The Catch

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

"You should have checked the weather before we left. Then you would have known to bring a sweater."

Maxi couldn't help but giggle, still trying to glare playfully at August. He was still playing the gentleman, though, and she smiled as she saw him taking off his suit jacket. When it slid over her shoulders, she adored how warm it was from his body heat. It smelled like him too, and for a moment she forgot about her panties. His arms came around her though, and she turned her head slightly to hear what he had to say.

"If you're hinting about those panties, you might as well forget about them. Just like you, they're mine now."

She was about to whisper a protest, demanding what use he had for them, when she noticed August's fancy car come rolling up. August was moving away from her, and she didn't have a chance to voice her desire to have her underwear back. It wasn't cheap, and she happened to be fond of that pair. She made her way over to the car, holding August's jacket around her securely. Just as she was about to get in, August whispered to her, "Probably best you cross your legs. Don't want you making a mess in my car." This time she actually blushed with a bashful smile, hitting him very lightly and playfully in the chest. Honestly, he lived to torment her. Still, when she took a seat in the car, she did cross her legs, holding his jacket tighter around her.

When they started on their way, she looked at August when he expressed his hope that she had enjoyed supper. A grin came to her lips and she nodded. "Yes, it was lovely," she assured in her soft voice. As her eyes looked out the window, she noticed they weren't going toward her home. She was confused and about to ask her date about it, when he said, "You're not tired yet, are you? I would hate for you to miss out on the rest of the evening's events." She smiled wider, watching him as they drove. "Me tired? Surely you jest," she teased, glancing back out the window as she watched Scriptor Bay pass by. "Where are we going?" she asked innocently, her blue eyes turning back to him. The further they went, the more curious she became. "You're not going to take me out past the city to ravage and murder me down some secluded lovers' lane, are you? Because I'm not really prepared for all of that tonight." Her tone was playful and there was a gleam in her eye as she watched him drive. She wouldn't mind a good ravaging right now, no matter where they did it, but she could do without the murder.

[AUGUST WITT]

"Me tired? Surely you jest," August peaked over at her and grinned briefly as she gazed out the window, before his eyes landed back on the road. "Good, because I have plans with you." He said softly as they cruised through the city.

The evening in the city was always beautiful in August's opinion. The tall buildings twinkled with lights, the stars beamed down on them and the moon seemed so large over the city. Of course he had little to compare it to, but it was familiar and comfortable. He did love his home, even if he often wished for something more.

"Where are we going?" she asked after some time and a grin slid over his lips. "You're not going to take me out past the city to ravage and murder me down some secluded lovers' lane, are you? Because I'm not really prepared for all of that tonight."

His smile was a dark one as he glanced at her and chuckled. "Oh, my Maxine.. I wouldn't dare do all that. Not at lovers' lane, anyway." He teased and stayed quiet for a moment, letting it sink in that he could murder her if he wanted to. Of course he wouldn't. Murder wasn't his bag.

"Relax." He said softly. "I intend to ravage you and that's all. My intentions are impure, but certainly not evil. Well, maybe a little evil.." He chuckled. He made another turn and slid into a parking garage, the bar blocking the entrance sliding up for him. "I though perhaps you were getting bored of the same scenery. Tonight we fuck at my place." He took a quick glance at her to gauge her reaction. "I can bring you home at the end of the night, if you like. Or you're welcome to stay." He slid into his spot and put the car into park. "That's up to your discretion." He got out and made his way around the vehicle to the passenger side and slid her door open, offering a hand to her. "Miss McManus." He greeted in a low, growling voice, the corners of his lips turned up playfully.

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

"Oh, my Maxine...I wouldn't dare do all that. Not at lovers' lane, anyway."

Maxi couldn't help but laugh at August's teasing. She knew he wouldn't murder her; he seemed to enjoy her too much to murder her. It was nice to be able to joke with him the way she did. She remembered the first night she spent with him, she hardly knew how to react to him. Now, she was comfortable being playful with him...most of the time. She was also getting used to him calling her "my Maxine," and hoped he would continue calling her that for a while.

"Relax. I intend to ravage you and that's all. My intentions are impure, but certainly not evil. Well, maybe a little evil..."

