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Chris sighed as she felt him slowly sliding inside, her hips arching up to meet his thrust as he buried himself deep inside of her for the first time. She couldn’t believe how this felt, she couldn’t believe how nice it was to be treated as a human being not to mention a woman for the first time in too many years. This certainly wasn’t how she had envisioned the day going when she got up that morning.



Chris had woken up that morning with a hollow feeling in her stomach. She was going on a date for the first time since her divorce and wasn’t sure if she should go or just call it off. It had been too many years since she had dated and it had only been six months since her divorce had become final. Because she had already sent the kids to stay with their grandmother until the next day she had finally decided to go, it would get her out of the house. This would be the first time since the divorce that she had dealt with an adult outside of work.



She had been careful when she chose what to wear, she had been informed her date didn’t have a car just a motorcycle. While she wanted to be comfortable on this wonderfully warm day she also didn’t want to shock her date by letting him see too much. She had finally settled on a pair of jeans, boots and a white t-shirt. Her friends hadn’t told her who they had set her up with but they had mentioned he would be picking her up at noon. She had waited for him with butterflies in her stomach and when he finally pulled into her driveway she had been disappointed that she couldn’t tell who it was. His helmet had hidden his face from her and his leathers had covered his body too well to tell who it might be. She had been even more disappointed when he had removed his helmet and revealed that it was Terry from the office.



Chris was surprised to see him, maybe he hadn’t known who he was taking out. While she was loud and very vocal in work Terry was one of the very few quiet ones. He was the resident Geek, able to fix anything from the office copier to the computers that always seemed to crash at the worst possible moment. He was so quiet around the office that people didn’t seem to see him until they needed his skills, and even then he was just the computer guy. In other words he was the exact opposite of her. Seeing him astride the ‘Bike was a surprise for her, she just hadn’t thought of him being the kind to ride.



At first he had rubbed her the wrong way, he had insisted that she put on a leather coat he had brought along, telling her he wouldn’t allow her on his bike without it. She had been surprised to find it fit her perfectly even though they had to work on the zipper with some soap to get it closed. He had apologized for while telling her it had belonged to his ex-wife and hadn’t been worn in several years. She hadn’t known he had been married but had refrained from asking him about it.



After she had put on the jacket and a helmet they had climbed on the bike and off they went. To her surprise she had enjoyed the ride. Her Ex had ridden a sport bike and every time he had convinced her to ride with him he had scared her half to death with his aggressive riding style. Terry on the other hand was relaxed when he rode, taking it easy and making it fun to ride with him. When they arrived at the park by the river she had gotten a little concerned. She had been here on occasion and couldn’t remember any restaurants. When she asked her date about this over the rumble of the engine he had laughed while telling her their lunch was in the saddle bags. She had become even more concerned when he rode through the park and up an old logging road along the river while telling her he had permission to ride up there.



When they had finally stopped in a small clearing along the river she had climbed off the bike and looked around with no small amount of trepidation. She was remembering the knife in her back pocket and thinking about asking him to take her home as he unloaded the saddle bags and started working in the middle of the clearing. She changed her mind though when he stepped away from his handy work and she saw what he had done. There in the middle of the clearing was a blanket spread out on the grass. On the blanket were platters of what looked like salad and grilled chicken as well as a bottle of wine. Along the edges were what appeared to be pillows. She was asking herself where he had carried all of this when she saw him taking off his leathers. To say she was startled would have been an understatement.



Terry was not what she had expected. Dressed like herself in jeans and a t-shirt she saw him as though for the first time. His work uniform had covered the tattoos on both upper arms as well as what she now saw was a well developed body. As she watched him moving she was reminded of a big cat, every move he made was smooth and unhurried. As he took her jacket from her and hung it on the bike she saw that he was very self confident. Finally he had everything ready and motioned for her to join him at the blanket. He even helped her to lower herself to the blanket and positioned several of what she now saw were blow up pillows behind her to help support her.



After he had moved to the opposite side of the blanket and sat down he had passed her a plate and told her to serve herself as he poured them some wine. She had loaded up her plate and accepted the glass of wine from him when he handed it over and been startled at how cold it had been. She had been even more startled when she had taken a bite of the chicken, it definitely wasn’t store bought chicken. When she had asked him about it he had smiled shyly and admitted he had cooked it. That was the first of many surprising things about him she learned during their meal.



