Of course, Leo couldn't wait to tell Henry about Mouse's potential new suitor. Henry had barely walked in the door before Leo was running to him, jabbering about him.

"Daddy, daddy, guess what? Today we met someone on the beach named Oskar, like the Grouch, but not spelled like. He liked Mouse, and wanted her to go dancing, but she said no, so then he asked for some coffee, and some dinner, but she said no to those things, too, and his last name was something like magnets, but not."

Leo stopped for breath, and Henry interjected. "Whoa, what?" Again, he looked to Mouse for clarification. She was in her pajamas already, reading.

She shook her head, asking, "Did you eat dinner? Do you want anything?" She hoped against hope that the topic would be forgotten, but Henry waved her back to her chair, saying he'd eaten, and asking what his son was talking about.

"Oh, it's nothing, some guy at the beach was getting a little friendly, that's all," Mouse answered, picking up her Kindle.

"How friendly?" Henry asked, pouring himself a glass of wine and sitting down. "What did he look like?"

"I don't really remember. Everything was fine," Mouse reassured him. "Leo was never in any danger, or anything."

"What about you, though?" Henry asked.

"Me?" she repeated. "I wasn't in any danger, either." She laughed. "I can take care of myself, don't worry."

"He had blond hair, like me. He was young, like Mouse, and handsome. He said he'd look for us again at the beach," Leo supplied helpfully. "He said he was going to look for us every day."

"Leo, he did not!," Mouse retorted with a gasp. "He just said he'd look for us again or something."

"So you remember what he said," Leo responded without looking up from his legos.

Mouse just rolled her eyes and didn't say anything.

"What?" Leo asked. "Was that a secret?"

Henry laughed and scooped Leo up into his lap. "I think our Mouse gets a little embarrassed when we talk about boys finding her attractive, son," he told Leo with a chuckle.

"Why?" Leo asked, mystified. "I think Mouse is the prettiest girl in the whole world, don't you, daddy?"

"Yes, she's very pretty," Henry agreed. He looked over at her, illuminated in the glow of the one lamp. She looked ethereally beautiful to him, her body round and lovely.

"Thanks, guys," Mouse managed. She rose after a minute and went out on to the terrace, knowing that it looked like flight, but unable to help herself. The sun had just set, and the horizon glowed orange.

Leo came out a minute later to kiss her goodnight.

"Oh, you going to bed already?" Mouse asked. "You want me to tuck you in?"

"No, daddy tonight," he replied.

"Okay," she said, kissing him soundly on the mouth. "Sleep well, big guy, see you in the morning."

"Night, Mouse," he said, scampering into the house.

Mouse stayed outside, looking at the incredible view, watching as it got darker and darker. Someone had a boat out in the water. Mouse watched as the person lit a cigarette, the lit tip glowing orange against the dark water. She heard laughter from one of the hotels on the beach.

Eventually Henry joined her, bringing her a glass of wine. She took it from him, savoring her first swallow. It was a nice, dark wine, lots of tannins, like many of the Greek wines.

"Is he sleeping?"

"Yeah, he was exhausted," Henry replied. Mouse could hear the smile in his voice. "All the traveling, the jet lag, the excitement, then the swimming and everything?"

"I know how he feels," Mouse said, taking another swallow of her wine. "Oh wow, this wine is yummy," she added, holding her glass out for more. She leaned in a little with her glass, and Henry could smell her, the shampoo-y, soapy smell she always carried after she showered. He swallowed, hard, forcing himself to look away from her silhouette.

"Yes, it's a nice one," Henry agreed. "Local, I believe. I probably shouldn't have too much, we already had two bottles of it at the other house when we were planning the rest of the shoot." He kept thinking about Oskar from the beach, the young blond who was so interested in Mouse. "Would you like a night off to go out?" he asked eventually.

"Hm?" For a second Mouse had no idea what he was talking about. "Oh god, no!" she finally replied with a snort. "I'm here to be with--with Leo," she said. "I'm so grateful you brought me, and I want to be with him, and that's all, honestly."

Henry leaned a little closer, so their shoulders and forearms were touching as they leaned on the edge of the terrace. "I wouldn't mind, you know. If anyone's earned a night off for a little fun, it's you, Mouse." He took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance of Mouse, turning his head so he could catch the scent of her hair. Her flesh was supple and warm; it seemed to have absorbed the Mediterranean sun somehow.

