An hour later, Willow came back down dressed in street clothes, after telling the others to all get ready to go themselves. It was Sunday now and that meant no students. This meant they had the day to go for a family walk. The Chesters usually did this once or twice a month. While Willow didn't want to bring Aiden or Bren, she knew both Prophecy and Kazuo would insist on it. So, in order to keep the peace, she had invited them herself.

As such, she was currently holding Prophecy's left hand, Kazuo walking to the girl's right, with the other two a few feet behind them. They had already walked two blocks and Prophecy was quick to take up the role of tour guide. They were turning another corner, passing by a bus stop, when a voice called out to them, making their group pause. "Willow and Prophecy, is that you, dears?"

Willow turned her attention to the bus stop bench. Sitting down under the small roof that granted some shade was an old woman Willow recognized. She was about sixty or so, with short, wispy white hair that fell around her face. She looked like the typical sweet old lady, with horrible, decades-old fashion sense. She had a bleached yellow sun hat resting on her lap. Tucked under her arm was a large tote-bag with flower designs of all different colors, looking loud and tacky. She was wearing a yellow sun dress, the same shade as her hat and just about as old, with a white ribbon for a scarf around her neck. Around her waist was a dark purple ribbon belt with gold lining. The woman had bright hazel eyes which were currently twinkling in interest as she took in the group walking past her.

"Mrs. Harris, how are you today?" Willow called out pleasantly as she and Prophecy moved closer, sitting down on the bench beside the woman.

Mrs. Harris smiled warmly. "Just fine, dear. It's a lovely day and I've come out to soak in some sunshine. I see you all are doing the same, but..." Her voice trailed off as she took in the three handsome men who stood, a little awkwardly, ten feet back, quietly chatting amongst their selves. The woman leaned closer to Willow, so only the girls could hear. "What exactly is going on, dear? Is your brother on some silly quest to find out which of those other men love you the most?"

Willow threw back her head and laughed loudly. She glanced at Prophecy, who grinned widely, before turning her attention back to Mrs. Harris. "I'm afraid so," she nodded in a solemn manner.

Mrs. Harris blinked, startled. "Oh my!" she gasped, pressing a hand to her chest. "For true?!" The woman's eyes moved back to the two men she didn't recognize, her gaze sharpening. "W-which one do you love?" she asked, leaning forward even more. "Have you told him? Is the other one just chasing after you like some silly little puppy?"

Willow wiped at a few tears that leaked past her eyes. "I have feelings for the really tall one, with the shaggy hair. But the shorter one...He just won't take no for an answer..." She sighed wearily. "I've tried to be nice and gently let him down...He's a good guy, I don't want to break his heart unkindly. But I just can't get him to see reason."

Prophecy raised a hand to her lips to hold back a giggle, caught up in the mischief and already knowing what would happen.

Mrs. Harris stared at the two girls for a few seconds. Then, letting out a little huff of breath, she dropped her bag and left her hat on the seat, rising to her feet. "Don't you worry, sweetheart. I'll put him in his place," she promised. The woman rounded the bench with more gusto than the men thought she could, at her age.

She marched right up to Aiden, who took a few steps back in shock, confused by her fierce expression. "Madam, how are you?" he asked in as polite a voice as he could manage. He hadn't caught what the women had been talking about since Kazuo had been explaining who the woman was and what little he knew about her.

Mrs. Harris came to Aiden's elbow, under five feet as she was. But her hazel eyes were steely with determination. "Just fine, thank you for asking, sir. But, more importantly, I need to speak to you. Is it true that you have been causing problems for Willow over there?"

Aiden's gaze flicked to the woman in question, who ducked her head, a blush staining her cheeks. She looked almost bashful, sweetly so, and Aiden felt his suspicious nature prick up at that. "Um...well, yes, perhaps a little," he admitted distractedly, trying to figure out what was up with Willow.

