Secret Bit of Right From Wrong

A.N.  This is another short-and-mostly-fan-service chapter, but I promise plot is on the way.

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The sun was warm on her skin, and might have been too warm if the gentle breeze hadn’t been cooling her.  She smiled as she felt him roll over on the picnic blanket, snuggling up to her. His head rested on her chest, his arm draped over her waist.  This was just divine.  She pressed a kiss to sandy blonde hair, letting the sun-warmed strands brush her face.  He smelled good, a warm, woodsy scent, with a hint of spiciness to it.

She realized then, his hand was creeping down to the ticklish spot on her hip, and his breathing was no longer that of sleep. She laughed, grabbing his wrist, as he gave up on feigning sleep to tickle her.   He  laughed as well, mock struggling to tease her.  Without his hand, he couldn’t reach her sensitive hip in the usual way, but he could, and did, bend over her belly to press his mouth to it, and blew a huge wet raspberry.  As she shrieked and squirmed, he changed the action into a kiss.  A very intimate kiss, with his teeth scraping light lines that his tongue followed over gently.  Suddenly she was less concerned with escape from the tickling, and more with the arousing touch of her man’s mouth on her skin.  His hand freed from hers, he moved to slide it up her ribs, repositioning himself above her, kissing a line up from the waistband of her favorite broken in jeans shorts.  As he reached the bottom of her softest tee shirt, he nuzzled it out of the way, pushing it up until he reached her breasts.  As he turned his face towards her, his clear blue eyes shone with an inner light, saying with a glance how much he loved her, cared for her, wanted and needed her.  She reached down to him, drawing him up her body, until he caught her lower lip in his teeth, sucking on it, hungrily kissing her.  She reached up around him, pulling their bodies closer, and rolling them so she was straddling him.  Her desire growing, she fumbled at his fly, pushing his pants down, then her own.  She wanted him so much, and she was going to take what she wanted.  By the size of his erection, it seemed he was perfectly fine with that.

“Go easy on me, honey, it’s been a while.” His words were at odds with the grin that said just how much he wanted this.

“I can’t guarantee that.  I’ve waited so long to do this, and we’re so right, you know?” She was teasing him, but she knew that he knew that.  “Just in case, any last words?”

“Captain Steven Rogers, of the ‘Howling Commandos’, reporting for duty.”

“Shit!”

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Karen woke with a jolt, still aroused yet unable to do anything about it.  Frustrated, she buried her face in the pillow and growled.

*Stupid goddamn trust issues!  I mean, really?  Who on earth would be more trustworthy?  The initial lie was even a white one, for his protection and mine.  And he’s also sweet, thoughtful, intelligent, cute; the whole package.  Why can’t I, just this one time, let go of the frigging past?*

Her heart rate was still high enough that sleep seemed unlikely, so after a glance at the clock told her it was almost 8 o’clock, she got up.  Normally she resembled an extra in a Romero movie before ten, but they had an early start yesterday, and a messed up schedule combined with the dream equaled being up, so she dragged herself into the bathroom for a shower.

*After all,* she thought, *no-one likes zombie stink, and they said we’re meeting someone who’s supposed to be volatile any way.*