4 comments/ 53363 views/ 19 favorites Mutual Feelings Ch. 01 By: DirtyAliceBlack Nyssa was fuming as she stood all the way on the other side of the room, watching as Nadine, her brother's work colleague practically threw herself at him. It was nauseating and all she wanted to do was grab the bitch by her hair and drag her away from her brother. Perhaps this wasn't exactly what a sister should be feeling for her brother, protective maybe but this burning jealousy was unusual...she knew that. That was why she had never told her 26 year old brother – Dean, of her feelings for him. Nyssa gritted her teeth against her anger and knocked back the rest of her champagne. This New Year's party wasn't doing it for her. A sharp pang of hurt slammed into her heart as she watched as Nadine slid her mouth over Dean's and she turned her back on them. Feeling extremely agitated, Nyssa passed a hand over her dark hair that hung down her back in waves of blue black. She wished to God she hadn't agreed to come to this stupid party, but unfortunately her mother and she and Dean's dad had gone to spend the evening with the grandparents, not exactly Nyssa's scene. "How you enjoying the party Nyssa?" Nyssa turned to find Luke, her brother's best friend standing beside her with a warm smile. Luke was a really nice guy, and she had always thought that if she hadn't had the feelings she had for her older brother then she would have definitely fallen for him. He had baby blue eyes, he had a great smile, the kind that made a woman go weak in the knees and a lean tall body. Though it wasn't as tall or as lean as Dean's. Nyssa shrugged and gave him a small smile. "I suppose it's going well isn't it?" she conceded, allowing her hazel eyes to sweep over the room that was packed with people, but she carefully avoided looking at her brother's corner. It wouldn't surprise her if they were having full blown sex out in public. "Everyone seems to be having a nice time." "Everyone except for you." Luke murmured, looking at her with warm eyes, then he quickly threw a look in Dean's direction before transferring that gaze that was filled with sympathy back to her. Nyssa's mouth fell open in shock as she realised that he had somehow figured it out. "You know?" She asked in a shushed tone. Luke shrugged and looked apologetic. "It's kinda hard not to. Notice I mean. It's pretty much obvious every time you look at him." Nyssa felt her cheeks heat up and knew that she was blushing like mad. Quickly looking away she didn't say anything to his comment and just avoided on getting control of her emotions. "Hey, hey," a hand landed on her shoulder and drew her close to a warm body, "don't worry about it, I'm not gonna tell anyone, not even dean. I swear. Believe me if I was going to do that I would've done it already since I've kinda known about it for a while." At that assurance Nyssa managed to give him a small smile. "Thanks Luke." She murmured. She couldn't help but throw another glance at her brother and when she saw that he had the gorgeous Nadine backed against the wall and his tongue down her throat she looked away yet again. Why did she torture herself like this? Dean, perfect specimen that he was never going to look at her that way, to him she was his sister, granted she was only his half sister but it didn't make any sort of difference anyway. Besides, even if she hadn't been his sister he probably wouldn't have looked at her twice. She wasn't his type. Dean preferred tall leggy blonds that looked like they'd stepped right out of a magazine catalogue. And to be fair they did look fantastic on his arm. It was the contrast she supposed. Dean was 6"3, with the most amazing body ever, thick athletic thighs that made all his jeans cling ever so slightly (not too much because otherwise he felt it might compromise his masculinity) and then he boasted a six pack drilled into tawny skin that just made women both young and old salivate. His hair was pitch black, same shade as hers and he has a full sensual mouth that always managed to mesmerize Nyssa into staring at it when he talked. His eyes were a sparkling green that always seemed to be laughing at something, immediately making any unknown person fall into his spell. Yep. He was THE guy all right. "Hey, you wanna leave for a bit? Go for a ride? It might hello get your mind off some things." Luke suggested. "I mean you don't have o if you don't want to," he rushed to reassure her, "but it might help get things off your chest." The guy really was a gem, Nyssa thought. And he had a point. She really didn't want to be here for the countdown, especially for the traditional kiss that would follow. She wouldn't be able to take it knowing that the person when would be kissing would not be Dean. Looking up at Luke with a smile she nodded. "That would be great Dean. Thanks." And with that she allowed her hand to slip over his arm when he offered it to her to lead her away from her heartbreak. * * * Dean had to fight down the urge to shove Nadine away from him when out of the corner of his eye he caught his baby sister leaving with his best friend. What the hell was Luke thinking? And where did he think he was taking Nyssa? But then, with Nadine crawling all over him like a rash he didn't think he would be able to entangle himself from her in time to catch them before they headed out. It would take him five minutes alone to cut through the crowd. As he watched, his sister's bare elegant back disappear from his view he felt rage engulf him in one big swoop. What if Luke tried to take advantage? He knew Luke was a loyal friend and would never make a move on his sister, but what sane man wouldn't make a pass at that? Nyssa looked absolutely stunning in her black halter neck top that left almost her entire back naked. Then she was wearing those tight black jeans and the red Marilyn Monroe shoes just made her legs look incredible. Any man would want to get in between those. Then her hair was loose and her big hazel eyes just managed to looks sultry. Add to that plump lips and any man would be in heaven. At the thought of her his hands involuntarily tightened on Nadine's waist and he felt her jerk away from his neck where she had been gifting his neck with small nips and kisses, to yelp in pain. "Sorry," he mumbled, taking a step back from the stunning blond, "listen, why don't we get something to drink?" After all, the night had barely started