"Now see here, boy!" The woman's sharp voice made him blink and straighten his spine. His attention latched onto the woman's face, all thoughts of Willow flying out of his mind. "A true gentleman would know when he's been beaten and step down with some grace. He'd take some time to heal from his wounds. Then he'd dust off his hat and try again with someone new. Clinging to someone who's made it very clear just how much they do not return your feelings is sad, and not just for you. It's sad for the other person, because they see how much it hurts you to be around them, with a part of you knowing how they truly feel. Do you think Willow likes this anymore than you? Do you think she enjoys watching you put yourself forward for her love, only to be rejected again and again? Of course not, you fool!"

Aiden blinked, staring down at the woman's face. Beside him, Bren turned, making small, gasping noises of choked laughter. Kazuo, on the other side of him, fought to keep a straight, bland face, but his eyes were alight with mirth. "U...u-um..."

"Now, I'm sure you're quite a wonderful man. You're certainly a handsome one. You just need to work on your personality a little, perhaps fix some of those clingy issues you have, hmm? Do that and I'm sure you'll find another woman who will love you back just as much. But as for this one? She loves that other young man right there," the woman nodded her head toward Bren, who quickly jerked around, looking startled. "Now, I know she's told you this already, but I thought I might see if some good old-fashioned sense would help you understand better."

Done with her lecture, the woman moved back a few steps, nodding her head firmly. Aiden glanced between her and Willow, who was laying flat on the bus stop bench at this point, one hand at her mouth, the other around her side. Willow's eyes were closed and it was obvious she was muffling her laughter. Beside her, Prophecy was holding her sides as well, wearing a bright smile, between her soft, choked giggles.

Swallowing, Aiden slowly nodded his head. "Alright, it's as you say. Willow loves Brennan, I know it. I've just been in denial for so long now...But I don't understand how I couldn't see it myself, truly." He fought a wicked grin when he saw Willow bolt up from the bench, an expression of pure and utter shock on her face. "But how can I help but love her? You know her very well, it seems, madam. You can understand my plight, can you not? I love Willow as much as I do her daughter, as I do Prophecy." For added effect and a little dash of why the hell not? Aiden raised his hands to his chest and took on a sorrowful expression. "I've asked her to marry me so many times now, asked her to allow me to be a true father to Prophecy...But she always refuses me..." he whispered in agonized sorrow.

Behind the woman, Willow raised her hands and began to waved them in a sign for him to stop. The old woman blinked, looking more than a little shocked. "You love Prophecy too?" she asked in surprise. "You do realize she has some strange gifts, don't you?" Mrs. Harris herself loved both girls to little bits, but she knew most people were afraid of Prophecy's abilities.

Aiden nodded, expression fierce. "I do, but I love her no matter what. She's my daughter after all. How could I not love her, after finally finding her?" he asked quietly.

The woman turned on her heel, gasping. She stared at Willow, who quickly lowered her hands and straightened her face. "This man is Prophecy's father?!" she cried out in shock.

Flushing, Willow nodded, coughing harshly. "U-um...I may have forgotten to mention that. Sorry," she rubbed at the back of her neck awkwardly.

Prophecy came around and took Aiden's hand, smiling widely. "Dad is my dad. And Uncle Bren is the one Mommy loves," she kept up the little lie. "But I want Mommy to love Dad so we can be a happy family," she admitted. "If Mommy can't though, I still love Uncle Bren, so it'll be okay."

Mrs. Harris looked between everyone in confusion. Her eyes landed on Kazuo. "Alright, so this seems like quite the awkward situation you're having to deal with, as the man of the house, Kazuo."

Nodding his head firmly, Kazuo crossed his arms over his chest. "You have no idea, Mrs. Harris. Bren's an ass but Willow just can't get enough of him. Aiden's a decent guy...But you know how women are. They just love the bad boys." He let out a long sigh, glancing at Willow. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked.

Willow ducked her head again. "I'm sorry, Kazuo!" she pressed her hands together in supplication, knees on the bench, facing the others.