She was amazed when he asked her about a book he had seen her carrying earlier in the week. She had wondered at how to reply, the book after all was slightly off beat being about religions and how they were the same. She mentioned that to him and was surprised when he started talking with her about it in both a knowledgeable and humorous way. She couldn’t believe how widely read he was, not just on religion but politics and history as well. He even surprised her when he commented that he wrote short stories for several popular magazines. He had blushed when she asked him which magazines then admitted they were men’s magazines and his stories were highly graphical in nature.



She had laughed when she heard that and the conversation had naturally flowed into more intimate channels. Before long they were talking about sex and their own sex lives, or the lack of one on their parts. She was amazed that she felt so comfortable with him, comfortable enough to talk like that.



Before she was ready for it to be over their lunch was done. As Terry picked up the debris left over from their little feast Chris wandered down to the river bank. Watching the water flowing by she realized just how warm she had become during their lunch and talk. They had been sitting under the early summer sun and had been protected trothplight breeze by the surrounding trees. She was actually sweating from the heat trapped in the clearing and the water was looking more and more refreshing as she watched it. She knew that if she had been alone she would have risked getting caught and gone skinny dipping, but with Terry there she didn’t dare. Instead she kicked off her boots and socks and climbed out on a dead branch hanging over the water. Halfway out was a spot where it was low enough that she could sit and dangle her feet, getting them wet and hopefully cooling herself off as well.



She had been sitting there daydreaming and enjoying the cool water when she felt the branch shift slightly under her. Looking over her shoulder she saw Terry had finished what he had been doing and was joining her. As he stepped onto the branch she looked down at the water beneath her and realized it was a lot deeper than it had looked from shore. This was one of the little holes the river had cut and it would have made a perfect swimming hole. Now though it just looked deep. Looking back at Terry she asked him to step back, she would come back on shore. She didn’t think the branch would hold both of them without breaking. Shrugging he smiled and backed off.



Climbing carefully to her feet Chris turned and started making her way back to shore. She had moved only a couple of feet when the branch shifted beneath her again. This time she couldn’t stop herself, she was over balanced and a piece of bark came away from under her foot. She could hear the startled scream coming from her as she toppled backwards off the branch into the water. The shock of the cold water on her skin as well as the surprise of falling in had disoriented her. As she flailed around trying to figure out which way was up she heard a splash in the water. As her feet finally touched bottom and she could discern which way to go she saw a shadow glide through the water towards her. Chris was about to kick off the bottom for the surface when she felt a pair of arms, warm in the chill water, encircle her body from behind as the shadowy figure pulled her to his. Relaxing, she knew better to fight this, she felt him hold her close and swim to the surface



Reaching the surface she felt herself turned onto her back so she could breath as she was unceremoniously towed towards shore. It was only when she felt him stop and stand that Chris tried to break free of the arms around her. She had to break free of those arms, she felt strange being held by them. She felt almost protected as they cradled her. pulling free of the embrace she staggered and would have fallen again if he hadn’t grabbed her shoulder from behind. With a slow, gently firm touch he turned her until she was facing him. As he stood there in front of her, one hand on her shoulder to steady her against the slight tug of the current she looked at him and couldn’t believe what she saw.



Terry had obviously jumped in when he saw her fall off the branch and now he was soaked. His hair hung dripping into his face while his shirt seemed melded to his body. Now she could truly see just how well developed he was. Oh she knew the strength of his arms from when he had grabbed her under the water but now she could see that he hadn’t even been trying to squeeze her. She could also see through the thin fabric that he had many more tattoos than just the ones on his arms. It was while she was shamelessly staring at him that she noticed he was looking everywhere but at her.



At first she didn’t understand why this would be so, why wasn’t he looking at her? Was he ashamed at how his hands had brushed her breasts under the water? Was he ashamed for her because she had fallen off the log? While she was thinking this she felt a slight breeze blow across the water and chill her through her shirt. Understanding of a kind dawned on her. He was looking away because her shirt must have been stuck to her skin like his was. She knew that the thin fabric of her shirt had to be as transparent as his showing him just what she looked like so why wasn’t he trying to get an eyeful? Every other guy she had known would have been staring at her tits through her shirt and hoping for more. She was realizing this when he spoke so quietly she had a hard time hearing him.



“Chris, I, uh I hope you don’t think this is why I brought you out here.” Was what he almost silently said as he let go of her shoulder and turned so his back was to her. “I didn’t plan on this happening at all and I’m sorry.”