and she had just latched herself onto him the minute he had walked in through the fucking door. Then, without waiting for a response from the stunned girl, he walked around her, eyes brooding as he went in search of the kitchen to get a good stiff drink to get thoughts of his best friend and his sister out of his mind. * * * It was only a few minutes to midnight as Luke led her back to the house. "Thanks Luke," she said with a smile as they walked back into the loud house through the kitchen door, "it really helps to talk to someone." Luke smiled at her. "It's no problem, any time you need someone to listen, you know where I am." Nyssa laughed for the first time that night. "God, don't make me an offer like that!!! I'll be calling you non stop to moan about the slightest of problems and then you'll be wishing you could just toss me into a river so I would shut up!" "Only if I was going in the river with you." He added with a flirtatious wink that just made her laugh even more. He really was a sweetheart. At that moment she heard them start the countdown, which for some reason she hadn't just asked Luke to stay with her until it was over. That was a cowardly thing to do and she could be many things but a coward wasn't one of them. "Come on; let's join the masses for the big transition into the 06." She said with a dry tone and took his hand to lead him back to the living room where everybody had already pared off and were counting down with a feverish glint to their eyes as they looked at each other. The excitement was palpable in the room as there was a chorus of 1's in the room swiftly followed by 'happy new year!' Nyssa looked at Luke who was laughing. "What the hell?" He said, and then as she grinned helplessly back at him (because the guy was just so contagious), he leaned down and pulled her into his very steely arms and then with another wink, lowered his mouth down to hers. It might not have been Dean, but as his tongue parted her lips and swept into her mouth, she was definitely not going to complain! Uttering a moan of surprise at his skillful and tasty invasion of her mouth, Nyssa wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders and kissed him back just as fiercely as he was kissing her. Then, just as she was beginning to appreciate that Luke was actually turning her on, she was yanked away from the warmth of Luke's body by an angry hand on her arm and blinking in confusion at Dean's furious glare. "We're leaving!" He snarled, and then he cut a glare at Luke. "And I'll deal with you later." Without another word, not even to Nadine who had come running in shock after him, he began to drag her outside. "Jesus, Dean lay off! What the hell is wrong with you?" Nyssa cried in alarm as he pulled her out the kitchen where just a few minutes ago she had arrived. "Shut up, we'll talk about this when we get home." He snarled. Nyssa tugged at her arm. "Dean let go! You're hurting my arm." She tried to pry his fingers off of her arm but it was a futile attempt as he didn't budge an inch and pretty soon they were at his car. Just as he was shoving her into the passenger's side, Luke jogged up to Dean. His eyes showing a little guilt but mostly worry as he looked from Nyssa to his friend. "Hey man, listen. Don't take it out on her, I kissed her and –," Dean spun around and caught Luke by his shirt jerking him close with a snarl of anger. "I don't wanna hear it. I don't want you touching my sister. She's off limits to you, do you understand?" Luke's eyes narrowed in anger and he shoved Dean away from him. "Don't tell me what to do man, you're sister's 19, she knows what she's doing. Don't think you can tell her what to do any more then you can tell me." Dean moved around the front of the car to the driver's side. "Just stay away. But don't worry," he said in a threatening tone as he eased into the driver's seat, "me and you are gonna have this out." Luke shook his head in disbelief before glancing at Nyssa and mouthing 'I'm sorry', but she just shook her head and gave him a weak smile, hoping it would be reassuring enough. But as she glanced at her brother and saw fury the likes she had never seen etched on his face as he backed the car out, she didn't think that she was going to be all that well. Mutual Feelings Ch. 02 (Just a warning that this story will be better understood if you have read the first installment but if not hope you enjoy anyways ;)As always any feedback is welcome. Thanx xxx) The silence in the car was not a comfortable one. After they’d left the party Dean hadn’t opened his mouth once. Every few seconds Nyssa would glance at her brother from under her lashes but the thunderous look that had been on Dean’s face when he’d yanked her away from Luke was still in place. He wouldn’t even look at her, just kept his eyes on the road and drove calmly, quietly… or at least that’s what she thought until she looked down at his hands as they held the wheel. His knuckles were white as a sheet and Nyssa felt the apprehension within her go up another notch. But as she turned to look out the car window a frown marred her features. She didn’t understand what had gotten into Dean. He knew she dated and obviously he knew she must kiss her dates, in fact he had caught her kissing with Sean Davis on the porch on prom night and he hadn’t reacted like this – and she’d been younger then! Nyssa stifled a sigh. She would’ve understood if he had been a little upset, because guys had that weird rule about best friend’s and their sister, but this was just over the top. “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t act like a slut in public. It might not have occurred to you but that kind of behaviour actually embarrasses me.” Dean mumbled into the silence. Nyssa’s head snapped around and she stared at him, eyes wide – mouth gaping open at his words. “What?” “You heard what I said.” He snarled the words this time. “Yes I did but I was hoping that I’d heard wrong.” She snapped as she turned in her seat to face him completely. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “You were all over Luke.” He hissed, and he took his eyes from the road long enough to glare at her through furious green eyes. Again Nyssa’s mouth gaped. “It was a god damned New Year’s kiss Dean! What the hell is wrong with you? Nadine was all over you for half the fucking night and may I add in public, you didn’t see anything wrong with that. I get a fucking traditional New Year’s kiss and you do this?” She turned away from him and folded her arms across her chest, feeling untold anger course through her at his high handed way. “A peck on the lips is a New Year’s kiss Nyssa, he had his tongue down your throat!” “Just like Nadine had her tongue down yours you frigging hypocrite!” He didn’t respond to that but out of the corner of her eye she saw his jaw tighten. But she didn’t care, this was ridiculous. After years of her dating he decided to go into the big brother role now? What was wrong with him? Dean had never been like this. Maybe he had been drinking; she reasoned half heartedly, making an excuse for his out of character behaviour. The rest of the way was filled in stony silence and Dean hadn’t even turned off the ignition and she was out of the car. She crossed the lawn as quickly as her heels would allow and by the time she reached the door her keys were already at hand. Although she was ignoring him Nyssa was very aware of the sound of him slamming the door to the car shut and then his heavy footsteps following her own. Opening the door, she swept inside not even bothering to look back, instead she left the door open and just headed upstairs to her room, she really didn’t want a follow up of that insulting argument they’d had in the car, and with Dean in this strange idiotic mood she wasn’t sure that they could be in the same room together and not tear each other to shreds right now. Despite the very strong feelings she had for him she was seething. He’d called her a slut! The hypocritical bastard! Nyssa couldn’t remember ever being so angry with him; the rage inside her surpassed even the jealous fury that had consumed her at the beginning of the night. As she slipped into her room she shut the door quietly, not really wanting to remind him of the fact that they still had an unfinished argument. If he wanted to make something of it then he could take it up with her tomorrow. Angrily she untied the halter and it was as she went to pull it off that her door crashed open to frame an incensed Dean on the other side. With a hiss of irritation she clutched the top to her breasts. “What now?” She demanded, hazel eyes narrowed in anger. “We weren’t finished.” His voice was low, controlled and for some reason it made the tension in the room go up another notch. He was silent as he took in the angry flush that stained her cheeks and the drooping top; he felt himself harden at the sight but strained for control. “Look Dean I don’t know what you’ve been drinking but you’re clearly not in your right mind tonight so I’d rather you sleep whatever it is that’s wrong with you, off and then if you still wanna make something of it then we can talk in the morning. I’m tired and pissed so please just go away.” Having said that she turned her back to him and kicked off her heels. “Where did you go with Luke?” “Did you hear what I said?” She snapped. She whirled around to face him again only to take an immediate step back when she found him standing just behind her. “Or did the alcohol affect your hearing too?” She asked with stinging false sweetness. “Don’t push me Nyssa.” He warned his expression dark as he stared down at her. “No, Dean. Don’t you push me. I don’t know what your problem is and frankly I’m past caring after the way you insulted me for no good reason. I understand that as my brother you might not wholly approve of me dating but I’m your sister, not your daughter, which means that I can kiss or be a ‘slut’ with anybody I want to and you can’t do anything about it!” She saw instantly by Dean’s face that that had been the absolute worst thing she could’ve said – but it was too late and all she could do was give a yelp when his hand shot out and wrapped itself around her long mass of hair then using it as leverage, dragged her closer than was decent for brother and sister. “Dean.” She censored, ignoring the feeling of swooping butterfly’s that invaded her stomach at the closeness. This was not time to be thinking about him in that way, he needed to be put in his place. Using his hand on her hair, he tilted her face up until she was staring up at him, his features highlighted only by the light spilling into her room from the hallway. “Can’t I?” He whispered, green eyes glittering through narrow slits as he glared down at her startled expression. “You pushed me too far this time Nyssa.” His voice was menacing as he took a step forward, making her retreat. “I see you with your little dates, always giving them a kiss here and a kiss there, always wearing something that bares a multitude of skin. Is it to make sure I see you? To wind me up? And now you go and kiss Luke.” “He kissed me!” Stunned by his accusations it was all Nyssa could think of to say to defend herself. Yes, she wanted Dean, and yes she had always wanted him to look at her as more than a sister, but she had never ever used other guys to make him jealous. That was beneath her, a humiliating step for someone who had as much as pride as herself. “And you kissed him back.” He hissed and his hand tightened just that bit more on her hair, making her lips part on a gasp. “You wanted to get my attention acting the way you were, leaving the party with him. Well you succeeded little sister. Well done to you, I just wonder if now you’ll be able to deal with it.” “Deal with wh –” her question was cut off as with another sudden movement he jerked her up to her toes and planted his lips on hers, muffling the rest of her words and sending her into oblivion. The affect he had on her was instant, she sagged against him as he forced his tongue into her pliant mouth and he pulled her into him tight, driving the air from her lungs with the strength of his embrace. Nyssa groaned in a mixture of shock, pleasure and longing. Her lashes swept down to cover dazed hazel eyes as her arms wrapped around him in blind rapture, she didn’t even mind the crushing hold he had on her. Dean tore his mouth away from hers and speared with another glare. “You let anyone touch you like this ever again – and I’ll kill them.” He watched as her eyes widened in alarm at his silky threat before crushing her lips beneath his again. He knew he was out of control but with jealousy burning through him like acid and the vodka shots mixed in with it, Dean could no longer contain the primitive urges he felt whenever he looked at his sister. Nyssa couldn’t summon the