My Spy 5: A Southern Girl in Paris

The Moment I Knew

My head is resting on Bash's bare chest as our breathing slows down. His hand is in my wild hair and my leg is draped over his as we remain laying on the rug.

"The wait was worth it," he says proudly and I bite my lip to keep from grinning. "But don't think I can wait months for the next go 'round."

I flit my eyes to catch his playful look and reply, "It was hard to hold out at times I will admit. I think it was a long time comin'."

"Oh, I've wanted to shag you since you got all flustered at the shooting range," he admits and I can't hide my sudden confusion.

"Why then?" I ask.

"I found your frustration sexy as hell. You were so unsuccessful at trying to hide it too," he confesses and I always have to remind myself to hide my crazy- apparently I need to try harder.

"Well I think the first time I realized I wanted to rip your clothes off was when you got me pizza for my flight to Georgia...is that odd?" I ask him as I recollect the memory.

"No odder than frustration at a shooting range, duck," he says and the pet name stands out to me again. He is always calling me duck or duckie but I've never asked him why.

"You know, I've been trying to figure out the duck nickname for weeks and I have yet to figure out how I earned it," I confess and I push myself onto my elbow so my hair falls onto his shoulder as I look to him. The fire illuminates his bright blue eyes and highlights how thick and full his feathery eyelashes are.

"Duckie? It's a term of endearment, a pet name. We use it for the pretty girls we want to have our wicked way with," he explains and I can't tell if he's joking. I wonder if it's our equivalent to baby or honey? I then think of him saying this as freely as we say baby and honey so I ask, "So you call lots of girls duck or duckie then?"

He immediately shakes his head, "Oh no, it's been saved for you."

I roll my eyes as I reply, "Oh please." He re-positions his head as his hand sweeps behind it and he replies, "Seriously. You came across as so innocent and...formal. I knew if we had sex it wouldn't be a hurried, meaningless romp. And then as I got to know you and you revealed that you have only been with two men, I knew I was going to have to pull out all the stops to convince you to let me have it."

"You rose to the challenge," I tell him and I am glad he put the effort in. I'm glad he took me seriously and realized I didn't want to have meaningless sex. That I wasn't in the right frame of mind to have a casual encounter.

"Like I said, it was worth it duck," he brings my lips to his, and I can feel him tugging at my heartstrings. I am growing closer and falling deeper than I know is smart. I pull away from him and search for my dress that's still lying crumpled on the floor on the other side of the coffee table.

"What are you doing?" He asks as I slip back into my now wrinkled dress.

"I should probably head out, it's getting late," I tell him as I smooth my hair down. Trying to tame it by tucking it behind my ears.

"You mean you're not staying?" He bewilderingly asks me and surprised, I look to him and reply, "You want me to?"

"Well I certainly don't want you to dine, shag and dash," he says and I am truly taken back that he wants me to stay the night with him. I had to mentally prepare myself for him to see me naked and now I have to decide if I am ready for him to see my morning look.

"I didn't bring anything to like...change into or..." I start to say as I try and find an excuse not to. He shakes his head and says, "You can borrow a nightshirt and I have plenty of extra toothbrushes." His eager face is making me want to stay. I want to fall asleep next to him and wake up to his warmth. I slowly start undoing my zipper and his face lights up as he says, "Are you going to drop it down like you did earlier?" My hand freezes and I purse my lips before saying, "My striptease is over. It's now time to literally slip into something more comfortable."