Hey, everyone. Back for another chapter.

Thanks to Idcam for the review! Yep Reves gave him a talking to in her own way. See, she's not all bad. LOL

*Warning!* Sexual content in the form of digital (finger) penetration (not sure if that's a term but it is now).

Fair warning, it may be a little crass! You may want to skip most of this if it is not your cup of tea.

While this will be the last explicit scene of this nature, don't make the mistake of thinking we are close to over. Slow burn means slloooowwww. Especially where these two are concerned.

When Kevin returned to his own locker room he was having difficulties keeping it together. Things were going just fine until that insufferable broad goaded him into overthinking his resolution. Having nowhere else to project his exasperation, he snapped at Kid without being provoked in the slightest.

Shawn had then escorted a visibly wounded Kid out of the locker room, leaving Kevin to sulk in his own misery. And sulk he did. He sat down with his head in his hands feeling like a complete asshole. He had to stop taking out all of his frustrations and projecting all of his shitty feelings onto Kid. Before this whole predicament, he would have never snapped or been so short-tempered with any of his buddies. Yeah, the boys were aggravating as hell to look after and while each of them might be pricks to those around them, they never were to each other. Kid was simply an easy target to cast his rage onto because he was also smitten with the Little One. Poor Kid didn't even understand why Kevin had been being such a dickhead this entire time.

If things continued as they were Kevin could see no viable solution to correct them. That was the precise reason he tried to persuade Vince to get rid of the girls and a lot of good that did him.

In the next moment, a knock on the door came to impede his lamenting.

Not giving it any thought, his voice called out a gruff, "Come in!" As he wondered which asshole dared to interrupt his sulking.

The door creaked open slowly and as the figure cautiously entered, the glare that was etched on Kevin's face instantly dissipated. He stood to his full stature as she warily padded further into the room. His heart leaped in his chest at the unexpected presence of this tiny creature.

She halted some feet away and they merely stared at one another for several moments as if neither was quite certain exactly what it was they were viewing.

His brain then shifted immediately towards panic. Get rid of her! Tell her it was just a one-time thing and it meant nothing, he attempted to argue with himself in a pathetic excuse for reason.

Gradually, she inched forward a step, gazing at him more directly and he felt his resolve weaken.

Who the hell had he been trying to fool? He had no resolve when it came to this girl.

Studying her petite form, he truly took her in for the first time in days. Her attire was certainly a peculiar one, therefore he began at her tiny feet just as he had that day in her room. She was sporting a pair of Chuck Taylor Converse. However, rather than her signature high tops, these reached almost all the way to her knees, resembling a pair of boots. He had never seen such a thing, but strangely, they appeared as though they were made for her.

She was wearing an asymmetrical skirt of white gossamer over a pair of black and white horizontal striped leggings. Her white tank top had been spray painted with the letters nWo across the chest, a touching homage. Yet, what predominately drew his attention was the black leather, under-bust corset cinched snuggly around her slender waist.

Kevin couldn't help but question who the hell had approved this attire. There was nothing remotely revealing about the ensemble. Her arms were about the only portion of her body that was exposed. Perhaps it was the provocative nature of the corset, much too risqué for such a demure creature. Perhaps it was because he was already privy to every inch of soft and enticing flesh hidden underneath her unorthodox garments, but his brain shifted again to that lust-addled state. He cursed himself for it, but still, he felt his body go on edge as he envisioned her wearing that – and only that – while he was buried deep inside her tight little passage.

Her makeup was altered too. Her eyewear, more dramatic, caused her emerald irises to pop like shiny gems. However, it was her lush mouth he was focused on at the moment and her lips that were painted red. Not that bright, gaudy red that someone like Scarlett wore, but a deep wine red, like his favorite merlot.

Despite the innocent blush that glowed in her cheeks and the diffident smile that curved her lips a touch, she seemed suddenly much older, every bit the woman he had made her. Perhaps it was that harsh glint in her eye. The one telling him that while she was elated to see him, she was also circumspect in light of his actions and she didn't quite know whether she wanted to grant him her trust.