She couldn’t believe he was saying this. What was he talking about? As he started talking again he sidled past her making sure to keep his eyes turned away.



“I’ll uh, I’ll go get the blanket so you can wrap up and I won’t be able to see you. Then I can hang up your shirt so at least that dries before we leave. I can’t believe I let this happen to you again.” She heard him almost sob as he scrambled up the bank and hurried towards the bike.



Stunned Chris could only stand there and stare after him. How had he known about that? How could he have known about the last night she had spent with her husband and what had happened? Somehow he knew, or thought he knew about that night. Somehow he had heard or read about how on their last night together her and her husband had gone to a pool for a little midnight swim.



At first she had been happily surprised at finding the gate to the public pool unlocked. They had just walked in, stripped and hit the water for a little skinny dipping. It was only after she had seen three of his friends step out of the shadows that she had started to worry. When he had guided her to the shallow end of the pool and made her stand up under the moon light for them to look at she had started to get concerned, but when he had told her what he and his buddies were going to do, that was when she had gotten scared. Oh she had fought them, getting banged by him and his friends in the public pool hadn’t been something she had wanted, but there were four of them. They were unhappy with her for fighting and had taken their anger out on her. The next day, bruised and battered she had slipped away from their house and hidden with one of her few friends until the divorce trial.



Now she stood in the waist deep water watching as Terry dug almost franticly through the saddle bags for the blanket, her shirt sticking to her body and her mind whirling with the thoughts and memories. She couldn’t believe that he was so upset because of this. He hadn’t been there. He hadn’t been one of them but now he was acting almost as if he had been there. It took Chris another minute to figure out why. He was afraid, somehow she knew he was afraid that this was going to bring back the memories of that night. He was afraid that she was going to think he was planning the same thing.



Realizing this Chris looked at him through slightly different eyes. As she looked at him kneeling next to the bike, shaking as he pulled out the blanket she couldn’t help but wonder. This was the first time a man had been afraid of what she thought of him and it felt strange. As she looked up at him she knew he was smart, he had proven that during their lunch. She knew he had a sense of humor and she knew he was strong as hell. Now she realized he had something else, something she hadn’t dealt with before. Looking at him, watching him as he stood up and headed for the river where she stood she understood something else.



Yes she knew he was divorced, and from what she had heard his divorce had been nearly as nasty and messy as hers had been. He had come home to catch his wife with another man and beat that man into a stay in the hospital. Because he had hit his wife when she stepped in she had been able to get almost everything of his in the divorce. Chris knew this but seeing the way he was acting now told her all she needed to know about that. She knew he hadn’t meant to hit her, it had to have been an accident. She also knew that Terry was someone she wanted to know better but that if she didn’t move now she wouldn’t get the chance. Somehow she knew that after this he would avoid her, not because he didn’t like or find her exciting but because of what had happened. She knew that she had to make him understand she didn’t blame him. The only problem was she didn’t know how.



When Terry stepped to the bank he stood there for a minute, dropping the blanket and keeping his eyes downcast. Clearing his throat he made sure she saw him close his eyes before he extended his hand to help her out of the water. He wanted her to know he wasn’t going to look. Touched she slowly waded towards the bank and grabbed his hand before it hit her. She knew what she needed to do. Seeing the blanket laying on the grass at his feet had given her the idea and feeling his hand warm in hers sealed it. Instead of letting him help her up the bank she braced a foot against the dirt while grabbing a branch with her free hand. With a sharp tug she pulled him into the river beside her with a large splash and a yell. As he hit the water she let go of his hand and quickly circled around behind him as he stood up and brushed the hair out of his eyes.



“Shhhhh, Terry don’t move.” She whispered from behind him.



She could see how tense he was as he stood there wondering what was going on but she didn’t say anything for a minute. Reaching down and grabbing the bottom of her shirt she pulled it over her head as she felt the breeze against her skin. Tossing the shirt to the bank she turned back and facing his back gently placed her hands on his shoulders.



“Terry I want, no I need you to relax.” She said as she gently started kneading his shoulders. “Close your eyes and just relax. Think of the river here, think of the sun shining down on the water warming it and us.”



Slowly she felt his shoulder lose their tenseness, slowly she felt his muscles relax under her hands as she worked. When she felt he had calmed down enough to be able to think a little she stopped what she was doing. Slowly she moved her hands down his back working on the muscles there. She could feel how he slowly relaxed under her ministrations. When she reached his belt she slowly eased his shirt out from under it until she was able to peel it off of him. After she had tossed it to lay beside her own she slowly slid her arms around his waist pressing herself against him.