Maxi giggled knowing his intentions were a little evil. August was wicked in his way. She wasn't actually nervous though. Maxi trusted August enough to know he wasn't taking her any place she should be nervous. When they pulled into a parking garage, though, a confused look came to her face. August answered her silent question almost as soon as they pulled in. "I thought perhaps you were getting bored of the same scenery. Tonight we fuck at my place." Maxi felt her face flush and her sapphire eyes widen in surprise. The smile that spread across her face indicated it was a good surprise, though. August was letting her into his space, and that made about one hundred and fifty times she had felt special that evening. He even told her she was welcome to stay. It was so sweet, in her mind, that she almost melted. She might actually take him up on that offer.

He came to her door and opened it for her, extending his hand. Maxi grinned, especially at the way he said her name, and she took his hand lightly as she slid out of the car, his suit jacket still on her shoulders. "Thank you, Mr. Witt," she said smoothly. She wrapped her arm in his again, taking a place next to him. "So, show me this place of yours," she requested softly, smiling up at him. She was so curious to see what his home looked like and what he had in it. She followed his lead into the building.

[AUGUST WITT]

Her cheeks were still a delicate shade of pink when he escorted her to the building, which made his haughtiness radiate around him.

"So, show me this place of yours,"

That was certainly the intention, but he didn't bother agreeing to the obvious, but gave her a small grin of acknowledgment. August still wasn't a man of many words. Sometimes he felt that Maxine spoke so she could hear herself or better so he would remember she was right there. At first he found it irritating, but after two some weeks of it, it became, at times, endearing if not still a little on the annoying side. It was simply one of her quirks. He'd learned to accept many of them, others he loathed while others still he learned to love, like the way her fingers always found themselves nestled in his hair. At first he didn't enjoy that sort of contact, but now he practically needed it.

He led her through the lobby and took her to the elevators. Fortunately the metal box was already sitting there at the main level so there was no wait. He gestured with his arm for her to enter. "After you." He said and when she had, he hit the button for the highest floor.

Augusts hands were clasped hanging down his front as the elevator started moving upward. He looked straight ahead for a moment before turning to watch her. Radiant as ever, maybe a little more. Her hair looked lovely, cascading down her shoulders, the ends slightly curled still. There were a few fly aways giving her a slightly wild look, but in a good, sexy way. The dress was flattering on her and he didn't hide the fact he was checking her out again.

He unfolded his hands and reached out to hold hers. Once his fingers locked around hers he pulled her roughly to him, catching her in his arms and keeping her close, a smirk on his lips as he looked down into her sapphire eyes. "Still cold?" he asked, amused.

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

Maxi followed August into the lobby, taking in her surroundings. It looked nice enough. The elevator was waiting for them already, though, so she didn't get a good look. It didn't matter. She had a pretty good idea that she would be back here again. "After you." She smiled at August and led the way into the elevator and watched as he hit the button for the highest floor. The penthouse? It shouldn't have surprised Maxi, but she hadn't seen this side of August before. The fancy, top-notch side of him clashed with her modest but comfortable style. He owned a sleek Bentley, she owned a worn Chevy. He lived in a penthouse, she lived in a small cottage. He was a politician, she was a teacher. He preferred wearing suits and she could live in jeans and t-shirts. It was funny how opposites attracted.

All of this was running through Maxi's head as she stood quiet, listening to the soft ping as they passed each floor. It took a while for her to notice August was watching her. She caught his face turned toward her from the corner of her eye, though, and she gave him a sidelong glance. Seeing him check her out, she grinned and turned her face to him. "What?" she asked softly. She watched him reach out for her hand, and her heart throbbed almost painfully. Did he want to hold her hand? It was unexpected and she let his fingers curl around hers, closing her hand around his. How sweet! He did want to hold her hand.

Just as her smile was growing to a warm one, melting at this affectionate contact, he yanked hard on her arm. With a squeal of surprise, she fell forward into his arms. In the process, she dropped her purse and his suit jacket on the floor unintentionally. They were forgotten as he grinned down at her and she was laughing in amusement, her arms coming around his shoulders. "Still cold?" Maxi laughed more, completely content latched in his arms. "Maybe a little," she replied playfully, keeping him close. He had swept her off her feet; not just literally, but figuratively. She was completely satisfied with that.

[AUGUST WITT]

"Maybe a little,"

His smile was devilish and a rumble of a laugh rumbled in the back of his throat once more. "Well, we'll see if we can't do something about that.." He retorted, his mouth coming dangerously close to hers as the elevator jolted to a soft stop. He left her hanging, pulling away from her and bending down to grab his jacket and her purse before leading her from the enclosure.