Their eyes met again and in the continued silence they seemed to share a conversation:

"You left."

"I'm sorry."

"I feel betrayed."

"I know. I'm an asshole," his chest rattled when the words he thought were inside his head came hurling out.

"I concur," Heather retorted expeditiously.

Kevin appeared astonished by her biting rebound, as though stupidly, he hadn't actually expected her to agree with him even though he had shown her no reason to think otherwise.

A brief expression of horror flashed across her countenance before she dropped her gaze and drew in a long breath. "I mean, not truly," she retracted her statement with a deep blush, "but could you find it in your person to not comport yourself as such? Perchance?"

She offered him a sheepish sort of grin and he couldn't help himself, his heart burst with affection in the same manner in which her cheeks burst with color. "Perchance," he conceded smugly. "Towards you. I can't make any promises in regards to the rest of my behavior," he confessed with a boyish grin, hoping like an idiot, that she would find him charming.

Her emboldened words still caught him off guard when she returned, "Oddly enough, I expected nothing less." Her gaze returned to his and she straightened her stance. He hadn't even the slightest comprehension as to how much she yearned to fling herself at him and tell him precisely how severe the effect of his absence had been on her. Yet she remained grounded, dignified – she prayed.

Kevin looked her over again. He had been standing with one foot out of the door throughout this entire ordeal, ready to make a swift break when it suited him. And even as she had once fled, there she was now, firmly planted in the center of the room, stubbornly rooting herself inside his heart, just as surely as he had rooted inside hers. She had found her absolution. Now she was waiting for him to find his. She was holding him accountable and it was high time for him to accept what he was; what they were to each other. There was only one conclusion to be drawn. No other solution to unearth themselves out of the trench they had hollowed out together.

His gaze drifted down to the object she had been clasping, just noticing it. "Whatcha got there, Little One?" he asked, the haughty smirk returning to his face as they started anew. There was still much to discuss, he knew that, but, his heart wasn't ready to go there yet. For now, he simply wanted to watch her eyes shine and her face glow.

Heather's heart vibrated in her chest when he addressed her with his exclusive endearment for her. She gripped the jewel case housing a homemade CD in her tiny hands. She had been so mesmerized by the very sight of him that she had nearly forgotten that she was clutching it. It would seem for dear life, much the way she had grasped the ropes previously to keep herself from either fainting or drifting away (although she knew both scenarios to be quite improbable).

"Th-this?" she muttered, her features radiating brighter still. Her sight averted to the object in her hands, fixing on it for a moment before promptly concealing it behind her back. "It is nothing. Puerile really. D-don't pay any mind, please," Heather entreated in a meek voice.

Heather closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath before expelling it slowly. She hadn't braved her way in here and risked encountering rejection to retreat now, had she? She had been terrified to venture here and confront him. She still couldn't speak all the things she would like to. Not yet. But she could do this. It was humanly impossible to humiliate herself any further than she already had since this entire tribulation had begun – although she did wonder why she continued to subject herself to it.

Biting her lip, Heather brought the case from behind her, holding it out but not necessarily offering it to him. "It's s-silly," she began, her apprehensive stutter making itself known again. "It's, umm…I, I made this and umm…it's really st-stupid, but I, I j-just completed the last track and…" her voice trailed off, just as she averted her eyes, too bashful to meet his gaze.

A wide grin spread across Kevin's face. "Is that for me, Little One?" he questioned in a soothing tone as he surveyed her diffident manner.

The petite girl's only response was to nod her head deliberately as her gaze flickered up towards him. As he reached out for it, however, she instantly withdrew, clutching it against her chest as though it were a priceless relic. "Wait!" she said with an alarming brashness, "First, you have to promise me that you will not laugh, or rib me later on."

