Fix You

Part 15

A/N: There was a challenge gauntlet laid out this week ... for something smutty.  900 words... must use a scent, a fabric, a whisper, darkness, a food. Can be mentioned in passing, used in metaphors or used as comparisons.  :) This is as smutty as Sang and Mr. Blackbourne can get in this story for now. :) lol enjoy!

With careful juggling of the carry home items, and the addition of a nice sturdy grocery bag, Owen was still able to hold Sang's hand while they walked along the beach, headed back to the house. The sun was glowing orange in the sky as it started to drop in the sky, turning the sky around it into deeply streaked shades of pink and purple. "Beautiful." He said softly, glancing down at her.

"It is." She agreed. "I feel like I've never fully been aware of sunsets until spending all this time with you and getting to watch the sun set every night."

Owen chuckled. "Being with you definitely adds a different perspective for me." He squeezed her hand gently as they continued. "So, a fire, watch the stars all pop out into the night sky...?"

She nodded. "Roast a marshmallow or two, or four and make out with my seriously hot boyfriend."

"Hmm, seriously hot boyfriend..." He mused. "He won't get mad that I took you out, will he?"

Sang laughed and swatted at his arm. "Oh you silly." She beamed up at him. "I love how you've been. I hate that going home is going to put us back to typical behavior and I won't see this side of you often."

"I'll do my best to not lose this side." He said. "Tuesday nights and Sunday breakfasts for sure, I'll do my best to be this relaxed with you." He said, eyes glinting silver at her.

"That would be nice. Maybe sometime we could drive a little ways away for that breakfast date." She suggested. "It would be a nice break from normal and I could sit very close to you and not be worried we'd be caught in a compromising situation."

"Sounds nice." He said. It didn't take much longer for them to arrive home and she went to change while he put the food away. He headed out to start the fire as he waited for her, pulling off his sweater and rolling up his sleeves as he built up the fire to a small roar. He straightened up when the wind shifted and brought him a scent that he would only ever identify as Sang's. It was a mix of citrus and a floral scent that he was sure was roses but he couldn't be certain. Gabriel had outdone himself in creating it for her.

Truth was, he hadn't ever realized that a scent could be a total turn on until now.

He was doomed during their violin lessons if she smelled this good every day.

"Mr. Blackbourne..." her whisper carried across the breeze to his ears and he trembled slightly when she touched his arm. A full shiver ran through his body as her touch was enhanced with the feel of something silky trailing across his skin. It wasn't just her touch, he willed his brain to co-operate. It was actually silk.

One of his ties if he was guessing correctly.

"Miss Sorenson." He breathed, the words coming out in a whisper into the darkness. "What is it that you've planned for us tonight?" He barely had enough control to word the sentence. He honestly didn't care what she'd planned as long as she felt like taking control over the rest of the evening. He'd follow her lead.

"Oh, nothing much really." She laughed softly, her voice picking up a husky rasp that straightened his back and sent another shiver down his spine. "Just a few marshmallows after all." She reached for his hand and led him over to the chair by the fire. "Won't you be seated, Mr. Blackbourne." She said, a hand on his chest pushing him down into the chair. She looked down at him, her green eyes darkened to a deep pool of emerald. She sat on his lap, her knees on each side of him as she straddled him and looked down at him.