There were four large condos on his floor. It was the highest the main elevator would go, though there was another elevator that led to two much larger apartments on the top floor, but those needed codes to enter. August certainly didn't need that sort of room. As it was his condo was large and luxurious for only him. He led the way, fishing his keys from his pocket and unlocking his front door. The room opened into a large, modern living room. The ceiling was high but not vaulted, and the walls were all painted white, or what few walls there were. Most of the walls consisted of windows. The furniture was all black and white, the floors a soft, pale pine. There was a free standing fireplace that was already lit when they entered, and slightly off to the right was a kitchen with bar.

His home was spotless. August didn't do much living in the condo, and lately he'd been spending time at Maxine's. Plus he had a cleaning service come in during the day to take care of the dusting and laundry and all the small details he didn't care to do.

August pulled his gazelle through the threshold and shut the door behind her, locking it. He moved easily through his home, leaving her to follow, placing his jacket over one of the black and white couches and slipping her purse beside it. "Would you like a tour?" He asked, his grin wide, "Or are you only interested in one room."

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

"Well, we'll see if we can't do something about that..."

Maxi gave a breathy laugh, caught up in how close August's mouth was to hers. Just when she thought he was going to kiss her, the elevator came to a stop and he pulled away. Damn elevator. With a little sigh, she followed her lover out of the elevator and to his condo door. So it wasn't exactly a penthouse, but the second to top floor couldn't be cheap to live on.

When they walked in, August pulling her along Maxi took in the spare but stylish look of his apartment. Everything was spotless, even cleaner than her own house. It was a good chance he had a cleaning service come in to keep it as clean as it was. Maxi couldn't afford that luxury, though she had often fantasized about it. She couldn't deny, she was a little jealous that August could afford all this nice stuff. Then again, she didn't envy his job, so it balanced out. The condo was beautiful, though, with beautiful views from every angle. You could see the bay from this floor, and even at night it looked lovely. And with the fire in the freestanding fireplace, it was incredibly romantic. She quite possibly looked like a child in a museum looking around at her surroundings with big, curious eyes. His style was contemporary, but that gelled very well with August.

"Would you like a tour? Or are you only interested in one room?"

Maxi was jolted out of her admiration by his voice and it took her a moment to process what he had asked. Seeing his big grin, though, she grinned back, amused. "You make it sound like I'm only here to take advantage of you, Mr. Witt," she teased, moving closer to him. When she was standing in front of him, her playful little smile on her lips, she said softly, "I want the grand tour." And make you wait for it," she almost said, but refrained from doing so. If she did say it, she really wouldn't get the grand tour--he would simply whisk her away then and hold her hostage in his bed for the rest of the evening, and she was genuinely interested in seeing the rest of his home. It was a little more insight into August, and she was dying to know more.

[AUGUST WITT]

"You make it sound like I'm only here to take advantage of you, Mr. Witt," He chuckled. another quirk he had found he adored; being called Mr. Witt. It turned him on to no end. "I would never dream such a thing, Miss McManus." He countered with a chuckle as she sashayed over towards him. Part of him wondered if that was exactly what she was doing. He had deluded himself to believe it, but surely Maxine had thought they were more? Not a couple. Certainly not. August had given no notion that they were an item at any point, aside from taking her on a fancy date and bringing her home. That was a rarity. August had done it before, though. He'd obsessed over plenty of women in his time. She was, as far as he was concerned, another notch in his bedpost.

"I want the grand tour." He smirked and gave a nod, offering his arm for her to take. "Then let us look around."

He walked through the rest of the over large living room and towards the kitchen. "Where your dessert awaits." He teased softly, letting her look around. "There isn't much to eat, so hopefully you had your fill at supper." He continued on, walking casually. On the wall opposite the breakfast bar and kitchen was a small bar, and between the bars was a small sitting area. He moved her easily through the large open room past the dining area and a much large sitting area. Everything was crisp and neat and looked new.

There was wide, but small hallway that he took her down. There were two doors on either side of the hallway and at the end were double doors. "That room," He said pointing towards the double doors, "is mine. You'll see that later." He opened the door to the right and inside was a large black desk, the same style the rest of the house had. On the desk was a computer, and along the wall were some fancy filing cabinets and there was also another bar in here. A white. leather sofa sat in the center of the room with two matching chairs. "My office." He said softly.

