Time Changes

Part Seven

A/N - a bit of adult content, for those who need to be warned.

Lex scowled, but stepped back offering Peter into the room. He entered the room, but as he came level with her, he kicked the door shut, aggressively pulling her into his arms. Before she could protest, he'd fused his lips to hers once more.

Like a drowning woman, every few seconds she managed to snatch a breath, try to push him away, but he was like a man possessed.

"I was wrong!" He breathed against her neck, "there's nothing I want more than you, now, here." He lifted his head to smile into her eyes, "we'll deal with tomorrow tomorrow."

It was like music to her ears, she stopped the little protest she'd managed to offer and threw her arms around him. They fought now for dominance, with tongues clashing, hands ransacking, and teeth biting, bouncing off the walls with their lack of control. He finally managed to back her into the room, staggering towards the sofa. Peter dropped down, pulling her to sit astride his thighs, once again his mouth creating chaos in her mind as he covered her lips in the deepest most erotic kisses. As they panted, his mouth dropped to her neck, the sensitive spots he'd found earlier that night, she slid her hands under his coat, fingers splaying across his chest, her fingers seeking his hard flat nipples through the cotton of his shirt.

When she tweaked one nipple he lifted his head with an uncontrollable gasp, and she took that opportunity to fasten her lips to his cheek, then ear, then neck. His head lolled back against the sofa, but his hands, slid to her thighs, pushing her dress up over her knees, slowly higher and higher.

It was then that he broke away, pushing her back onto her feet, sliding his still wet coat from his shoulders, he looked at her, hair askew, lips swollen from his kisses, desire in her eyes, the dress was wrinkled up her legs, and more revealing than ever.

"Don't stop this Peter." It was a whisper.

He smiled, "I couldn't if I tried." He watched as she stood there biting her lip in that infuriatingly teasing way, watching him in torment and enjoying it. When she kicked off her shoes in what she hoped was an erotic way, he groaned.

Seeing her smile, her satisfaction in that little tease, he shook his head. "Witch!" When she chuckled he caught her gaze and demanded, "don't stop there, take off your clothes!" his voice disappeared into a croak as the words left his lips. His bow string tight body watched her digest his command. Could all his Christmases come at once?

Alexis's heart had began to race, take my clothes off here? In full light, where anyone can see? She took a breath, only he could see, and he was uncontrollable around her, he'd admitted as much. Looking at him she gulped, he was leaning back, his arms spread across the back of the sofa, and he was watching her.

Waiting.

She knew she wanted this to happen more than anything, but could she drop her clothes, here, whilst he watched? With his eyes taking in every single nuance? With him still fully dressed?

Looking at him she saw he was staring, eyes agog. She'd thought this was a submissive thing, she had almost felt threatened, but it wasn't. He was smitten, SHE was in control, and it was a powerful feeling. The paradox of her anxiety at undressing and the pleasure at his anticipation all but set her on fire.

Gathering bravado from an unknown source, she reached behind her to unzip her dress. Sliding it down to her waist, she felt the cool air hit her hot skin, and she sighed. She was bracing her thighs trying desperately to appease the feelings of longing that increased as more skin felt the cool air of the room, in contrast to the heat of his attentive gaze. What was meant to be an erotic show for his benefit, was turning her on more than she could ever imagine.