Bren, deciding to go along with everything for the hell of it, cracked his neck. "Got to love the awkward living arrangements though."

Mrs. Harris paled for several seconds, before turning her sharp gaze back to Kazuo. "You should be ashamed of yourself, boy!" she barked. "First you let your little sister wonder off and get herself pregnant out of wedlock. Then you let her live together with two men, unmarried as she is? Are you asking for another baby?"

All the men choked in shock. "Wha-?" they all gasped at the same time.

"Didn't think about that did you?" she asked darkly. "I may be an old woman, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid. What do you think happens when you put so many men around a beautiful young woman?"

"I would never-" Bren began.

"I have more to worry about than-" Aiden choked.

"They do and I'll shoot off their-" Kazuo growled threateningly.

"There, you see!" Mrs. Harris cried. "Now that you three have thought about it, good and proper like..." She turned on her heel and moved to Willow. Without a word, she reached up and smacked the younger woman on the top of her head. "That's for lying to me dear and playing me for a fool. You don't love either of these men, do you? Of course not. My poor little Willow won't let herself love any man."

Willow flushed an even brighter red. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Harris. It was just supposed to be innocent fun, but everyone took it a little too far, I suppose. Prophecy wasn't lying about Aiden being her father though," she admitted reluctantly.

Mrs. Harris glanced between Willow and Aiden, studying the two critically for several long, tense, silent moments. Her gaze read a lot in that time and she smiled sadly. Her Gift wasn't nearly as strong as Prophecy's but Mrs. Harris actually had a little bit of the Sight herself. With it, she saw the truth of the feelings people held for others. Using it, she saw it all.

This poor Aiden fellow didn't know it yet, had no idea at all, but he was already half-way in love with Willow. Whereas, Willow was the furthest from such feelings Mrs. Harris had ever seen someone be, without malice being in the mixture of emotions. Still, there was something about this Aiden that Willow apparently feared, and whatever it was, it was holding back the young woman's ability to even possibly love him.

Sighing heavily, Mrs. Harris closed her eyes briefly. "Alright, I'll forgive you, dear. Just don't lie to me again, alright? Now, you all should continue on with your little walk." She shooed them away, moving to sit back at her seat. But she paused before sitting down. "I'll warn you two now," she called out after the two strangers. "You break Willow or Prophecy's hearts and I'll be hunting you boys down, you understand? These girls are like my own daughter and granddaughter and I'll not handle them being hurt, not at all."

With that promise, she turned away, facing back toward the bus stop. The others paused, Willow's face still as red as before. After another few seconds, they began walking again, continuing around the corner. Aiden, walking behind Willow who was beside Kazuo, watched her back thoughtfully. Prophecy stayed quiet by his side, holding his hand tightly and humming to herself. Bren seemed subdue as well, lost in his own thoughts.

O O O

Finishing up with dressing, Willow took in her appearance in the full length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She had put on maroon skinny jeans, a white lace top, black cardigan, and black flats. It's wasn't anything crazy special, but it still looked good on her. She brushed back her curls, piling them into a messy bun. It wasn't perfect, but she wasn't going for that. Honestly, she wasn't even trying to dress to impress, either.

She moved to her wallet, lifting it up off of her dresser. She pulled out a hundred dollars, all in twenties. But as she started to put it back, a piece of paper fluttered out of her wallet. Placing it back on her dresser, she crouched down and picked up the piece of paper. Before she could look at it, a sound at her dresser made her jump, startled. Stuffing the paper in her jean pocket, she picked up her phone. The screen said she was getting a call from 'A'. She groaned.

"Really? You know I'm on my vacation, A-hole!" she grumbled. Staring at the phone, she shook her head. "You know what? No, I'm not in the mood to deal with your whining." She placed her phone back on top of her dresser. Her phone continued to ring and she let it, knowing if she hit Ignore, it would be a lot worse. Once the phone stopped ringing, she quickly shut it off, that way it would look like it had just run out of battery and she had forgotten about it. Sighing, she walked out of her room, making sure she had her key.