Kevin chuckled, shaking his head at her urgency. He studied the glow in her features as he grasped for it again. "Why would I-"

Heather promptly took a step back. "Promise me!" she commanded, brows furrowing together, "Or I am not giving it to you," she threatened with the menacing aura of a weeks-old kitten.

Kevin thought back to that day in her room and how if she had not been so truly irate, he would have burst out with uncontrollable laughter. He couldn't laugh at her here either, much as he wanted to. He stared at her much too serious face. Precious. Much too precious.

Kevin observed her entire being again, from her new aesthetic to her reticent manner, to her stoic expression, and the dreamy haze hiding behind her emerald eyes. How could he ever have thought about walking away from this lovely creature?

She was his dark princess. His Sweetness. His Little One. And he needed her just as much as she needed him. Maybe more.

Leaning down until they met at eye level, Kevin smirked at her in a manner that declared him to be too arrogant for his own good. "I promise," he delivered in a low and husky timbre, the smug grin creeping across his mien as he did so. Then he cut off her tiny gasp as his mouth captured hers fervently.

Although caught off guard, Heather sighed against his kiss and felt a trembling in her knees. She had been yearning to feel this sensation for days and even had moments of doubt that she ever would again. When he deepened the kiss, she pressed into it. Ignoring the stinging of tears at the corners of her eyes, she released a whimper. Her body was vulnerable under his spell until she sensed him grasping for the disc in her hands as he tried to procure it from her. Her fingers gripped more firmly and she abruptly yanked it back.

Kevin was surprised at the strength with which she jerked the case back. Thus a playful tug-of-war ensued with each of them vying to take possession of the prize, all the while never forsaking their kiss. Kevin could feel Heather smile against his lips and it sent an unanticipated rush through him; his girl smiling, happy. He allowed the battle to wage on another moment or two before he effortlessly yet gently overpowered her. His stalwart arm ensnared her slender waist as he lifted her off the ground. Forgetting her object, Heather's tiny hands found refuge against his broad chest, her very touch igniting little sparks against his skin.

Shuddering he eventually released her and lowered her to the ground again. "For me? Thank you, Little One. This may be the second-best early birthday gift I ever got," Kevin waved his reward with a triumphant smirk, however it hardly seemed to register to the girl.

Heather was staring up at him in a dreamy, dewy-eyed haze. After a moment, she blinked. "It's your birthday?" she queried in a small, far-off voice.

"Tomorrow," he confirmed as he grinned at her.

"Oh," Heather murmured inaudibly as she bit her lip and her eyes dropped to her feet. She pondered whether she should feel foolish, having engaged in such intimate activities with someone with whom she was unacquainted with the very rudimentary information such as their date of birth.

"We've never really discussed that one, have we?" Kevin shrugged flippantly as though reading her mind. He relished the crimson hue radiating from her cheeks though.

"January 3rd," she stated, peering up at him modestly.

Like an idiot, it took him a moment to register what that date meant. January. That was what, five or six months from now? Damn. Kevin had hoped it would be sooner than that.

No matter. They would ride it out and come her birthday he would take her away from all this ludicrous bullshit. That would certainly give all those jabronis more to talk about and something else to hate on him for. Not to mention the fact that Daddy Deadman was going to literally murder him. But he, like all these other fuckers would just have to suck a fat one and there wouldn't be a goddamn thing anyone could do about it.

No, he wasn't going to pussy out this time. He knew what he had said earlier. But as he had stated before, he was a liar. Simply seeing her, he realized that he had been lying to himself most of all, trying to convince himself that he could live without her and she would be all the better for it. He was also a selfish prick. Fuck him if he didn't want to give her up and watch some young punk swoop in and sweep her off her feet. She was his and nothing and no one was going to change that.