She knew he could feel her naked skin against his own. She felt him tense up again when he felt her small breasts press against his back. She knew, oh she knew he could feel her hard nipples pushing against his skin, their small rings a colder counterpoint to the warmth of her skin. She ached to feel his fingers and lips on them but knew she couldn’t move too fast. She would have to wait or risk scaring him off.



Holding him like this, her arms around his waist and her upper body pressed against his back she held still for a minute basking in the warmth of his body. When she felt him start to relax again she slowly moved her hands, slowly sliding them over his belly feeling his skin, soft over his hard muscles . She explored his body by brail, chest belly and shoulders while holding herself against him. Making sure he could feel her against him she slowly worked his body with her hands. Enjoying the feel of his skin beneath hers she slowly felt every ripple and scar on his upper body. Slowly he relaxed into her embrace. Gently he leaned back against her as she slowly slid her body against him.



The next step was harder. Lifting her hands to his shoulders she held him for a minute before slowly turning him, she wanted him to face her. She felt him fighting against her, she could feel his muscles tense up as he got ready to pull away.



“Terry relax, I want to do this. You weren’t there Terry, you weren’t one of them. Don’t you understand? Can’t you understand I want you to look at me? Don’t you understand I want you to see me?”



Even as she was saying this Chris was turning him and realizing that what she was saying was the truth. She did want him to look at her. She wanted to feel her body against his and more. Slowly, oh so slowly Terry allowed himself to be turned, his body rubbing against hers. When he was finally facing her Chris slid her hands up his body until they rested on his shoulders. Looking him in the eyes she leaned forward while pulling him to her. She knew what she wanted to do, would he allow it?



Pulling him towards her by his shoulders she felt herself lick suddenly dry lips just before they touched his. As she kissed him she felt Terry start to move as though he had suddenly awakened. Sighing as she felt his hands encircle her once again she moaned quietly when his hands traced lightly up her back and held her body against his as he returned her kiss. She loved the feel of his body, warm against hers as they stood in the water. She loved how he felt and how he smelled as they kissed in the river. When one of his hands slowly moved down her body, pausing at the small of her back for a minute before moving on to finally rest on her ass she knew they both wanted more.

Terry was giving her every opportunity to stop. He was moving slowly not only for his sake but hers as well. She knew that if she told him to stop he would, just as she knew he would back off if she asked. She didn’t want him to stop though, she wanted more. Even though she knew people did come up this far in their canoes she wasn’t worried about it. She didn’t care about being seen. All she cared about at that moment was the feel of Terry holding her tight.



Breaking the kiss she stepped back slightly. Not far, just enough so she could look at him and he could look at her. Letting her eyes travel over his body she saw and admired the different and strange tattoos on his body. She looked at and wondered at the several scars marring his tanned skin. When she raised her eyes to his she saw he had closed his. Whispering his name she told him to open his eyes.



“Terry I want you to look at me, I want you to see me as I am..”



She knew what he would see. She knew he would see her small breasts and her tattoos. She knew he would wonder about her piercings and why she had done them. She knew that and more. She knew that he would be the first man in too long to look at her and see a woman. Chris was surprised at how much she wanted him to look at her and how much she wanted and needed his approval. She waited almost impatiently for him to open his eyes and smiled at him when he finally did. As she watched he slowly let his eyes move over her body. She could almost feel the heat of his gaze as it moved down her body, stopping at each tattoo and finally at her piercings.



She couldn’t believe the feelings she started having when she saw him smile slightly at the pieces of metal and stone in her skin. She didn’t know that it was possible for her nipples to become harder than they had been but they did as she watched him looking at her. Somehow she knew what he was thinking without him having to say it. She knew he wanted to touch her, to hold her, to feel her body next to his. She was surprised at how she felt about this, for the first time in years she wanted a man to hold her. She looked forward to it. Slowly she reached out and grabbed his hands.