will to push him off her. Every time he kissed her she went under. This wasn’t the way she had always imagined it would be, and in the back of her mind there was a voice telling her that no matter how much she wanted him this was wrong. After all, one of the reasons she hadn’t really resisted her feelings for him all that much was because she had known that nothing would come of them. Obviously she had been very badly mistaken. As Dean advanced yet again, Nyssa felt the back of her knees hit the edge of her bed and with another push they tumbled onto it. Dean drew himself up on his knees and glanced down at her as she lay there breathing heavily, her hair spread all over the light blue duvet. God, he’d wanted her like this for so long…he wasn’t sure how long he’d manage to keep the thin veil of control that he had managed to retain. Looking at her flushed face, he curled his fingers around the halter top and then slowly began to draw it over her body…and he felt his cock harden even more as he bared creamy breasts encased in a strapless scrap of black satin, practically begging to burst free of their constraints. Her waist was small… with an enticing curve that he couldn’t help but trace with the flat of his hands…before tracing it to her stomach, allowing a finger to dip into a delectable belly button. Nyssa watched as the amazing concentration on his face as he watched his hands caressing her body, it made her shiver and she felt wetness spread between her legs. “Dean?” She murmured, catching the hand on her belly with her own. His glazed eyes jumped up to hers and held her gaze as she took his hand with hers and led it to the fastening of her jeans. It hit him – the seriousness of what he was about to do hit him. But he couldn’t deny himself now, not when he had Nyssa, the woman he wanted most in the world lying beneath him, body half bared to his heated gaze. His eyes not leaving hers, Dean drew the top over her head and then threw it somewhere behind him, before reaching for the button down denim with both hands and opening the last vestige of clothing that could truly protect her from him. When he had them undone, he caught the material in his hand and began dragging it down her shapely legs, making her lift them up. This gave him an incredible view of everything. She wore black panties that barely covered her ass and that went lower then necessary at the V of her legs. He pulled them off the remaining length of her legs and as they fell back down on the bed they were spread. Just for him. The thought seared his mind even as he tossed the trousers in the general direction of the top before yanking his own t-shirt over his head in a jerky movement. His hands were actually shaking. Nyssa almost whimpered when she saw all that skin, she’d seen it before, when he’d finished a shower and came out wearing nothing but a towel around his hips, he’d been untouchable then. He wasn’t now. Taking advantage of the fact that he was busy unzipping his jeans; she wrapped her bare legs around him and drew herself into a sitting position on his lap. She pressed her breasts to his chest only to groan in frustration as the material muted the delicious sensation of his skin against hers. As if guessing the reason for her distress, Dean pulled his hands from between them and reached around her to undo her bra, and then his hands were filling themselves with her soft breasts as the material fell away. “That feels good.” She moaned, her head falling back as she moved her hips experimentally, grinding herself against the hardness that had insinuated itself between her spread thighs. “Yeah?” He husked, dipping his head to lick at the cherry coloured pebbles that were her nipples. Instantly her hands drove into his crow black hair and she arched her back, feeding him more of her breasts. “How about this?” He murmured an instant before he scraped the turgid ends with his teeth. Nyssa gripped his hair harder and ground herself against him in less controlled movements. “Good.” Was all she managed to choke out in response. Then she caught his face in her trembling hands and angled his face up so that she could nibble on those full lips which had always driven her crazy. Allowing her free reign over his lips, he slid his hands to the back of her panties and sliding his hands in gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her roughly against him. “I love your ass,” he murmured against her lips, “harder – grind against me harder Nyssa.” He demanded and was rewarded with a sharper nip to his lower lip before she granted his wish, rubbing herself against him like an overenthusiastic cat. Groaning in heated desire, he caught the flimsy material between his hands and pulled hard. The sound of the tearing fabric amidst their heavy breathing was like an explosion and all it did was make their encounter more frenzied. Hard as a rock and wanting to feel nothing but the inside of her wet cunt around him, Dean shoved impatiently at his jeans and boxers. Not even bothering to check if she was ready for him he gripped her thighs adjusted his hips until his blunt head fell at her entrance…and shoved hard. “DEAN!” The scream was ripped from her lips as she felt him tear into her virgin cunt and fill her painfully to the hilt. Dean went stiff with shock as through the blinding pleasure he managed to register the feeling of tearing into something…meaning… “Nyssa!” He released her shaking thighs to frame her beautiful face in his hands. When she turned her eyes up to his, his heart slammed against his chest at the tears he saw there. “Nyssa…Jesus. Baby, I didn’t know I swear I didn’t know.” He murmured, placing light kisses all over her face as he murmured heart felt apologies against her skin, trying to force his body to stay still as she adjusted to the shock of his invasion. “I swear, I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Aware that he meant what he said, Nyssa clutched his shoulders as she felt her muscles clamp down even harder over him as they tried to overcome the discomfort of having him inside her. Gosh, she hadn’t even seen the size of him! If she had, this probably wouldn’t have happened, because she would’ve never allowed something as huge as he felt, to have gone inside her. “Nyssa,” he whispered as he dropped his lips to her shoulders, “I can’t stay still anymore. I either pull out or…” Dean trailed off as guilt for having hurt her made