At the landing between the first and second floors on the stairs, Willow paused. Aiden was coming up the stairs, looking more than a little weary, but he stopped as well. His gaze swept her up and down, one blonde, perfectly-formed eyebrow raising. "Where are you off to this late at night?" he asked, glancing down at his watch he wore on his left arm that read 10:12 p.m.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "What are you, my mother? I'm going out for some fun," she winked, smiling widely.

Aiden's face grew pale, his gaze shooting up the stairs, toward Prophecy's door. "What? But what about-?"

"Prophecy's asleep, Aiden," she rolled her eyes. "She fell fast asleep after our bath, three hours ago. Besides, you want to be dad, don't you? Kazuo's here if she wakes up and you don't know how to get her back to sleep. I need to be going though." She passed by him, not even pausing when her side and right arm brushed along his chest.

As she turned to go down the next section of the stairs, his voice made her pause. "What kind of mother are you? You go off in the middle of the night and leave your daughter alone?!"

She glanced up, glaring. "Of course I don't, you idiot!" she hissed. "I only leave if Kazuo is here, and now there's you and Bren. If something goes wrong, I trust Kazuo to know what to do. But I'd like to believe you and Bren aren't so useless you can't at least help Dad take care of Prophecy while I'm out for a night."

He eyed her, blinking. "Wait, you're going to be gone the entire night?"

"Are you my father now too?" Willow muttered in annoyance under her breath. She turned to face him fully, frowning. "Yes, I'll be gone the rest of the night. Is that okay with you? Can I leave now?"

He blinked again, looking uncertain. "Um...o-of course. I'm sorry...I was just startled, that's all..."

Sighing, she started down the stairs, now trying to escape as fast as she could. But when she reached the bottom of the steps, he called out again. "Who are you planning to see?"

She paused, turning again. "Who said I was seeing anyone?" she raised her own brow at him this time.

His jaw tightened and he almost looked...annoyed? "Whoever he is, you must certainly like him a lot," he muttered.

She glanced down at herself and then back up at him. "What makes you say that?"

He waved a hand in her direction. Yup, that's definitely an annoyed expression. "You're dressed up a little, but it's not over-the-top, which leaves me to believe whoever this man is you feel like you can be relaxed around. You want to look good, but you don't feel pressured to over-embellish. That tells me you feel comfortable enough around him that you don't feel like you need to stress over what you wear for him and that you're confident that he finds you attractive, even without sexed-up clothes. Been seeing this guy long, have you?" he grumbled.

Willow stared up at him, eyes wide. After half a second, she got her thoughts under control. She pursed her lips, eyeing Aiden carefully. "Aiden...I'm going to ask you a very serious question. Are you secretly gay?"

She watched as anger sparked through his dark blue eyes. "What?!" he growled. "Fuck no!"

"You just analyzed my outfit like a fellow woman, which most men can't do...unless they're in touch with their feminine sides, at least. Can you blame me for thinking it?" she raised her hands up in the air in a sign of peace. "I'm just saying, you may want to take a few steps back and think about it. Maybe you're secretly in love with Bren or something. He's been serving your family for a really long time, hasn't he?" Slowly, she began walking backwards, toward the exit.

"Bren?!" Aiden repeated in a choked voice. "What is it with you and thinking I'm gay, especially for Bren?!" He growled, running a hand through his hair, glaring hotly down at her from the top of the landing. "Damn it, I had sex with you, didn't I? We made Prophecy together!"

Ouch, that was almost offensive, Willow winced. She swallowed, nodding quickly. "Uh, yeah, sure...But that was eight years ago and people do change you know. Maybe it's a recent thing?"