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

Maxi giggled when August offered his arm so they could tour his house, but she took it graciously. She strolled beside him as if they were touring a mansion, finding all of this formality hilarious. When they reached the kitchen, she nodded appreciatively, finding it sleek and stylish, like the rest of his house. Did he decorate it, or did he hire someone to do it, she wondered. "Where your dessert awaits." She looked up at him with a bright smile. "Yeah, what is that dessert, by the way?" she asked, but he ignored the question. Tease. At least she had eaten plenty at dinner and didn't think she would need anything until dawn. She also noted the number of bars and an amused smile came to her face. "I'm afraid you're an alcoholic, Mr. Witt," she teased, grinning wide up at him so he would know she was joking. It seemed like the man could drink a whole bottle of wine on his own and still hardly feel it.

Maxi followed him to a small hallway and looked at him when he pointed to the double-doors. "That room is mine. You'll see that later." She smiled more, biting her lip a little wickedly. She wanted to see it now, but she would play along with this tour. When he opened the office door, she peeked her head in, looking at all of the nice things in there. White leather couches. A large desk and fancy filing cabinets. It was so...sparse. It was funny how she felt so boring around him, and yet when you looked into her office, she revealed she was anything but. Now, looking into his office...she felt the tables had turned. She thought he was so interesting, compared to her, but his office was so boring. Maxi smiled a little to herself, trying not to laugh at the thought. Was it really the other way around? Was she really the interesting one between the two of them? It made her so curious.

She walked into the office, and touched the white leather. "Aren't you afraid of messing up all of these white things?" she teased, looking up at him. "If I were you, I wouldn't let me around all of this white furniture. I'm going to end up staining something." She made it sound like a joke, but she was serious. Maxi couldn't be trusted with white things. All of her white clothes ended up stained and she probably invested in more stain remover than the average person should. What could she say? She had more important things on her mind than avoiding messing up her clothes or furniture, or other people's things for that matter. She leaned against a chair, looking at him. "When do I get to see your room?" she asked playfully, holding her hands in front of her.

[AUGUST WITT]

August wasn't afraid of messing anything in his home up. He was careful, and anyone who came over was the same. If something were to break or become stained he would either have it professionally cleaned or replaced. It was really that simple.

"If I were you, I wouldn't let me around all of this white furniture. I'm going to end up staining something." He raised a brow at her, watching her move easily through the room. In that dress she looked like she belonged there. Hell, with that face, she easily belonged here.

"When do I get to see your room?"

He chuckled and moved in front of her. "So eager." He breathed, his lips finding hers as his hands found her hips. "May I remind you that it was you who wanted the grand tour. We always save the best for last." He pulled her from the couch and wrapped his arm around her waist to escort her out of the room, shutting it behind her.

"And as for your fear of ruining my belongings, let me make it clear there are consequences." He said it simply, that devilish smile returning to his face. "I can assure you certainly don't want to have to pay for that, Miss McManus."

He moved across the hall and opened the door. Inside were all kinds of workout equipment. He held her close, not letting her go so she could move into the room. "No playing in this room. I'll give you all the workout you need." He purred into her ear, shutting the door quickly before moving to the room beside it.

"The guest bathroom." He introduced, opening it. It was a large bathroom with a long sink. A tiled wall with an opaque window ran half through the room, a large, free standing shower on the other side with an opaque glass door. "Not nearly as impressive as mine."

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

Maxi smiled up at August when he moved in front of her, grinning as he breathed, "So eager." She closed her eyes when his lips came to hers, his hands on her hips sparking her desire again. "May I remind you that it was you who wanted the grand tour. We always save the best for last." Maxi opened her eyes and couldn't help but smile, knowing he was right. Damn. He wrapped his arm tight around her waist and she followed him out, trying to be patient. Why was patience so difficult when it came to August?

"And as for your fear of ruining my belongings, let me make it clear there are consequences. I can assure you certainly don't want to have to pay for that, Miss McManus."

Maxi giggled at the wicked smile on his face. "I'll keep that in mind," she replied in a breathy voice, following him to the next room. It was full of workout equipment and she poked her head out a little to look at all of it. Well, now she knew how he stayed so fit. Were all Gargoyles obsessed with fitness? Maybe she would ask one day. When he told her not to play in the room, she rolled her eyes inwardly at being talked to like a child. Like she didn't know how to treat workout equipment..."I'll give you all the workout you need." His voice purring in her ear made her heart race and she gave a breathy laugh before turning to look at him. She hadn't needed to workout since she met him, that was for sure.