him unable to voice what he wanted from her. Against his cheek he felt her hair move as she nodded against him. “It’s okay.” She whispered. “You sure?” Nyssa just managed to nod again. Though it was still hurting she didn’t want him to pull out of her, she wanted to please him. His hands caught her hips in a firm grip and she grimaced a little as she felt him draw out of her slowly, as if he were afraid he would hurt her again. He murmured encouragement against her neck as he slid himself back in, a slight groan escaping him as he bottomed out, and Nyssa tightened her thighs in reflex around him. He took it slow for a little bit and after a few minutes of hearing his muffled moans of pleasure she felt the discomfort fade enough that she felt a slight stirring of pleasure with every time he thrust into her. Experimenting slightly she rocked a little towards him and gasped when that forced him deeper inside her. It felt good. She tried it again and this time he hissed her name as her head went blank from a flash of raw pleasure. Sliding his hands to her ass once more he caught the underside of her cheeks and spread them wide and sank another inch of himself into her as his thumb brushed the tight bud of her anus. “Ohhh,” she half sighed half whimpered as he started moving her on him, using her ass as leverage. “Ride me Nyssa, ride me hard.” He groaned and then had to fight his orgasm when she caught his rhythm and began tightening her muscles on him. “Yes baby, that’s right, ride me good.” Nyssa braced her hands on his shoulders and pulled slightly away to watch the expression of pure ecstasy on her brother’s face as she started moving faster against him. The friction their movements caused inside her felt incredible and she couldn’t help moving harder against him, so that he bottomed out with every hard thrust he levelled up at her. Wanting release more than anything he rose up and tipped her onto the sheets, before pulling her legs from around his hips and hooking them up over his shoulders. “Hold on baby.” He whispered, and watched as she clutched the duvet in her tight fists before he gripped one of her hips hard and started slamming into her tight wet cunt like a sledgehammer. “Fuck yes!” He shouted as he heard her little whimpers, they just made him slam harder into her. “You like it now don’t you baby? Yeah that’s right, take my meat. Yeah.” Nyssa couldn’t breathe, her legs were starting to ache as he held them open and high over his shoulders but it wasn’t enough to override the overwhelming pleasure that had inhuman sounds bursting from her lips. “Dean – oh Dean!” Then unexpectedly, she started shaking uncontrollably as ecstasy exploded inside her making her scream like she had when he’s slammed into her. Hearing her scream of completion, Dean grunted and his hips began to piston against her until, with and arching of his spine he stiffened above her and came with a shout that rang in his ears as he jerked wildly against her, sending jets of his cum inside her before he just slumped down on top of her. Rolling off her after a bit, he stared at the shaft of light in the ceiling that came from the still open door. The room was still, and all that broke the silence was their frantic breathing. But as it was as Dean calmed down that something hit him. “Nyssa.” “Yes?” She asked breathlessly, lifting a hand to feel her raging heart, her body still stunned into immobility with pleasure. “I didn’t use a condom.” Nyssa could’ve sworn that her heart stopped in that second as his words hit her like blows to the stomach. Then a fist of panic closed itself over her heart and with a cry of horror she leapt off the bed and ran for the bathroom, slamming and locking it shut as reality came crashing down on her. Outside she heard hurried heavy steps before a fist beat on the door. “Nyssa, come on out of there.” His voice was no longer angry, just slightly worried and exasperated. “Don’t panic about this, just come out here and talk to me baby.” Shaking her head as if she could see him she backed away until she was sitting, naked and shivering on the edge of the bath. Oh God what had she done? She buried her face in her hands and ignored Dean’s worried questions on the other side. She’d slept with her brother and they hadn’t even thought to use a condom. What was the matter with her? And as she thought about the current mess she was in, a face floated into her mind’s eye, a face that had been kind and helped her when she’d been in turmoil, with laughing blue eyes and a contagious smile. She glanced at the en suite phone. Luke. Mutual Feelings Ch. 03 Nyssa started at the sound of something hitting the bathroom window. She had no idea how long she'd been there, Dean outside the door trying to convince her to come out. But she hadn't been able to face him, not after what they had done. Fantasizing had been one thing, but the reality of it had just plain overwhelmed her and when he had told her he'd forgotten to use a condom her brain had gone into overdrive and she'd locked herself away... and then she'd done something which she wasn't so sure was the right thing... Flinging a wary look at the bathroom door she walked over to the window and dragged it open, then after sucking in a heavy breath she looked poked her head out the small window and searched the grounds dark grounds beneath her house until she saw a flash of blond. "Luke?" She called, keeping her voice as low as possible, even though she was pretty sure Dean wouldn't hear through the buffer of the shower head, she didn't want to take the chance of being overheard. "Hey, can you climb down?" Was the hushed reply that she heard. Nyssa looked down at the pipes...hell she'd done this when she was a kid but she was a hell of a lot bigger now and the pipes might not be able to take her weight. She glanced back at the door. It was either down the pipes or out that door. Where Dean was still waiting for her. Making up her mind she turned back to the window. "I'm coming." "Just be careful." It was trickier than she remembered, not to mention the damn robe always got in the way but she managed to climb down and thank her god that the pipes had held strong. As she dropped down she fell straight into Luke's arms and she jerked in shock at the unexpected feel of his hands on the lower back of her thighs as her robe rode up and he was forced to hold tight to her. She threaded her arms around his neck