Striding passed her after placing the CD on the bench; Kevin ambled towards the door. Heather didn't turn her body but peered at him over her shoulder. Her eyes widened when he reached for the deadbolt and turned it, locking the door from the inside. Releasing a tiny gasp, Heather felt her heart begin to race as the blood rushed threw her veins. She felt the clamminess of her palms as she grasped the fabric of her skirt. Her hands began to perform their ritualistic clenching and unclenching in cadence with her nearly panting breath. She noted that she was exhibiting classic symptoms of fear, yet she was very much certain that she wasn't frightened.

Anxious? Impatient? Goodness, curse these wretched desires that have taken hold of me! Heather lamented silently.

"Y-you had said that was perhaps the second-best early birthday gift you had received. May I ask, pray tell, what was the first?" She inquired as a means to preoccupy her mind from the mounting anticipation as he had called it. She knew she was being foolish. This may mean nothing of the sort. Heather bit her lip to prevent the whimper from escaping her as he appeared behind her, drawing her flush against his firm, muscular form.

"It's not obvious, Little One?" he asked in a low timbre, fingers toying with her violet-ebony locks.

"I…" Heather squeaked, but her voice had failed her at that moment.

Kevin's hand gingerly swept her cascading tresses away from her milky neck, and he noticed for the first time the blackish marks that were fading to yellow and covered with the help of some makeup. Perhaps he had gotten a little overzealous. He'd have to be more mindful if he actually wanted to survive into the new year, let alone after.

Deft fingertips caressing her alabaster flesh, his lips brushed across her slender neck. He grinned against her delicate skin before whispering in her ear, "Your beautiful self."

Closing her eyes, Heather mewled and trembled helplessly in his hold. A massive hand came under her chin, gently turning her face up toward him. Heather slowly opened her eyes as he did so. The breath was caught in her lungs, as her eyes became eclipsed by his. Propelling her entire body upward, Heather's lips eagerly crashed against his as he was slowly moving in to claim them.

Like an arrow to the heart, his sweet girl stunned him every single time she did that. Her ingenious approach was always superseded by her pure and genuine innocence. Kevin prayed she would never lose that as he again recalled how idiotic he had been to think that he could simply walk away from her so effortlessly. Not when she was so intoxicating, so addicting. She was a different kind of drug and she definitely had him under her influence.

Ignoring the awkward angle, Kevin dove deeper into the connection and Heather met him vehemently. Her artless tongue shyly collided with his as he intruded into her sweet cavern. A shiver overtook her and she keened pathetically as their tongues danced together feverishly. Her hand reached tentatively to the side of his face, urging him that she desired yet more.

The brawny arm around her waist responded by encircling her tighter, pressing her supple body further into his. Kevin's other hand slid leisurely down her tiny frame, delighting in the feel of her curves. The next moment his hand brazenly traveled under her gossamer skirt, fingers coasting over cool dampness at the apex of her thighs.

Christ Almighty. This naughty little minx had completely soaked through her tights. Realizing this he applied a gentle pressure over the little mound. Groaning at his attention the little one broke away from the kiss breathlessly. Her features were entrenched in their characteristic crimson mantle as her gaze drifted up towards him.

Wandering in the direction of her hips, he located the waistband of her tights. What a nuisance these are, he thought furtively as he drew the front of the material away from her hips along with her panties. The little one sucked in a sharp breath and a perplexing expression of horror seemed to flash in her large doe eyes as he slipped a pair of digits inside her panties. As if he weren't already on edge, Kevin felt his cock harden to an excruciatingly uncomfortable state when the semi-rough pads of his fingertips skimmed over the bare flesh of her little pussy, slick and smooth and drenched with her arousal.

Kevin stilled raising an eyebrow. "Something's different here," he stated nonchalantly. He had thought so when he had felt her outside her clothes, but now it was confirmed. He withdrew his hand from her undergarments and took her tiny hand in his, leading her towards one of the benches. "Come here you," Kevin commanded softly as he sat down, pulling her towards him. He smirked at the way she bit her lip, head hung, eyes fixed on the ground.