When he brought her into the guest bathroom, her eyes grew to the size of saucers. This was the guest bathroom? It was so upscale and large. "Not nearly as impressive as mine." She turned her wide-eyed gaze to him, then looked back to the room. "I was perfectly happy with my bathroom at home until now," she said sardonically, before smiling up at him. "I'm curious to know how impressive your bathroom is now." She realized how that sounded after she said it and she blushed a little with a breathy laugh. "I mean...later. You don't have to show me now," she said a little shyly. She really wasn't trying to be pushy. It was one thing to ask when she would see his bedroom when she was trying to be a flirt, but it flustered her to sound so impatient when she hadn't intended to. It embarrassed her a little, making her sound overeager, and she hoped it wouldn't put August off. It was strange to suddenly be so self-conscious now.

[AUGUST WITT]

August liked her reaction to the bathroom. Her eyes grew wide and he chuckled lightly at her. "I was perfectly happy with my bathroom at home until now," His hand reached up, playing with the curled edges of her hair. "I like your bathroom just fine." he rasped recalling the showers he'd taken in it. It wasn't nearly as nice as his, but the memories alone made hers far more superior.

August watched the blush creep over her cheeks, exciting him. He loved to see her become so bashful. It seemed she did it less and less, but when she did it made his stomach churn with need. He liked being able to make her turn crimson.

"You really want to see my bedroom, don't you." He chuckled and took her hand and led her from the bathroom. He shut the door and opened the one across from it. There was a dresser, a mirror, an overstuffed white arm chair and a king sized bed in it. The far wall wasn't a wall at all, but a row of windows looking out into the city, like the office beside it. Other than the furniture it looked very unlived in. "Guest room." He explained softly before shutting the door.

August gave her a long, hard look, his eyes boring into hers as they stood in the hallway, the doors all shut. "Since it's part of the grand tour.." He said softly, reading out and opening the right door and pushing it open, then the left. "And it pleases you." He chuckled, turning towards his room. He strolled in easily. It was spacious, and more lived in than the other rooms. The colors weren't as harsh in here, not as simple black and white. There were grays and browns, soft blues in the sheets and on his lamps. It was the only carpeted room in the house, and the carpets were eggshell. The far wall was windows and a glass door which lead to a balcony. His bed was a California king with at least a dozen throw pillows piled neatly on top. He had a bookshelf filled with books; all the classics. Across from the bed was a low dresser with a large television that was mounted to the wall, and by the windows were a sitting area looking out to the city. To the right the room opened up less. there was one closed door, which was a large walk in closet and beside that an opaque glass wall that had water beading down it, giving it the look of a rainy day, though the water was inside. The glass opened to a doorway and inside was his master bathroom. There were very few personal momentous in the room.

The bathroom was larger than the guest one. It had a long counter and a separate room just for the toilet, and the tub needed to climb into, deep like an actual Jacuzzi. The shower was completely see through. There were jets that shot water from all four corners and a raining spout on top. Across was a large, white chest that held towels and toiletries. It was as if someone had dreamed it into creation.

August watched Maxine, allowing her to explore, his eyes intent on her to see what she would think. It was all so over the top and he knew it. It wasn't anything like her home, but it was how he was. For some odd reason he felt self conscious suddenly with her in there, able to scrutinize him. He decided to allow her to make the next move.

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

"You really want to see my bedroom, don't you?"

Maxi turned redder, stumbling for a reply, but August just chuckled and took her hand, guiding her from the bathroom. Well, at least she wouldn't have to say how badly she wanted to see it. When he showed her the guest room, she was surprised. It was almost the size of her room at her house. While she liked the sprawling layout of his house so far, she liked the closeness of her own home. It was warm and cozy, just like her, a perfect reflection of her personality. In a way, August's home was the same. It told very little about himself, which she could say about him as well. He was very reserved, as reflected in his home. Maxi hoped his room was a little more revealing. The guest room was lovely, though.

When he shut the door and looked at her, Maxi wasn't sure how to react. She looked back at him with big, curious eyes, silent. "Since it's part of the grand tour...And it pleases you." She watched his hand open the doors to his bedroom, and when she looked in, she was in complete awe. It...was huge. There was more of a color scheme here and it actually looked like someone lived in this room, not just modeled for a magazine. Her mouth hung open a little as she looked around, stepping into the room absent-mindedly. Everything was large scale, right down to the massive bed. It was almost twice the size of her own bed, in her eyes. She looked at everything, taking all of it in. What caught her eye the most was the beautiful glass wall with water beaded on it. She wondered if it was just an illusion, and as she walked to the bathroom, she touched the wall. The water moistened her fingertips and she actually giggled at how silly she probably looked.