and caught her breath as he slid her down the length of his body until her feet touched the cool grass. Wordlessly, Nyssa looked up at his shadowed face and found herself breathless... and it wasn't from the climb down. "Wanna go?" She nodded wordlessly and with one last look at the window of the house she allowed Luke to lead her away from the house. * * * She was sitting on one of Luke's kitchen stools at the counter, her hands wrapped around a warm mug of hot chocolate. She'd had a shower and Luke had leant her a t-shirt and some sweats, both of which hung off her small slender frame. Luke was leaning against the counter, watching her quietly. "Thank you Luke..." she spoke in normal tones for the first time since arriving at his place, "for helping me out." "I told you that any time you needed anything then all you had to do was call." He murmured, lifting his shoulders in an elegant shrug that brushed away her gratitude. "Are you okay? You seemed pretty shaken up on the phone and then when I saw you, you didn't seem any better." He said quietly. Nyssa felt herself tense and she made herself meet his steady blue gaze. "I - I panicked that's all... confused, I felt...confused too." She stuttered, lowering her gaze once more as images of her legs wrapped around her brother's lean hard body filtered into her mind... his mouth on her breasts... his thickness thrusting inside her as he urged to ride him hard... Nyssa shook her head to block out the wayward thoughts, knowing well that thinking about it now was only going to make things worse. "Why were you confused? Was it because I kissed you and Dean didn't like it?" Nyssa shook her head and felt her cheeks turn bright red. She'd never been a good liar. "No, no. That wasn't it." "Then what is it?" He asked, a frown of confusion marring his attractive features. "What happened?" Nyssa took in a deep shuddering breath as her hands tightened around her mug. "Dean... that is, Dean and I... we..." her eyes focused on her white knuckled hands and she took in another deep breath, "Dean was angry and so was I. He called me a slut or something," she waved a dismissive hand as she couldn't be bothered to dredge up the details now, "anyway I shouted at him, he shouted at me and then when I got home I went up to my room." She sighed and looked up at Luke again. "Dean came after me." Luke looked puzzled when she didn't elaborate and Nyssa had to strive to hold his gaze... and then saw understanding dawn as his eyes widened and his mouth fell open in shock. "You...?" Her cheeks flaming and her eyes filling with tears Nyssa looked away and took a hurried gulp of the hot chocolate. She brushed her hair back with a shaking hand as she waited for his disgust. "God Nyssa - he didn't... force you did he?" he choked out. Startled Nyssa snapped her eyes back to his face in an instant. "No! He wouldn't do that Luke!" She protested. "Then... you were willing..." Nyssa shook her head in confusion. "It all happened so fast Luke. It was like everything just started to build up and build up, it was all anger and insults and then suddenly he kissed me and I... I couldn't," she faltered and tried again, "I couldn't..." she trailed of again and with a weary sigh she met his stunned gaze and told him the truth. "It was Dean." She said with an almost imperceptible shrug. Luke stare at her for a while and then he looked away and turned from her, bracing his arms on the counter, his head hanging low. As she saw his reaction she felt her throat clog up with the threat of oncoming tears. "I'm sorry," she choked on a sob, her hands tightening another inch on the mug, "you said I could come to you if I - I n-needed... so I -" she stopped when the tears started overflowing, she probably shouldn't have come here, "if you want I c-can g-go. Really, I shouldn't have -" "No." The short sharp word had her head snapping back. She watched warily as he strode around the counter and came to stand before her, taking her shoulders in his strong hands. "I said you could come to me didn't I? Well your good here, I want you to stay here until I get this sorted out." Her eyes widened in shock "What?" She gasped. "I understand why you gave in, it's only natural when you've had an attraction that deep for Dean for so long. But you and him - it's not right." His grip on her shoulders softened. "I know how you feel about him and I understand that, especially after the talk we had but..." he sighed, he caught her chin and tilted it up so that her tear filled eyes were focused on him, "it would be extremely rough on you - this relationship." Nyssa pushed his hands away and stood up, placing the mug on the counter and looking around blindly at the kitchen. "I know that - I do Luke but...he's the only one I've ever had feelings for, and they are strong feelings. I've told you about this, you know just how it is for me." Luke took a step closer to her and this time his hands settled on her waist, drawing her close against him. "You felt something for me earlier in the night didn't you?" He came closer still. "You kissed me back Nyssa, and not in a joking way, you weren't humouring me. You were pressed tight against me, your arms around my neck... You were enjoying the kiss as much as I was, you wanted more just as I did. Am I wrong?" The confusion inside her was clear on her face. What he was saying was true but all it did was confuse her further. Hearing this and recognising that what he was saying was true wasn't helping her current state of mind much. "Luke I -" she was cut off by his fingers sealing her lips softly. Her eyes flicked up to his face and her breath caught at the warmth she saw there. It was all for her... A frisson of excitement ran through her as she recalled their New Year's kiss and her lips parted involuntarily. "Think about it, hmm?" He murmured and then, he lowered his tall head and kissed her, right beneath her left ear, his tongue tracing lightly the outer shell of her ear and earning a gasp from her. She shivered slightly, her body going pliant against his even as he pulled her closer and moulded her slight curves to his leanness. She felt a soft kiss on top of her head and she couldn't resist wrapping her arms around his narrow waist. Seeking the warmth of reassurance amidst the chaos in her mind, Nyssa tipped her head back and glanced at him from beneath lowered lashes. "Okay." She whispered, and then when he lowered