Heather was standing between his legs, not daring to peek at him as his large hands roamed her petite frame. Following a few moments of this antagonizing action, his hands snuck under her skirt once more. His fingers hooked on either side of her leggings and her panties as he pierced her with a devious expression that she did not acknowledge. Slowly he peeled the garments down her slender limbs until they were thwarted at the knees by the tops of her boots. His hands ghosted over her thighs and he delicately fondled her plump, round bottom, causing the young girl to whimper and quiver under his touch.

One of Kevin's hands floated against her inner thighs near her center but refused to make contact, soliciting a needy groan from her. He dropped his hand and placed the both of them at her hips on the outside of her clothes. "Wanna have a look-see," he drawled low as he gently guided her back a step. "Can you show me, Little One?"

This time she snapped her head towards him, eyes were blown wide. "Y-you want me t-to…" she questioned incredulously, but lost her voice midsentence.

"Mmm-hmm," Kevin rumbled lustfully. His lecherous desire shifted to guilt when he took in the humiliated frown marring her face. "It's just me, Sweetness. Everything's alright, but you don't have to, okay?" he assured tenderly.

After a few extended moments of deliberation, Heather slowly reached down and grasped the hem of her gauzy skirt with trembling hands. Expelling an agonized squeak, she bit her lip and jerked her head to one side as utter mortification set in across her countenance. Painstakingly, she drew up the fabric, exposing her naked sex to him.

"Fucking damn," Kevin muttered gaping at her bare cunt. Lifting his hand he gingerly cupped her sensitive mound. "Well, Little One, that certainly is a gorgeous little pussy you got there. But we already knew that, huh?" he chuckled as she balked at his words, her timidity evident in her profile. "Is this for me?" he inquired smugly as he parted her delicate petals, gliding in between her sopping folds.

Heather didn't respond but shivered under both his scrutiny and his ministrations. Desperate little noises escaped her lips as she dropped the fabric, hands coming to rest on his shoulders as she inched closer to him.

"You shouldn't feel the need to change yourself, Little One," he told her. "What do you think?"

When she offered no verbal reply, Kevin drew her down against him which did extract a tiny yelp of surprise from her. With one burly arm around her waist, he pivoted them to face the wall which had another set of benches and compartments running along it. He sat her on the stall there and her petite frame fit easily in between the slats, which he found a bit comical.

Her legs bound together at the knees due to her tights, Kevin pushed them up against her chest while he angled her voluptuous ass towards the edge of the seat. Kevin mused at how remarkably flexible her stubby legs appeared. He would definitely need to explore that later on. Contort her lithe body in ways she didn't even know it could go as he'd repeatedly bury himself deep inside her hot core. He certainly planned on it, in due time, of course.

Releasing a primal growl, Kevin's thoughts were licentious as his lust-filled gaze zeroed in on her perfect little cunt, glistening with her arousal and looking plump and swollen squeezed betwixt her thighs. Grasping her wrists, Kevin placed her hands on the backs of her knees to support her legs.

Fuck. She looked so hot like this. Her delectable pussy dripping wet and exposed to his leering gaze. Her visage exploding in color. Her still innocent eyes peering at him with both bewilderment and inquisitiveness. All whimpers and quakes, desperate for his touch.

One lanky middle finger encountered her engorged nub once more. Applying a gentle pressure his finger indolently dragged the length of her drenched and enticing slit before invading her snug passage with the utmost care. He wasn't certain how sore she may still be down there or how she would react to his behavior for that matter.

An audible gasp, equal parts pleasure and shock, rushed from Heather's lips as he probed inside her body.

"Shhh," Kevin hushed her in much the same manner he had the other night. Leaning forward, his voice dropped to a whisper, "Just gonna make you feel good for a minute, Sweetness. Would you like that?" Then he began a rhythm of steady strokes in and out of her heated center. She grimaced a bit at first, but her features soon relaxed as his digit worked gradually back and forth.