Walking into the bathroom, she was amazed. Well, the shower might be a little uncomfortable for the lack of privacy, but the jets in it looked like an experience in there would be divine. The bath was practically a small pool and she was so tempted to just jump right into it and take a bath now. She wondered if they would christen this bathroom the way they had christened hers. The thought of it made her heart race. Honestly, some of the best sex they had took place in her bathroom. She had to walk out of the bathroom before she got anymore ideas.

The last stop was to saunter over to the windows in his room, looking out at the view. She walked right up to the windows and looked down, almost dizzy with how high they were. It was like she was standing on a ledge. When she looked out across the city, it looked like the ground was twinkling with lights. Almost like fireflies. It was beautiful. She turned back to look at August. "Wow," she started. "I'm really impressed, Mr. Witt." She giggled a little, stepping back toward him. "This place is beautiful," she complimented in a soft voice. Her eyes looked over at the bookshelf and she smiled wider before bringing her eyes back to his. "I'll have to peruse your collection later. Oh, and I'm taking a bath in that tub at some point, just so you know," she teased. When she reached him, she put her arms around his shoulders, her smile warmer and her cheeks a little flushed. "Thanks for bringing me here," she said quietly. He was letting her see more of him. She wouldn't say it, but that meant a lot to her. Maybe they weren't "together" in the strictest sense, but she felt maybe, just maybe, they were inching their way there. It made her happy, and she let him see that in her smile.

[AUGUST WITT]

"Wow, I'm really impressed, Mr. Witt." Her tone was amused, but he didn't smile back. Normally he aimed to impress, but he didn't try with her. Not anymore. Then again no one needed to try and impress with a home like his; it came with the territory. "I'm pleased you're pleased, Miss McManus." Came his easy reply as she meandered through the large bedroom. Her shoes made no noise in this room, which in itself was almost a tease. He liked the way her heels sounded against the wood and tiled floors of his home.

"You're welcome to peruse any time." He said, his eyes still locked on her as she moved towards him. She was checking it all out and for some odd reason he felt almost exposed to her. He had plenty of women in there but they came to get into his bed and that was that. They fussed over the bathroom, but he didn't like people to simply wander around. "And perhaps I'll bathe you later this evening. I think you'll certainly need a good washing after I'm through with you." The devilish smile was back.

"Thanks for bringing me here," She said to him softly, her arms draping over his shoulders and he gave a halfhearted nod, as if to say it wasn't a big deal. "Thank you for insisting you see this room." Came his amused reply, his hands gliding easily over her waist and then around to her back, pulling her closer. His hands moved up and down, gliding easily over the fabric. His fingers found the zipper to her dress and he gave a slight tug, starting to unzip it. "Is this what you were hoping for?" He asked raising a brow before pulling the zipper back up some. "Or are there other things you'd like to do first. Say, watch a movie or read a book.. shoot pool.." He shrugged, as if to say he didn't care what they did though it was clear what he wanted. "Have you warmed up yet?"

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

"Thank you for insisting you see this room."

Maxi giggled, feeling warmer as August's hands glided over her hips and pulled her closer. She was still in her heels which made her taller than usual, but she liked that she was closer to his face. It made it easier to kiss him, which is exactly what she wanted to do right now. She refrained, though, enjoying the warmth his hands left on the fabric of her dress, warmth which reached her skin gently. His hands reached her zipper, and she felt her cheeks flush, his fingers tugging on the zipper gently.

"Is this what you were hoping for?" Maxi's heart was creeping into her throat until she felt him pulling the zipper back up. "Or are there other things you'd like to do first? Say, watch a movie or read a book...shoot pool..." She knew he was just saying that. It was obvious he didn't want to do any of those things, and she wasn't entirely interested in doing them either. "Have you warmed up yet?" She grinned at the joke, suddenly very aware that she was still missing her panties.

"No I haven't warmed up yet. And it's good you should mention that because I think we should take care of that first," she said matter-of-factly, but there was a little gleam in her eye. Since she was a little taller in her heels, all she had to do was get on tip toe to bring her mouth close to his. "How do you propose we do that?" she teased in a voice barely above a whisper. Her cheeks her flushed and his breath was warm so close to her mouth. With a small smile, she pressed her lips to his, her fingers finding their way into his hair once more. Her heart was skipping every other beat and she found it funny that he still had that effect on her.