Smiling at him Chris did something she had never done before, she guided a mans hands to her breasts while inviting him to touch her. His hands, work hardened and calloused were gentle. His touch was as light as the breeze blowing over their skin as he touched her for the first time. His fingers eased over her nipples, playing with and tickling them making her gasp. She stiffened slightly when he took one of her rings between his fingers, then relaxed again as he softly slid the warm metal beneath her skin. When he slid his arms around her back and bending down gently sucked a nipple into his mouth she gasped again. When he shifted from one nipple to the other she arched her back slightly. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling, she couldn’t believe that she wanted more. She lost track of time as he slowly worked on her breasts, she stopped feeling the slight discomfort of the cool water as it washed around her waist. In fact she lost track of everything except the feelings this man was creating inside of her.



As much as she was enjoying what he was doing with his mouth and hands Chris wanted more. There was only one problem, she knew that if she allowed him to think about what was happening he would stop it from some notion of chivalry. He would feel that he was somehow forcing her into having sex with him and she knew enough about him now to know he wouldn’t allow that. Knowing this she also knew what she had to do. Moving her hands to his head she lifted his face to hers. As she bent to kiss him she wondered if she was doing the right thing. She wondered this until their lips touched, she couldn’t believe the power of what she was feeling. Somehow wrapped in that simple touch were feelings of trust and respect. Gentleness and the promise of tenderness were added as their breath mingled. She found she had to force herself to move, to do what she needed to do. Releasing his head while keeping her lips on his she slid her hands down her body until they reached the top of her jeans. Only now did she break their kiss. Only now did she step slightly away from him.



As she watched his eyes she saw the disappointment there change to surprised delight as he watched her hands open her jeans and pull them down over her hips. His eyes opened even wider when she bent over in the shallow water and pulled her shoes then her jeans off. Done she turned slightly and tossed her sodden clothing on the bank next to their shirts. Turning back to him she quickly waded to where he was standing. Moving swiftly she undid first his belt then his jeans. As she fumbled slightly in trying to pull them off he started as though coming awake and helped her. She waited until he had pulled them off before grabbing them and adding them to the pile on the river bank. Turning back to him from this she could see all of him for the first time. She could see him half hard under the clear water as he looked her over . Stepping closer she slid her arms around him and pressed her body to his. She wanted to feel him against her, to feel his heat and his strength unencumbered by clothes. This time he didn’t hesitate when he wrapped his arms around her. This time he didn’t pause before holding her close to him and letting his hands slowly slide over her skin.



Chris sighed when she felt his hands cupping her ass. She loved how his hands felt on her skin, soft and hard at the same time. She pressed her body against his, sliding her skin on his while purring like a cat in heat. Sliding her hands between his body and hers she explored his chest for a bit before venturing further down his body. She heard him gasp quietly and felt his body stiffen slightly when she touched him. She could feel him hardening as she cupped him in her hand. She didn’t want to move her hand but she also wanted to feel him against her. Sliding her hands back up his body she pressed her hips against his, trapping him between her body and his. She could feel how hard he was, she could feel him pressing against her belly. She swore she could feel the beating of his heart there as he held her tight.



Even though his hands hadn’t touched her there she knew she was ready. Not only was her body ready but her heart was as well. She knew she wanted this to happen even though she hadn’t planned on it, not today and certainly not with the Terry she knew from work. This Terry though was a different man, one she had never met. (If her friends in work had told her about this side of him she would have laughed at them.) The feel of him pressing against her, his cock hard between them as his strong arms gently held her convinced her that he was the one she wanted to do this with for the first time since her divorce.



Pulling him closer while standing on her toes in the water she felt him slide down towards where she wanted him. Damn but she was too short to do it right, she couldn’t get him low enough to slide in without chinning herself on his shoulders. Looking into her eyes as she struggled slightly he smiled an impish grin while shifting his hands on her body. As she felt his hands slide around to her sides she thought he was going to push her away. Instead he gently grasped her hips and easily lifted her. Holding her like this, with just his tip touching between her legs he started moving both of them out into deeper water. Chris didn’t know what to think of this, she was a good swimmier but she still didn’t like going into water that was too deep. She trusted him though and kept silent as he carried her further and further into the river until the water was level with their shoulders.



Looking into her eyes, his smile faded away as he gently lifted her slightly higher while pulling her body against his. She felt him sliding against her and spreading her legs wrapped them around his hips. Now she could feel him pressing against her. She hung onto his shoulders and slowly pushed herself against him, forcing him to slide inside. She sighed as she felt his head slowly spread her lips before easing into her for the first time. Chris couldn’t believe how this felt, she couldn’t remember the last time she had actually looked forward to having sex with someone. She moaned as they held each other close and he gently slipped more of himself inside of her. She could feel him slowly pushing deeper and deeper until with a sigh of his own he was in as far as he could go.