Christ. Kevin groaned due to his straining erection trapped inside his wrestling gear. He would have liked it too. So much so that he was about to explode. But he would have to suffer through the frustration for a couple more hours. He knew they were on borrowed time as it were. Fuck Vince for putting him in that Goddamn match tonight. Not only was he not properly prepared, but it wasn't like his attire made for any kind of easy access. Had it not been for this stupid fucking match, he would already be balls deep inside his little one, filling her up and showing her just how much he needed her.

"Kevvvv," Heather fussed in a tiny voice filled with adoration and decadence as she labored to keep her tone and the noises she expelled within a measured pitch. Her countenance was blazing with flames along with the rest of her body. It was beyond indecorous, the activity they were indulging in right in the middle of this locker room. They could very well be discovered, even though Kevin had locked the door. Heather pondered briefly whether she should be aghast at such ill-mannered comportment, but she was utterly absorbed by the sensation he was providing her and the fervent necessity for more. Canting her hips to meet the digit thrusting inside her, she endeavored to muffle her cries of pleasure.

The surge of her hips encouraged Kevin to marginally increase his pace as he delved into her tight channel. He thought about adding an additional finger but reasoned that she was likely still becoming acclimated to the breach of her young body.

"Feel good, Little One?" Kevin asked as she timidly met his gaze and then nodded her head vehemently. Keeping his eyes trained on her, "I missed you," he divulged before he could even ponder his words. More declarations followed, churning out of his mouth like he was at a confessional on Sunday morning. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, even though I wanted to, Little One. You're captivating. The way you look. The way you look at me. The way you move," Kevin revealed a satisfied grin as he thumbed her engorged clit, causing her to squirm greater under his ministrations. "The way you speak. The way you laugh. Fuck, even the way you kiss me knocks me off my feet. You're gorgeous and perfect just the way you are. I don't want you to change for anyone, least of all me. I know I'm a gigantic prick, but I need you so much."

Heather's heart had ignited upon hearing his confession. Truly the only affirmation that she wished to hear was that he had thought of her, that he had missed her and needed her with the same apparent ferocity that she did him. Tears welled in her large eyes at the thought.

As the words tumbled out of him, he quickened his pace by gauging her response. Curling the finger inside her, he was searching for that sweet spot that would have her rocketing off into space. When he found it, she jerked with a moan that was both incredibly sexy and incredibly loud. Well aware of this, one of her hands flew up, clamping over her mouth, though it did little to quiet her cries.

Heather was primed to combust once more. The fire sparked inside her lower abdomen and she knew it was going to consume her shortly. Heather's legs were becoming fatigued in this position. As if knowing her plight, the giant leaned closer, his forearm strapping across the back of her knees, pinning them against her chest. The air vacated her lungs, but not due to the pressure against her rib cage. Heather craned her neck around the gawky position of her knees and examined the manner in which the muscles in the bicep and forearm of her goliath flexed as he drove into her. He was so robust, yet demonstrative and it left her overwhelmed with adoration and affection for him.

Electricity sizzled in the space between them as Heather was teetering on that precarious edge again. She murmured his name again in a breathlessly short burst as tears now leaked from her eyes, "K-kev..." Restraining herself, she desired to cry out to him, beseeching him for her release while simultaneously cursing him for bringing such wanton longings upon her. "Pl-please...I...I...n-need..." her pleading won out as she rolled her hips towards him, chest heaving.

"You gonna cum for me, Little One? Is that what you need, to cum while I play with your pretty pussy?" he whispered to her as he alternated between maneuvering in and out of her and circling her swollen clit.

Kevin's bass timbre along with his crass words sent a shiver through her. Her visage ignited while Heather dropped her gaze and merely nodded eagerly, whining in response before forcing out an inaudible, "Y-yes".

"Gonna make you cum hard for me, Little One. Give you what you need. Love making you feel good," he rasped as another finger trespassed inside her snug channel.

"Oh!" she cried out in a barely hushed tone as her body seized from the further infiltration.

