thigh. "You can fill me in on the details later."

"Sounds like a plan," I whispered, raising one leg so my knee was bent against his side, giving me leverage to press myself against him. My hips rocked slowly up and down as he watched my face for several moments. I ran my fingers through his hair with one hand, while my other hand slid slowly down his back and over his ass. I gave a squeeze and wiggled my hips to position him closer to where I needed him to be. "Christopher, please."

"Jesus Christ, Ellie," he moaned, taking hold of his cock and pushing it inside me, stopping halfway to give me a moment to adjust. I moaned and arched my body toward him. I didn't know what I was saying as I begged him to move, but he couldn't deny me much longer. He withdrew for a second, grabbing my hips and entering me fully. Leaning over me and pressing one elbow into the bed beside me, he held my face and his mouth covered mine for a long, slow kiss. When he pulled back from my lips, the look on his face brought tears to my eyes. "Ellie?"

I blinked and stroked his face with my fingers. I couldn't find words to describe the adoration that radiated from his face. "No one's ever looked at me that way before," I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again.

"That is a crime." His body twitched inside me, and I shifted my hips slowly in response. He pulled back, holding himself at my entrance. "I've waited so long for you." He plunged into me this time, and we both cried out together. All hope of keeping quiet was forgotten. He moved with purpose now; withdrawing completely and filling me again and again until he could no longer keep up a steady pace. He let out a strained moan and hitched one of my legs up into the crook of his elbow, pounding into me harder and faster. He let go of my leg and reached between us, rubbing my clit with his thumb. That was all it took to send me back over the edge, and my body exploded again. He followed closely behind after a few more thrusts, letting out a strangled moan as he spilled into me.

We lay together in the dark, my head against his chest, his fingers drawing lazy patterns across my back. We giggled about how much noise we must have made and how much grief we could catch in the morning.

"Did you catch up to Garrett," I asked, turning my head to look up at the way the moonlight streamed in through the glass wall.

"I did."

"It felt like you were gone for a long time." I felt self conscious confessing this. Christopher's arms tightened around me as if he knew.

"I'm sorry about that."

I rolled over, resting my arm against his chest and propping my head on my hand so I could see his face.

"What did you talk about?"

Christopher sighed, stroking my face with the back of his hand. "You, mostly."

"Ah." I wanted press for more details, but just then, I couldn't quite hide a yawn.

"I promise I'm not trying to be evasive. I will tell you everything," he said softly, smoothing his thumb across my cheek. "But right now, you need to sleep, Els." I liked the way he shortened my name, and his reassurance was comforting. I laid my head down again, pressing a kiss against his chest, running my hand along his stomach.

"Or…" Tired though I was, there other things I would rather do besides sleep.

He chuckled, pinching my ass and covering my roaming hand with his own.

"Or…you could sleep."

I picked my head up, reaching for his face and pulling him closer. He permitted one chaste kiss on my lips and another on my forehead.

I pouted. "Please?"

Christopher laughed and pulled on a strand of my hair. "You know you're never going to be able to use that word when we're around other people."

I grinned. His apparent weakness when I used that word had not escaped my notice. I opened my mouth again, but he put a finger against my lips.

"No. I am only so strong and will be in heaps of trouble in the morning if I don't let you sleep." I relented, settling my head against his chest again as he pulled the comforter over me, stroking my hair until sleep took its hold.