Mouse was confused. She could feel the desire coming from Henry, like electricity, filling the air between them, the current everywhere their bodies touched. But he was telling her to take a night off and go out with someone else.

She blinked in the warm darkness and finished her wine, holding her glass out for more. Henry obligingly topped her off. He tipped the bottle all the way, emptying it.

Henry knew what was happening. He knew what he wanted to happen, and his brain was screaming at him to go inside, go to bed, go take a cold shower, go jump in the ocean, anything, just go, but, loud as it was, his brain was being drowned out by another part of his body. The blood was being redirected at an alarming rate, leaving his brain with very few resources indeed.

Mouse took another swallow of the wine and leaned her head on Henry's arm. She wasn't exactly sure why she did it, except that it felt right, and she felt like he wanted her to. She linked her arm through his, and took a deep breath. As she did, Henry felt her breast brush against his arm, felt her nipple rubbing against him, and he was done for. His brain provided the visual for what his body was feeling, and he could suddenly remember every time he'd seen Mouse's front, every shirt, every blouse, her cute polka dotted bikini, and he was finished.

The last of Henry's will power crumbled to dust at his feet, and he set his glass on the terrace, turning to Mouse, putting his arm behind her and pulling her close. With his other hand he stroked her hair back, away from her face, and felt her cheek with his finger tips. He found her mouth with his, tongue already out, searching.

He groaned when they made contact, savoring the warmth, the taste of the wine that lingered on her lips. She pressed herself to him, blindly setting her glass down so she could reach for him with both hands. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself into his body as tightly she could. She went up on tiptoe and leaned even farther into him as he slid his hands down her body to cup her bottom, pulling her even closer.

She could feel him pressing into her, and it made her grind her hips into him, pulling another groan out of him as they continued to kiss. He finally just lifted her up and set her on the wide wall, and she immediately opened her legs, making room for him to come closer, which he did.

"Oh god," he breathed into her ear. He leaned in to kiss her again, and he felt her tongue dart into his mouth, hot and wet, and the feeling of her giving it to him made his eyes roll up in his head. He sucked on it, pulling it farther into his mouth, then he released it, sucking on her soft, soft lips, again, tasting the wine as his hands plundered her hair, then moved down, sliding along the curve of her waist where it flared to her hips.

He bit the tender flesh of her neck gently, wanting to taste it. He sucked on it as he slid his hands along her thighs. He felt the thin band of her undies as he moved his hands up under her night shirt, and he sucked on her, marking her, making her gasp as he broke the blood vessels.

She grasped his hair and held his head to her as he continued to kiss her neck and suck on her, leaving a row of purple marks up her neck. He licked the flesh after, to soothe the pain and cool down her skin, trying to ignore the ache he was already feeling between his legs as he pushed on her.

"Just--just tell me," he murmured as he kissed her, over and over, on her mouth, her check, her jaw. "Is this--do you want this? Do you want me?"

She nodded in the dark, laughing a little bit. "Yes," she whispered into his ear, kissing it, running her tongue around it and kissing it once again. "Yes, yes," she repeated before sticking her tongue in his ear as far as it would go.

Henry went to work on the buttons of her shirt, kissing her flesh as he exposed it. After her shirt was completely opened, and he could feel her breasts in his hands, with the nipples, hot and hard between his fingers, it made him nearly demented that he couldn't see them because they were out on the balcony in the dark, so he picked her up, carrying her across the terrace to his room.

He laid her on the bed and got in with her, reaching to turn on the lamp. The room was illuminated in yellow light, and he got his first look at Mouse naked, or nearly naked.

"Wow," was all he could say.

She was laid bare except for her pink underwear, and Henry couldn't stop staring at her. Her body was curvy and soft, her hips round and mature. Clothing made her look lean, even her bathing suit had somehow given the illusion of angles. Her waist looked even smaller than it was because of the swell of her body above and below; her breasts were as beautiful as he'd known they'd be, with the nipples the same shade as her beautiful, lush lips, now swollen and turgid with excitement.

Mouse bore his scrutiny for as long as she could, then she sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, leaning in to kiss him breathlessly. He kissed her back, humming with anticipation, trying not to think about how young she was.

"Jesus, Mouse, you're so beautiful, just gorgeous," he whispered, smiling at her.