"Shhh," he reminded her. "Too much?" he frowned, poised to remove the second digit.

"N-no. Oh, Kev! I'm…I'm…" Heather wailed, completely disremembering her surroundings as she canted her lower half begging for his attention. Her body hummed and vibrated as she was constrained against the wall, folded up like an accordion as Kevin's fingers propelled into her prone body in a now merciless fashion. Crying out in abandon, Heather toppled, plunging underneath the immense pleasure as the waves crashed over her.

Kevin's cock lurched and strained from its prison as he observed her in rapt fascination as she splintered apart. Eyes closed, head thrown back, she arched off the wall as he released her knees and she nearly tumbled to the floor. He steadied her with a hand on her thigh as she rode out her orgasm against the other. Her walls pulsated around him and he wished for the hundredth time that he was sheathed deep inside her hot love tunnel, feeling her squeezing him, milking him for all he was worth.

Heather's convulsions subsided, breath still in shallow pants, she opened her glassy eyes and stared at him. She stared at him in the manner that would suggest he hung the moon and stars and it stroked his already over-inflated ego, a dangerous thing.

Kevin protracted his fingers from her body. They were drenched with her cherry sweet juices and he couldn't resist sampling a little taste of her to slake himself for a short period. No point in wasting such saccharine nectar. Kevin released a heady groan when that tantalizing flavor hit his tongue. She tasted remarkably better than he remembered and it took every ounce of will to not say fuck his match and dive right into her delectable cunt like a thirst-stricken man who had discovered a desert oasis.

When he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them in a most atrocious and vulgar fashion, Heather gasped loudly with incredulity and mortification, a hand flying up to conceal her flaming visage. She wondered perhaps when she would grow accustomed to his crass behavior. She was reminded that she was truly untested on the bases of sexual intercourse and she questioned whether that book may have been of use to her after all.

Kevin gently tugged her hand away from her face. "What did I tell you about hiding from me, Little One?" he chastised her playfully, before leaning in to capture her lips. His tongue thrust inside her mouth allowing her to taste her own essence lingering on him once again. She mewled and shivered against him.

The goliath retreated, fully aware that they needed to stop. His match had to be mere minutes away by now and it wouldn't do for them to get caught. He was outrageously hard, agonizingly so and he wanted to ravish her so completely, that he was on the verge of exploding. He instead put his concentration on ensuring that she was fine. His hands on her knees, Kevin lowered her feet to the floor watching a wince flash across her visage. "Are you alright, Little One? I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked.

"I...I am still experiencing some minor discomfort," Heather admitted apologetically.

Kevin frowned in reproach. He should have been gentler with her. "Aww, I'm sorry," he murmured earnestly, as his thumbs smoothed the skin near the apex of her inner thighs. "I suppose later on then, I'll have to kiss it and make it feel better," he teased with a devious smirk.

Heather's face flushed profusely, but a coy smile pulled subtly at her lips, a quiver coursing through her. Had he just implied…If he was referring to the manner in which he had "kissed" her the other night...Oh goodness, the very prospect was made to render her feeble once more.

Taking her by the hands, Kevin helped Heather to her feet. Her legs shook. Still weak from her obliterating climax she braced her hands on his broad shoulders. Kevin pulled up her panties and then her tights for her, adjusting them to their proper place. "There ya go, precious" he susurrated, hands hovering at the back of her thighs.

"Thank you," Heather purred in her tiny voice. Slowly bending her head to place a chaste kiss on his lips, Heather was taken back when he drew her down into an essentially bone-crushing hug. Arrested for the first moment, Heather's arms folded around his enormous frame.

A colossal shudder vibrated the goliath's massive form. An unwelcomed surge of trepidation crashed over him as his embrace tensed around the young girl. He loathed the uneasiness that bore into him, from it, the fear that he was going to lose her somehow, now that he had committed to his own absolution to be there for her and to care for her…to love her, as senseless as that was.