She knew he wasn't gay, not after all those hot glances and smoldering looks he'd sent her this morning. But damn it all if it wasn't hilarious to tease him like this. She'd never met a man who would let her tease and taunt him quite like this. It was a funny thing, watching a man like Aiden Frost turn red in a mixture of mortification and rage. Especially when she could tell he was the type who was always in control. The type who kept everything in it's place, immaculate and tidy. The fact that it was so easy for her to slip under his skin and drive him nuts was like offering candy to someone like her.

"I'll see you later," she winked and waved jauntily at him as she opened the door and left. Out on the street, she quickly locked the door behind her and then started off. She flagged down a taxi, telling the driver the address. It was a twenty-minute drive to his house. Getting out, she pulled the required amount from her pocket, handing over the cash. She'd made this trip so many times, she knew almost exactly how much, though it varied a little depending on conditions of the road and things.

It was 10:40 p.m. when she rapped her knuckles on the door. A minute later, the door opened slowly, revealing him peering out at her cautiously. As soon as she saw the recognition in his dark brown eyes, he opened the door all the way. "Hey, baby. I see you made good on your promise," he chuckled.

She briefly closed her eyes, stepping past him inside his house. His laugh ran down her spine, over her back, making her shiver. Once he had closed and locked the front door, she smiled up at him. "Yeah, I did."

He reached out and cupped her cheek, taking in her outfit. "You dress up for me?" he asked, a little light in his eyes.

She glanced down at herself. "I suppose I did," she admitted softly. As soon as she did, she closed her eyes tightly. Idiot, you shouldn't have said that. No emotions, no attachments. It's always just sex and that's it!

Andrew smiled softly. Honestly, he wouldn't even really call Baby's outfit 'dressing up'. But there was something about it...He wasn't sure, honestly. He was just so glad...so fucking glad she had shown back up as soon as she had. He'd been afraid something he had said the last time might of scared her away, might have shown too much how he felt for her. He resisted the natural instinct to kiss her lips, instead he used his hand at her cheek to tilt her head slightly to allow him access to her neck.

Her arms came around his neck, and she rose on her tip toes to make it easier for him. She let out a low moan, melting into him without a second's pause. His arms came around her, holding her close. His tongue played along the sensitive skin of her neck, his teeth nicking gently. She moaned again and he smiled. He shifted his hold, pulling back a little, to shove off her little black cardigan. Once it was off her, he gained access to the skin of her shoulders and arms. He nibbled along them, until he ran his tongue over her index finger. Lightly, he bit down on it, pulling another moan from Baby. He chuckled quietly, running her finger over his bottom lip.

"I want to hear you tell me what you want, baby," he whispered roughly.

"I want you to hang me up and let me ride you," she panted, rubbing herself against him. "But first I need us both out of these clothes so I can lick and kiss you all over. I need you in my mouth. I need you in my pussy. I need all of you tonight."

He growled in pleasure. "Mmmm...Yeah, I can do all that..."

Her lips twitched, her eyes filled with growing heat. "Oh, I'm so glad you can fit me into your busy schedule."

His arms around her tightened. "Of course I can. Hell, I toss the schedule out the window for you, baby. Wrap your legs around me," he ordered.

Willow was quick to do so, grinning wickedly. "You know I'm not going to let you make it there unscathed."

His answering grin was just as wicked. "Baby, I'm counting on it."

She didn't lie either. She kissed, played with, and licked every free inch of skin she could find. After she struggled to pull his shirt off over his head, she let her mouth roam over his body, drinking in the sight, taste, and feel of him like a dying woman. She set to her task, with the challenge in her own head to force him to be unable to hold back and have her before he reached the bed.

Three minutes later, she was feeling as pleased as a cat who had got the cream, laughing in happy abandon. She was lying flat on her back on the kitchen floor, arms wrapped around his neck as he slid in and out of her furiously.

Andrew's gaze darkened as she laughed beneath him. He paused, for half a second, shifting just slightly, and suddenly her laugh turned into a breathless, startled scream of pleasure. "Oh God!"