his mouth to hers - she shoved away the taste of her brother's mouth, her brother's kiss and allowed herself to experience what she had experienced at the beginning of the new year, when things hadn't been so complicated and she would've had a decent chance with this wonderful guy. Dean hadn't used a condom and she hadn't told Luke about that... Luke picked her up, locking her legs behind him... but even as her body responded her mind wept for the fact that Luke was not her brother... and Dean was the guy she could never have... *** Dean stood breathing heavily, his eyes narrowed in anger as he stared at the empty bathroom, splinters of wood all over the place and the door hanging precariously by two one hinge. The pulse of sound coming from the water as it rushed down from the shower head matched the beat of his heart as disbelief rapidly merged with anger. It seemed that the start to the New Year's wasn't about to get any better. To be continued... (Hi, hope you weren't disappointed by this latest part of the story but this is where I need your help. I like Dean and I like Luke so I'm not sure who she'll end up with. So I'm putting it to a vote - so if you write a comment don't forget to mention who you're in favour of lolol and then I'll write the last parts according to who you guys have chosen. Thanx for reading... Alicexxx) Mutual Feelings Ch. 04 (Thanks everyone for the voting I definitely got lots of opinions on this one so according to the one with most votes I've written the end. This is the 1st part of the last two chp. hope you like it. Alicexxx) * Nyssa lay quietly on her side, eyes trained on the sun light streaming in through the bedroom window... feeling completely emotionally bankrupt. On her waist she felt the arm that held her close shift and a palm flatten itself against her stomach. She sighed. It had been a mistake to come here. She knew that now. It hadn't solved anything... but she'd needed to be away from Dean... and Luke had offered her warmth and acceptance...and in the end she had let him down. After carrying her to the bedroom, they had stood beside the bed, kissing and touching - soft kisses, soft touches... nothing like what she had experienced with Dean. Even now she remembered how Luke had lowered her gently onto the bed, hands gliding over her still clothed body, tracing the dips and curves... it had felt nice, but again, not like the mind blowing pleasure she had felt wit Dean. When his hand began creeping up beneath her t-shirt she had frozen on the spot for a second, breathing hard - her mind a complete mess and then she'd burst into tears, effectively ruining any seduction scene about to happen. Luke, sweetheart that he was had just held her, told her it was alright and that they didn't have to do anything... and that's the way they had fallen asleep. His arms around her as she had hiccupped away to sleep. "Good morning." Luke's voice, rough with sleep interrupted her thoughts. Nyssa turned her head to look back at him and fixed him with sombre hazel eyes. "Hi." She whispered - at the same time that someone started banging on the door. Her eyes flew wide open as she saw Luke's own eyes narrow with determination. "Stay here." He said shortly, rolling out of the bed and pulling on his jeans... but his chest remained bare. Then without another look at her he started out the room. "Luke! Luke wait! Don't!" She scrambled out of bed and nearly tripped over herself as she ran after him - only to skid to a stop as she heard a door slam. "Where is she?" Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of Dean's voice. He sounded worse then he had in the car. He sounded violent. "Get out, when she wants to see you she will." Was the equally vicious response. Shaking her head, she moved quickly into the hall and walked in just as Dean was striding purposefully towards Luke. Catching sight of her he froze mid step and stood staring at her, green eyes burning fiercely as he took in Luke's t-shirt on her - the sweats having been disposed of for sleep. A murderous glint came into his eyes and before anyone could react Luke went sprawling as Dean slammed a well aimed fist into his jaw. "Luke!" But even as she cried out in panic Luke threw himself at Dean and they went crashing into the dinner table. "Don't!" There was a sickening sound as Luke's fist connected and Nyssa went running over and caught him around the waist trying to drag him off Dean. "Stop! Please stop!" He just shoved her back. Nyssa tripped and fell. Luke stumbled back as Dean kneed him in the stomach. "Son of a bitch! You'll never touch her again! I'll kill you! Do you understand?" Dean looked wild as he stared down at Luke and then viciously kicked Luke in the ribs. "I told you I'd kill you if you touched her, you should've listened!" He hissed and lifted his foot again. "No! Dean! NO!" She ran to them and wrapped her arms around Luke, shielding him with her body even as she turned tearful eyes to her brother. "Dean," her voice trembled, "nothing happened I swear! I didn't sleep with him!" She saw the wild look in his eyes and tried to gulp down her fear. "We just shared the bed, that's all, I swear - just stop this okay? Please! Don't fight anymore." Her voice broke and she looked away as tears started pouring down her face. Dean stood there, she could hear his heavy breathing in the dead silence of the room, Luke was moaning slightly in pain, hands clutching his ribs. "You left me for him." His tone was calm, as if his outburst of violence had never been... but it was ice cold. "That's not how it was." She sobbed. "Isn't it? We slept together and then you leave without speaking to me and come to him? What is that? Explain that to me Nyssa." She couldn't answer, she shook her head wordlessly, crying softly, her arms still around Luke. "You have to know what it is you want Nyssa. So this is what you're going to do. You're going to make a choice. You understand? And do it soon before I change my fucking mind and don't give you the chance to choose." He hissed, then, flicking one last look of brimming violence at Luke he turned and left, slamming out of the house. Nyssa felt Luke's arm slide around her waist and all she could was rest her head on his shoulder and cry. *** It was on the fourth day of the new year that Nyssa stood on Luke's porch and knocked. After what had happened, she had left Luke's house despite his asking for her to