No, everything's going to be fine. Things are too perfect to get fucked up now, he doggedly assured himself. He didn't allow himself the rest of that thought. That it was the precise reason it would all go south.

Heather's heart fluttered as her own body trembled in response to him. Tiny hands fisted the back of his shirt as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, still wet lashes sweeping over his skin. Heather seemed to be caught continuously unaware by this type of action from him. The giant projected an outward aura of dominance, vanity, and detachment and it was simple albeit foolish, to forget at times that he too may have the need for reassurance.

Kevin felt his heart stop when her hand came to the back of his neck and her forehead rested against his. "Are you quite alright?" she queried in her honied and tender infliction.

That was the way he would approach her whenever she needed comfort, but now she had flipped the script on him, his sweet, affectionate girl. "Big Sexy's always alright, baby," he quipped, his pride hopping into the driver's seat to take control.

Heather dropped her hand to her side as she stepped back to stare at him with an expression that would suggest she was largely unimpressed by his witticism. Seemingly unfazed, he shot her that haughty, Big Sexy smirk, the one that made all the ladies swoon – grudgingly, herself included. "Well," she started bashfully and paused as she fiddled with the jagged hem of her skirt, "I should be taking my leave now," she stated as she pivoted on her heels to depart.

The behemoth was on his feet before she could take a step, his arm encircling her waist from behind for a second time. "Don't think I'm done with you yet, Little One," he rumbled into her ear causing her breath to hitch. "Are you at the Holiday Inn?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"129. Can you remember that?"

Heather nodded.

"Good. Come to me once you're able. I'm going to love you all night long, just like you deserve," he instructed her.

Her heart began to race wildly as he turned her face towards him again, but she didn't have the opportunity to respond as his mouth came down over hers, rendering her dizzy as she gripped the forearm around her waist.

"See you later, Sweetness."

"Okay," she murmured and he released her.

Striding across the room, Heather recalled the comment that Reves had made earlier at the mall, the one surmising Kevin to be her…boyfriend. Was he, all things considered? Was the thought too presumptuous? Of course, Heather knew little of these social conventions and in what way to define them. As she unlocked the door and was reaching for the handle she turned back toward Kevin. "Just one last query," she began, waiting for him.

"Shoot," Kevin invited.

Uncertain, Heather could not yet bring herself to enquire after her quandary. Instead, she posed, "You are aware that play is not an adjective, are you not?" As she spoke, her hand raised halfway to her face, poised to adjust her glasses in the manner she always did when she was being pedantic. A sheepish look flitted across her lovely visage as she recalled that she wasn't wearing them.

The goliath stomped across the room in feigned indignation. Snatching her up as she gasped in shock, he pinned her between the door and his solid form at eye level, their faces mere inches apart. "Does it matter?" he hissed, "When I get done with you, you won't know which way is up or down, let alone the difference between an adjective or verb or a fucking proposition for that matter."

Just as she was about to inform him that play was in fact an adverb, his mouth sealed over hers with a searing passion that made her forget everything, save the sensation of his lips on hers and his body crushed delightfully against hers. Her fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt as she clung to him. When they separated, gasping for air she stared at him, eyes shiny with unshed tears. "Please don't go again," she pleaded with him in a whisper as a single tear slipped down her porcelain cheek.

Kevin's thumb came to her cheek, affectionately brushing the tear away. "Not anymore," he assured warmly her as he lowered her to the floor once more.

"Promise?" she questioned, seeking reassurance.

Kevin chuckled. "I promise," he smiled down at her endearingly as the back of his knuckles caressed her cheek. "Better get going for now though," he told her stepping back to create some distance between them. "See you out there, Little One. And see all of you after the show," he teased, eyeing her salaciously.

Heather grinned bashfully as she dropped her gaze, face glowing, and slipped out the door.

Kevin watched her go. He could hardly contain himself, wishing this asinine match was already done with. For now, he needed to think of the most unsexy thing in the world in order to force down his raging hard-on so he could work.