My friend and fellow WCTH FanFic writer Maggienhawk wrote a piece a few days ago called "His Hands" that was just beautifully seductive. With her permission, I'm publishing what I'm thinking of as a companion piece to it from Nathan's perspective. If you haven't read "His Hands" - start there first. Then come on back to this one.

Please note the M rating. Like "His Hands," it's more suggestive than explicit, but the rating is there for a reason.

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Elizabeth was looking at him but through him at the same time. They'd definitely had their share of stress in the past few months, so he offered to take her home. Nathan finished off his beer and held out his hand to her. She took it while giving him a slight smirk. The one that said her mind was up to something. And then she lightly bit her bottom lip.

And he was lost...

Her lips had a way of demanding his attention, even before they should have. He remembered the first time they had truly captivated him. He stood behind her that very first Christmas, innocently helping with the ornament, and then she had turned, her lips opening ever so slightly in surprise at finding him so close. He leaned forward for a fraction of a second before regaining his wits and averting his eyes as she backed away.

Then that day at the log when he had jumped the gun and told her he loved her. He had stood there in front of her because he knew she felt the same way he did, and he looked to her lips, knowing if she would just let him kiss her once, she wouldn't be able to deny it either.

In the jail that awful day, when her lips had trembled as she said the words to him that broke his heart into a thousand pieces. The words he knew couldn't be true but that he also knew he would have to accept. Before everything changed and his hope was rekindled.

The way they slightly smiled as she stood outside his front porch telling him how friends don't look at friends. That smirk of pride that said she'd taken his breath away and she knew it. A smirk that would eventually become irresistibly familiar.

The way she had angled them towards him when she turned into his arms as he helped her with the window in the schoolhouse. So full and enticing, seemingly inviting him to finally take them for his own - only to be interrupted yet again.

And then that beautiful night. "Say something please," she had said, but there was nothing to say, there was only her lips and the aching relief of finally touching them with his own. He'd not realized then that the desire to feel them, coax them, allow them to explore him, would only grow exponentially from that moment forward.

She would purse them together when he and Jack would get up to no good, like that day when they both came home, covered in mud but minds full of memories. She pretended she was mad and had no clue how perfectly seductive she looked with her lips tight and her arms crossed.

The way she would part them and throw her head back in a full-throated laugh when he would find that spot behind her knee that she found so ticklish.

That night he asked her to marry him and she saw the ring he'd always known was hers to wear. Her lips had shaped into a perfect circle as the small diamond on the intricate band had taken her breath away.

The electric frenzy of her lips on his when he returned home after the tracking mission where he had been lost for two days, when they decided that waiting any longer to be joined together forever was a waste of precious time.

The way they had lingered a little longer than necessary on his fingers as he fed her cake at their wedding reception. The searing heat of them as they found their way across his chest later that night and so many nights since. The way his name fell from them when she was at her peak. How they could grip and slide down him just right, making him lose his senses...

He looked up to find that he and Elizabeth were standing at their door, realizing she'd practically pulled him here, her fingers laced through his the whole time. She smiled and took her bottom lip between her teeth again, and he took them inside.

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Thanks for reading as always. If you liked this one, direct your thanks to Maggienhawk. If you didn't, direct your scorn toward me for tainting her masterpiece.