She smiled at him and shrugged out of her shirt. Henry drew a deep breath. He pushed her so she was lying down, and slowly pulled her undies off, kissing her skin as he slid them down her legs.

Sex with Madeleine had been good at first, then okay, then very infrequent, and Henry was really excited. He looked at Mouse's sex, peeking out from the soft thatch of pubic hair that surrounded it. It had been years since he'd seen a woman who actually still had all of her pubic hair, he realized, and seeing it was kind of a huge turn-on.

He leaned in, kissing her thighs, wanting to smell her, to know that scent of Mouse, the elusive smell that identified her as a woman and as an individual. She smelled marvelous, and he wondered if she tasted the same way. He pushed her legs apart and leaned in closer, his tongue snaking out so he could lick at her.

Above him, he heard Mouse moan, and the sound made him feel like he needed to be inside her immediately. She was already so wet, almost dripping wet, and tasted fantastic, the way she smelled. He nuzzled in closer and opened his mouth for another taste, licking and biting a little at the same time.

Madeleine hadn't enjoyed oral sex, not giving or receiving, and, truthfully, he hadn't particularly enjoyed the taste of her. Her diet somehow affected the taste of her, made her astringent or something, just unpleasant enough to put him off an activity that he used to enjoy with his wife.

But Mouse. "Wow, you taste amazing," he whispered. He reached in with his fingers, rubbing on her a little, and she bucked her hips up into his face, making a sound at the same time that made his head spin. Her sex was so pretty, too, very pink and moist.

He moved up her body, kissing her soft flesh as he went, stopping to pay homage to each breast, sucking on them, making Mouse moan as his tongue circled the tight, hard nipples, making her grasp his hair and pull so hard it was very nearly painful, but in the best possible way. He finally landed on her mouth once more, clasping her hands in his own, laying them down next to her head.

"Oh no, just a second--" he gasped.

"What? Henry, what's wrong?" Mouse murmured.

He moved off her, leaving her alone on the bed. He left the circle of light and went to his closet, pulling out his suitcase. He unzipped it and felt around.

"Oh, thank Christ," Mouse heard him say softly. He returned, holding up some foil wrapped condoms. "They're old, but I think they're still okay."

She smiled and nodded.

He began to kiss her again, but as soon as she reached for him, he groaned into her ear. "I can't, I can't wait--okay?"

She nodded, and he pulled off one of the condoms, opened it, and rolled it on, while Mouse watched. He lay down on her again, settling between her legs as she wrapped her arms around his broad back, digging her fingers in at his hairline.

Mouse kissed him, hard, open-mouthed, bracing her feet on the bed, knees raised. "Come to me, Henry," she said softly.

He needed no other encouragement. He could feel her heat, her entrance on the tip of him as her warm breath huffed in his ear, and he pressed on her, exhaling an almighty groan at the same time.

Mouse bit down on Henry's shoulder, letting out a sharp breath, and her grip on him got very tight. Henry noticed this peripherally, because most of him was preoccupied with the intense pleasure he was feeling in his nether regions.

Entering Mouse felt like sliding into velvet, slipping into hot oil. It was so tight that he almost couldn't move.

"Holy shit," he muttered. He slowly pulled back, and drove forward again, feeling like he might pass out from how good it felt. He kissed Mouse on her beautiful mouth, on her lips that were so hot they were almost pulsing as she kissed him back. She clutched him to her body, making little noises as she did, making him feel crazy, like he was going to come immediately.

"Going to come soon, sorry," he moaned, continuing to move, very, very slowly. "God, feels so good, so good, Mouse--" he kissed her again, moaning, clasping her hands hard enough to crack her knuckles.

He could hear her still, making the keening sounds into his ear. He pulled back so he could see her face in the faint light. Her eyes were closed, teeth clenched with intensity.

"Mouse? Am I hurting you?"

Her eyes fluttered open. "No," she whispered. "Kiss me, Henry, kiss me."

He did, and she rolled her hips up into him, over and over, until he was reeling from how good it felt, until he was driving into her.

"God, I'm coming, I'm coming," he moaned, releasing her hand and running it down her body so he could grasp her leg under her knee and lift it, changing the angle.

"Yes, yes, yes," she murmured.

And his orgasm burst on him, making him see stars, making him thrust, over and over, as he emptied himself into the condom, as he pressed his body into her.