"I won't touch you, I promise!"

"That's not what I'm worried about." Archie rolled his eyes as he pushed the button for the seventeenth floor.

"Well, what then?" Clio was all innocence in her white blouse with the lace collar and plaid skirt with dark knee socks. She even had a red cardigan knotted around her shoulders for that inimitable schoolgirl touch.

"What If I touch you, Clio Santangelo?" Archie asked as the elevator doors slid smoothly open on his floor. "What if we get in my bed and I can't keep my hands off you?"

"That sounds like a personal issue to me," Clio replied with a smirk as she adjusted her book bag over her shoulder. "I have nothing to do with anything like that, I think."

"Yeah, right," Archie said as he opened the door to his apartment. "You're walking around looking like sex in a school girl uniform and saying it's nothing to do with you?"

"What?" Clio was disbelieving. "What are you, some kind of perv?" She set her book bag down and put her arms around Archie, kissing him soundly on the mouth. "You're saying you can't resist me simply because I'm a plaid skirt and knee socks?"

"Well," Archie replied, pressing her against the wall so he could really kiss her, "you are pretty irresistible, you must admit."

"So are you, Sir," Clio murmured, pressing herself into him, kissing him with open mouth, making comfortable moaning sounds that went straight to Archie's crotch and set up housekeeping there, making it impossible for him to think about anything but the fragrant and beautiful girl in his arms.

"Oh dear god, this is so unfair," Archie moaned, pressing his hips into hers as he smashed her into the wall next to the door. "I've been deprived for so long, you know?"

"Mm hm," Clio agreed, pulling his shirt out from his pants. "Me too, me too, about eighteen years, to be exact."

"Ah, sod it," Archie declared softly, pulling Clio to the bed as she gave a small smile of victory. "Knickers stay on, though, promise?"

"Knickers on, got it," she answered comfortably. "Though I'm wearing a thong today, does that count? Wanna feel?"

Archie groaned. "You're going to kill me, I swear to Christ you are, and of course I want to feel, what kind of nutter do you think I am?"

He lay down, pulling her on top of himself and sliding his large hand under her skirt at the same time. He encountered nothing but the smooth round skin of her delectable bottom until he felt the thin band of her thong running along the top of her hip, just below the dimple in her flesh.

Yummy.

He immediately wanted to slide his fingers under it and yank it off, but that would be breaking his own rules, so he settled for running his hands over the twin globes of her butt, feeling the smooth skin under his hands as she exhaled into his ear.

"No one's ever touched me there except my parents, when I was little," she confessed with a little laugh.

"Not an opportune time to bring up your mum and dad, Cliona," Archie rebuked, giving her a little spank that made her jump a little on top of him. "Did they do that to you for being a bad girl?"

"No, of course not!" she answered, mouth opening into a round O of surprise. "We've never been hit in our lives, Archibald Francis! We weren't raised that way." She ran her finger over his lip. "Were you? Hit as a child, I mean."

Archie shook his head. "No, not really. My parents never hit animals, and they taught us to at least have respect for each other that we'd have for them, so--" he broke off and laughed. "Poppy and Heath have gotten in a couple of good licks over the years, though."

"Really? Do tell." Clio settled down on Archie's chest for a good story.

"Once, when I was little I got into Poppy's make up and took one of her good lipsticks and put it all over Noodle, our terrier. She got in such a strop, chased me all over the house with one of the good tea towels trying to beat me senseless with it." Archie laughed at the memory. "My god, she was livid."

"C'mere, though, you, I'd rather snog than relive my misspent youth."

Clio complied and Archie rolled them over so he could really press her into the bed and feel her body under him, pliant and warm.

"You feel amazing," he told her as he slid his hands down her sides.

"Well, so do you," she replied breathlessly, smiling up at him.

"No, no, I mean, I'm sure I do, but I mean really," Archie said. "It's like you don't have the same number of bones as other people do or something, you're very, erm, bend-y, you know?"

"First of all, Phoebe from Friends said that word first, and second, is that the kind of vocabulary an education at Harrow gets you?" Clio teased, arching up to kiss him.

Archie slid his hand up her neck to cup her jaw, running his thumb along her jaw and opening her mouth to lick into it with his tongue, loving the taste, the warmth, the deep wetness of it; he hugged her to his body as tightly as he could and rolled them again, tucking his leg around hers to pull her as close as he could.

Clio sat up, yanking her blouse out of the waist of her skirt, and unbuttoned the front as fast as she could, which was pretty fast.

Archie went up on his elbows so he could enjoy the sight of her midriff being exposed, thinking that her skin was the perfect texture and color, and her bra was the perfect size and shape. It was small and pink and lacy and matched the thong he'd touched and briefly seen when she'd sat on him.

After she took her blouse off, Archie sat up and put his arms around her, wanting to feel her flesh on his. "Ohmygod, Clio, you're beautiful," he whispered, putting his forehead against hers.

"Am I?" she asked, completely without artifice. "I mean, I hoped I was, but you can't really know, can you, until someone else says so?"