They stood that way for what felt like an eternity, just feeling each others bodies as the water gently lapped at their shoulders. In the distance, quieted by the intervening trees and space, they could hear the laughter of people playing in the park. She smiled to herself as he tipped his head towards hers to kiss her. Closing her eyes she accepted the kiss, returning it as he started to take control and move inside of her. Holding her hips to control their movement he slowly slipped himself almost all the way out, leaving just the head of his cock inside of her. Pulling her to him he eased himself back inside of her making her gasp at the feel of his water cooled skin rubbing against the walls of her cunt.



Slowly they explored each others bodies as they stood in the river. His tongue exploring her mouth as her hands moved over his skin. She loved how his hands had shifted to cup her ass cheeks as he moved her body against his. Leaning forward she tilted her hips slightly forcing more of him inside her as she felt his chest rub against hers. If anyone had told her, even the day before, that she would be shoulders deep in the river making love to a man, any man, she would have laughed at them. Yet here she was, shifting her hands to his shoulders so she could take control.



Placing her hands on his shoulders she could feel his muscles bunching and relaxing there as he moved her body. Pulling herself closer to his body she started moving her body up and down in time with his thrusting, rubbing her chest against his and making her nipples harden even more. She gasped when she felt the slight tug as one of her nipple rings caught on a chest hair and pulled it slightly. She could feel the heat building inside of her as she slowly rode him. She could feel how his body was responding to her insistence as she slowly sped up their movements. Chris knew she had to be quiet when she came, and cum she was going to. She rode him, she rode his cock feeling it moving in and out of her in a dance as old as man himself. She loved this, she loved the feel of him inside of her and she loved the way he was being gentle with her.



This was new territory for her, making love without the fear of pain. Having sex without force. She couldn’t believe, she hadn’t realized how this would feel. Terry’s little acts of kindness, his letting her take control when she wanted to. His being afraid of her thinking he had planned all of this, and his not turning away in disgust at some of the things she had said and done during their day together was making all of this even more special. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling as she rode him. She felt close to tears as her orgasm not so slowly built inside of her.



The two of them held each other as their bodies moved together, their actions were creating little waves in the river as they created the bigger waves of passion inside of them. Chris knew he was getting close from the feel of him growing even harder inside of her. His breathing was becoming more and more ragged, mirroring her own as their orgasms grew. Was this going to be, could this be one of those times she had heard about but never experienced? Were they going to have their orgasms together? She felt him seemingly swell slightly inside of her as he got closer and closer.



Their movements sped up as their bodies took over from their minds. She could feel him moving faster and deeper inside of her, his hands holding her up and pulling her to him at the same time. She held his shoulders, riding him and moving in time with him. With a scream she tried to muffle against his shoulder she felt the wave of emotions and sensations rush through her body as though she was touching an electric fence. Even through this she felt him push deep inside of her one last time before holding her body tightly against his as he twitched inside of her and groaned deep in his chest.



They stood there, holding each other. Chris gently impaled on him as they slowly came down. She felt his breathing slow as well as her own. She hadn’t felt this way before and didn’t even try to understand it. As though sensing her need to think, to relax and recover Terry didn’t say anything. He just stood there and held her against him. She could feel him slowly shrinking inside of her as she thought about what had just happened. She had just met Terry, gone out with him on a blind date and now they were standing in the river where anyone could see them as they recovered from what had been the most mind searing sex she had ever experienced. She certainly hadn’t planned on this happening but it had. Now she had to do some quick thinking.



Did she want this to end here? Did she want this to be a one time thing? She knew him in work, she knew how shy he always seemed to be but now she knew something else about him. She had learned that his interests were incredibly like her own. She had found that hiding inside him was a kindred spirit, a person who wanted to enjoy life and tried to at every turn. Oh she knew he could be violent, he had even admitted to that but somehow she knew that violence would never be directed at a woman. It would never be directed at her. Now she wanted to see how he would react to some of the other things about her. She wanted to know how he would react to her singing. How he would react if he came home from work and found her waiting for him in the hallway wearing nothing but a smile, with a rose between her teeth.