He chuckled, continuing his tempo, hitting that sweet spot, driving in and out as he felt his own release approaching at neck-breaking speed. "You always sound like the sexiest woman on earth when you scream in pleasure," he groaned. He felt her muscles tighten around him, pulling at his member as her orgasm made her shudder violently beneath him. At his back, her fingers dug in tightly, and he shivered. "Mmmm...Yes, mark me, love. Remind me I'm yours..." he growled as he came quite suddenly, eyes closed in pleasure.

As soon as the words slipped past his lips, he froze. His eyes popped open and he stared down at her face. Thankfully, she seemed to be unaware of the rest of the world around her, still far, far away in her own orgasm. He let out a soft breath of relief. Fuck, that could have been bad!

Panting, he braced himself over her, struggling to catch his breath. His heart was pounding a mile a minute, trying to jump out of his chest. He gasped in a few shallow breaths, feeling his head spin. His back stung from where she'd left marks, but it was a good burn and he welcomed it. Pushing back and up slightly, he let out a long breath. Once he felt mostly steady, Andrew reached down and lifted her into his arms, cradling her close. He had made it into the bedroom by the time he felt her shift.

Her voice was husky and light, almost drunk sounding. "You know...You really are quite a bad addiction I have," she murmured.

He glanced down, trying to force his mind not to pay too careful attention to that comment. Why would I be a bad addiction? He shoved the thought down. He couldn't focused on reality, only the fantasy of his time with her. The dream, the wonder of the time he had. "Am I?" he chuckled, fighting to keep his voice light. "I'd have to say the same about you," he admitted, though he knew she wouldn't understand what he really meant.

"Yeah?" she asked softly. He lowered her onto the bed, running his hands down her sides. Her fingers ran up his body in a sweeping motion, interlocking around the back of his head. She pulled him down, smiling in welcome. "Let's be bad and addicted together then," she whispered, raising up to run her lips over his ear.

She rose up fully, dragging him down and then rolling him over. He'd made quick work, flinging their clothes off onto the kitchen floor earlier. Now she began to work on what she'd told him before, tasting all of him. Her mouth and tongue found every inch of skin, every crevice, every spot that made him groan, begging for her. The heat in her belly grew with each of his moans, his pants, his whispered demands for her to keep touching him, to keep driving him over that edge.

It wasn't until she made him hang in a suspended, agonized state of near-orgasm for ten minutes that she finally gave it to him. He was quick to retaliate, once he'd caught his breath and gained some of his energy back. But with those electrifying lips of hers, calling him back to the world of the living, he hadn't taken very long. Letting out a dark growl, he pushed up to his elbows, eyes glittering in heated, almost insane lust. "Baby..." he said quietly and his voice said it all.

She pushed up from where she'd been lying atop his chest, kissing him gently, her fingers running up and down his side in lazy motions. She smiled briefly. "Finally on to the main dish, hmm?"

Rising to his feet, he pulled out the case under his bed, getting his tools. While he did, Willow moved over to his closet. She flipped on the switch, standing in the middle of the almost empty walk-in closet. In the center was a wooden chair and a padded black leather noose attached to a length of rope. Balancing easily, she stood on the chair, waiting patiently. With the height of the noose, standing on the chair made the noose reach where her collarbone was.

Andrew walked in, his height making him have to only barely struggle to tie her wrists together and then hook them through the noose. He made sure she was secure, asking if the ties were too tight, or too loose. Once he was sure she was safe, secure, and comfortable, he helped her wrap her legs around his hips. "Ready?" he asked.

She glanced down at him, nodding. "Ready," she confirmed, tightening her hold around his body by shifting her bound arms around his head.

He reached up and pulled one of the separate ropes close to the noose, that made it rise a little higher. He made it rise until her arms were forced to be up above her head, stretched until it was a little uncomfortable and she was helpless, but not so badly that it caused her any harm. They'd had many years to practice this and he knew just how far he could push it.