"Well, hope no more," he assured her. "You're stunning."

"Yay!" she crowed. "When your sister gets called 'Francie the Body Santangelo,' it can hurt your self esteem, unless you start out really vain, like me, you know?"

Archie laughed. "Really? 'Francie the Body'? That's terrible!"

Clio laughed as she nodded. "You have no idea. And the thing is, she doesn't give two shits. She gets offered modeling contracts by agents on the street, and she blows them off, calls them perverts trying to get into their pants, even when they hand her business cards that say Ford's or Elite or whatever right on them!" She leaned in and kissed Archie. "I'm glad you think I'm pretty, anyway, it's really nice."

Clio was more than "pretty" to Archie. She reminded him of a deer when standing still, graceful and slim, long-legged, sloe-eyed and lovely. And when she moved, she was something else, some kind of flying creature, grace personified.

He kissed her and slid his hand up her front to cup her little breast, the perfect size to fit into his palm. He could feel the nipple hardening into the center, and knowing his touch was exciting her made him excited as well. He kissed her over and over, harder and harder, pushing moans out of her that were getting more and more urgent.

Clio pressed her thighs on Archie's hips, rolling them slightly, going on nothing but instinct, and Archie could feel the warmth and dampness though his trousers, the friction and heat bringing him to life between her legs.

He put his hands on her waist and pressed down, then found the zip on the side of her skirt and lowered, even the snicking sound of it doing things to his head.

They were not having sex today.

This thought invaded his head, and he tried to hammer it home, making it a permanent part of his thought process, something he'd remember.

He could see her perfect, peach sized breasts right in front of him, through the semi-transparent fabric of the pretty pink bra, the nipples a little darker in the middle, and he leaned forward to lick and bite one, right through the fabric, making Clio grasp his head and give a sharp intake of breath as she tensed in his lap.

"Oh god, Archie, that feels so fucking good--"

She arched her back into his mouth, and he could smell her now, both the floral unguents with which she'd anointed herself that morning, and the female scent that was emanating from her, from between her legs, and it was making him crazy. He wanted to bury his face in it, his mouth, to plunder her while he made her cry out with pleasure like he knew he could.

They were not having sex today.

Archie carefully lifted her skirt over her head, so that now she was sitting in his lap, just in her thong and bra.

Jesus.

He could see her hipbones protruding as she rolled her body into his erection, which was becoming painful now from rubbing against his briefs and trousers. And, because she was only wearing that silly little thong, he could see her sex, slick and wet, rubbing against his jeans.

Fuck.

He pulled the straps of her bra down, but left it to her to reach behind and unhook it or not if she wanted to. He didn't want to assume anything. He kissed the beautiful skin around her collarbones, taking little bites, sucking on it, raising small pink welts, marking her with a small row across her front in a chain.

As he did this, Clio reached behind her, eyes closed, and unhooked her bra, letting it slide down her front, letting Archie be the first man to ever see her breasts.

"Just beautiful," he breathed, and he was rewarded with a small smile, loving the way her mouth tipped up at the corners.

He leaned forward and kissed one, then the other, before taking one in his mouth and sucking on it until it was shiny and pink, turgid and sensitive, and Clio was quivering in his lap, her fingers twisted and buried in his hair.

He let go so he could move to the other one, but Clio held him where he was, so he smiled and remained longer, biting on the hard softness of the beautiful dark nipple, rolling it around with his tongue, sucking on it until she cried out.

He finally moved to pay homage to the other one, giving it the same treatment, and Clio began moving back and forth in his lap, rubbing herself against his leg, faster and faster.

"Is this okay?" she asked against his forehead.

"Yes," he nodded. "Hot as hell," he added. "You want me to help you?"

She shook her head. "Not today, not yet," she answered, and her use of the word "yet," made Archie dizzy with anticipation.

"I'm going to come, Archie, okay?"

"Yes, knock yourself out, darling," he encouraged, continuing to work on her breast with his mouth. "I might join you, in fact." He could feel what she was doing through his trousers, and the friction was delicious.

After a few more minutes, she began moving incredibly fast as her breathing increased in speed also. Archie pressed down on her hips with his hands so he could really feel her as she began to cry out at the end of each breath.

"I'm going to come, Archie," she gasped against his forehead.

"Me too," he replied, eyes closed against her chest.

She squeezed his hips with her thighs incredibly hard, rising up and grabbing his shoulders as she tensed for long moments.

As she finally relaxed, she felt Archie tense under her, and felt something warm on the fabric between her legs as he pulsed for long moments, feeling his release.

Finally, she collapsed against him as he pulled her and they both lay down on the bed, spent.

"Well, that's the most fun I've ever had with my trousers on," Archie quipped, smoothing Clio's damp hair away from her forehead and planting a kiss on it.

"And that's the most fun I've ever had with another person in the room," Clio responded with a happy laugh.

And they both laughed in the sunny bedroom for a few minutes, until Clio said, "You have anything to eat? I'm starving," which set them both off laughing again.