When she found herself thinking this way, wanting him to see and hear her she knew she had already made her decision. She did want this to continue. Lifting her head from where it had been resting on his chest she raised her eyes to his. She smiled at him but was quickly distracted by a reddish stain on his shoulder. With a gasp she realized that when she had tried to muffle her screams she must have bitten him. Seeing where she was looking Terry laughed and letting go of her with one hand raised it dripping from the water to tip her face back up. Still smiling he lowered his lips to hers for a quick kiss before telling her he didn’t mind.



“From the look on your face I somehow don’t think that will be the last scar I get from you.” He told her with a smile. “Somehow though I don’t mind, it’s worth it to me just to see you letting go. Letting go of your fear and your pain.”



Pausing for a moment he kissed her again while shifting his hand back under her.



“I know that it’s going to be a long road for you. Hell for both of us. We’ll have to learn to trust each other as well as ourselves but I think it will be worth it. Don’t you?”



What was he doing? Reading her mind? Chris couldn’t believe he had just said that. She couldn’t believe that he had just said what she had been thinking. Looking at him she found that she couldn’t help but smile at him. She couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face as she pulled his face down to her.



“I don’t know how you knew to say that but it’s true.” She whispered in his ear as she felt him finally slip out of her. “It will take time but somehow I don’t think it will take as long as we expect.”



When she didn’t add to this comment he looked down at her and smiled in return. She could see in his eyes that he was scared, just as scared as she was but she knew that together they could do this. She didn’t know how long they stood there looking into each others eyes before they were interrupted by the splashing and slowly increasing giggles of someone in a canoe. Looking in that direction they couldn’t see the people but knew they couldn’t be too far away.



With a laugh Terry easily lifted her and threw her towards shore before following. Rising to her feet and shaking the water from her face she laughed as well and raced him to the river bank. Scrambling up the short slope they had soon gathered their clothes and the blanket and headed further back into the clearing away from the water. As she helped carry the clothes she watched him and was again struck by how catlike his movements were. Now though she could see his muscles shifting beneath his skin reminding her of the power in his body. Moving quickly they stored the blanket in a saddle bag before pulling on their still wet clothes. Chris made sure he could see it as her shirt molded itself to her body before she pulled her leather jacket on over it. He rewarded her with a smile as he pulled his own shirt and jacket on and motioned for her to climb on the bike.



This time the ride was over well before she was ready for it to be. Yes she was chilled from the wind against her wet clothes but that didn’t matter. As she watched her house coming closer she knew she didn’t want this day to end. When they pulled into her driveway she waited until he had turned off the bike before climbing off. Taking off her helmet and digging in her pocket for her keys she looked at him and told him to follow her. Suddenly she felt shy again. He would be the first man inside her house since her divorce. How would he react?



Slowly, shyly she unlocked the door and opening it motioned for him to enter. She watched him as he stepped into the living room and stopped slowly taking it in. She knew he could see all the books. She knew he was seeing the other odds and ends of her life, some of them still in boxes. His traveling gaze finally stopped at a small statue of Isis sitting on the Mantel. Stepping over he looked closer at it, picking it up before turning to face her. Lifting it in his hand he asked her if she had made it, increasing her puzzlement over him. How could he have known she had carved that? She had made it so long ago. When she finally admitted that it was her work he had smiled before turning and placing it gently back in it’s place.



Turning again he stood there smiling at her for a minute before stepping over to her and gently pulling her to him. Again he gave her time to pull away before kissing her. This time she didn’t hesitate, she felt herself molding her body to his as they kissed. Again she broke their kiss, and once again it was so she could strip. Stepping back from him she removed her leather jacket and threw it on the couch. As she grabbed the bottom of her still wet shirt she looked at him and urged him to get undressed as well.



“Get those wet clothes off you.” She told him as she quickly stripped. It was cool in the house and her skin raised in Goose Bumps as her clothes came off. Looking at him she saw him hesitate before slowly starting to strip.



“Oh come on Terry just take them off. I already saw your naked butt remember? Besides I want to get your clothes dry before your ride home.”



Hearing this he looked at her for a second before quickly stripping. Instead of just handing them to her or throwing them on the floor like her Ex used to do he grabbed her clothes from the pile at her feet and asked her where the dryer was. Too confused by this to say anything she just led the way to the basement door and flipped the light switch for him. She heard him padding quietly down the stairs. She winced as she heard the small crash and the quiet oath which told her he had found the weight bench in the semi-dark basement the hard way. She listened as he opened the dryer then closed it a minute later. When he didn’t come back up right away she made her own silent way down the stairs to find him standing nude by the dryer folding the clothes she had forgotten were in there.

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