Once she was positioned just right, so that he could slid in and out of her without having to adjust in the slightest, he stopped. He stared at her breasts, taking one into his mouth, his fingers moving to run over her sides and back. His teeth played with her nipple, drawling a breathless gasp from her.

Willow let her head fall back on her neck as far as she could, eyes closed in pleasure. She let out a low laugh. "You know, you're the damn kinkiest man I've ever known." Maybe that's why I can't seem to get enough of your body, she thought silently.

"Quiet," he growled, his teeth nicking along her nipples. "I don't want to hear your words. I want your noises. I want your moans."

Her lips quirked up, but she stayed her words, as she'd been ordered. Instead, keeping her eyes closed, she focused on the pounding of her heart. Her legs shifted, tightening around him. She fought to lower herself, just slightly. His hard erection was pressed, resting in anticipation just at her entrance. She tried to force him inside her, but the rope and ties, the tension of the noose kept her from being able to. After trying for almost half a minute, she groaned impatiently.

His fingers ran down her stomach, over her curls, while his mouth moved to her other breast. "I didn't say you could have me yet," he chuckled.

Shifting, she stuck her tongue out at him. His mouth was on her breast, but his eyes were open, staring up at her with that dark, sweeping heat in his eyes. The heat sparked at her actions. In half a second, he had risen up, sucking on her tongue. It lasted for less than a heartbeat...

But it made her eyes widen in a mixture of lust and shock. The heat in her belly shot up into a flame. She struggled against her bounds again, a low, mewing sound escaping past her lips.

His dark eyes narrowed, his tongue flicking out to run across his lips. "Mmmm, yeah, baby. Just like that. Keep that up, baby, keep it up. Here's your reward." Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, he pushed himself inside her.

Willow let out a soft noise, somewhere between a purr and a growl in the back of her throat. Her eyes closed for two seconds before springing open and clashing with his, pupils wide and dilated in pleasure.

Andrew grinned, loving the dark, sensual feel of her. Especially when he was torturing her, driving her wild with her need of him. When every fiber of her being, every inch of skin, every breath of her lungs told him just how badly she needed him. It was in these moments he could fool himself and pretend she cared for him as much as he did her.

He knew it was stupid...foolish...almost evil and definitely wrong of him. But he couldn't help himself. He couldn't not think like this, do this to her now and again.

He sucked in a sharp breath, fighting down his own rising need. For now...For now, he was going to show her just how badly she needed him. Swiftly, he pulled himself out of her, before he let himself go in too deeply.

Willow growled, shaking her head, pulling against her restraints. "Fucking..." she gasped.

Andrew smiled widely. "Yeah...that's what we're doing right now, baby."

"Damn it..." she groaned. "Stop killing me..."

"Slowly? Softly? Sweetly?" he finished, groaning himself. "Baby, I would...but I can't stop. If anything...you need to stop. Stop being everything I need to keep existing. Stop being the one thing that keeps my body alive..." He could only pray she saw that as a metaphor for his sexual needs...Damn it...It was much too easy to just pour his heart out to this woman. The other problem was how little she seemed to realize it too.

Willow swallowed. "You're r-r-really..." her voice trailed off as he took her breast into his mouth once more. "Really into...this," she panted. "Fuck it," she moaned after another three seconds. "So am I..."

Andrew let it drawl out for nearly half an hour. Thirty minutes of sweet, sweet, moaning, groaning, shouting torture. Then, in a hard thrust, he put them both out of their misery. He stood stock still, the world exploding behind his eyes lids, clutching her body tightly to him, arms around her stomach. His lips lazily kissed at her belly, tongue running along a line of sweat that trailed down from her chest.

He let them rest for a few minutes before beginning a slow, steady tempo once more. His grip moved lower, to her hips, holding her still as he moved inside her, stretching her out, filling up her hot, slick, tight passage.

With each thrust, deep in his heart, in his mind, a single word kept up a drumming beat. The beat moved through out his body, growing faster, along with the beating of his heart, the speed of his thrusts.

Mine. Mine. Mine.