stay. The fight between him and Dean had just shown her just what a mistake it had been to go there in the first place, so she had left. She'd gone to stay with a friend as she hadn't been particularly keen on seeing Dean either. She'd needed time to think and she had taken it. Choose. That was what Dean had said. Well, she had thought long and hard about it... and she had chosen. And she had made the best choice she could under the circumstances. The door opened and she gasped in dismay as she saw the blue purple bruise that had bloomed on Luke's jaw. He was standing awkwardly as well, his right arm wrapped around his ribs. He was grimacing a bit. "Dean! Have you seen a Doctor?" She asked in alarm. He shrugged and started to shrug only to wince in pain. He stepped back to let her in and then closed the door before leaning on the wall and watching her with his quiet blue eyes. "Are you okay?" The low voiced question drew a small smile from her. "You're asking me that?" He returned her smile with a sheepish one. "Can we sit down, it's just that I'm..." Nyssa nodded and absently brushed a strand of hair from her face before following him into the living room where she watched as he carefully settled himself on the sofa. "You didn't tell me how you are." He murmured when she didn't say anything. Nyssa pulled the borrowed cardigan more tightly around her as she walked over to where he sat. But she didn't sit, instead she looked down at the floor and sighed. "I'm sorry Luke." He sighed and turned to look out the window, leaving her to study his profile. "That doesn't sound good." He said quietly. "Luke - the truth is..." she shook her head not knowing how to put it to him, knowing either way, the outcome would be the same. She moved next to him and perched on the edge of the sofa making sure to leave a good space between them. She looked down at the fidgeting hands on her lap. "You've chosen him haven't you?" "Luke." She brushed a hand over her forehead and took in a deep breath. "I'm attracted to you. I've always found you attractive and when we kissed in the New Year's - it was amazing... and I think that a relationship between us two seemed like it would be a good idea... but then... that was before Dean and I..." she trailed off and shrugged helplessly, "after what happened between us, I came here to you partly because I knew you would comfort me, but also because I was hoping that the attraction between us would still be able to overlap what I feel for Dean." She looked at Luke and found him watching her now. He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair between her hair. "But." It wasn't a question. "But... it didn't... I told you before how I felt about him...and after being with him in that way, my feelings just intensified." She gave him a sad smile and a helpless shrug. "He's Dean." She said softly. His jaw tight he looked away and nodded. "I'm sorry I put you through this Luke. You're a great guy and if... well. There's no point in going there isn't it?" She moved to stand and stopped when she felt strong fingers wrap around her wrist. She paused and looked back to find that he was right next to her now. He slid a hand into her hair and pulled her closer. Then he kissed her... just like the first time, making her warm up despite her feelings for Dean. Sighing into his mouth she twisted in her position to wrap her arms around him and kiss him back, her tongue doing a slow sweep of his mouth as his hands traced her spine and pressed her closer. "Don't be sorry." He whispered against her lips, before giving her one last peck and drawing back. His hands brushed her hair back from her face. Looking at him, Nyssa nodded and caught one of his hands. "Okay then, I won't be." She pressed a kiss to his hand and then got up. "Goodbye Luke." As she walked away from him, she didn't catch his soft 'goodbye Nyssa'. *** The house was quiet when she walked in. Nyssa leaned against the door and took a deep breath. This was it... She heard steps on the stairs and looked up to see Dean standing on the second step, his face unreadable as he stared at her. His black hair tousled, green eyes slightly dazed. All he was wearing was a pair of jeans and unbuttoned jeans at that, leaving his upper body on display. Nyssa swallowed hard. She drew he cardigan tighter around her, folding her arms across her chest. For a moment all they did was stare at each other, neither one saying a word. Nyssa saw that he had a bruise, only his was on his cheek bone... a colourful one that did nothing what so ever to diminish his appeal. "You went to him first." His voice was without emotion, just as his face was one complete blank. "Yes I did." She said, raising her chin. This had gone far enough and she wasn't going to cower behind anyone. "He's got a big fat bruise on his face not to mention he can't walk properly because of his ribs. What were you thinking Dean? You completely lost it." Anger flared quickly in his eyes and he came the ret of the way down. "Is that what you came to say?" He sneered, coming closer to her. "Not only that, no." His gaze sharpened and he came closer. "So you've chosen." "Yes I have." "Did you choose him? Is that why you went there to see him?" He demanded, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he clenched it. Nyssa looked away from him and shook her head. "No I didn't choose Luke. I went there to tell him that and to tell him why. He understood. He always understands." As soon as the words left her mouth he was striding purposefully towards her and she backed up into the door, lifting her hands in a gesture for him to stop. "Wait!" A puzzled look came over his face but he stopped, just a few steps away from her, his hands clenching and unclenching by his side. "What is it?" Nyssa took a deep breath. "I," she hesitated before forcing the words out, "I haven't chosen you either Dean." To be continued... Mutual Feelings Ch. 05 (well people, this is the final one. Hope it doesn't disappoint. Let me know what you think. Alicexxx) * His eyes narrowed dangerously and she fought down the alarm that was suddenly rising within her. "What?" The word was said carefully and with forced calm. "You heard what I said." She murmured. "Why?" His voice had hardened, become a little louder and she fought the urge to flinch. With Dean it wasn't necessary for him to raise his voice. She gave an exasperated sigh. "Dean you're my brother-" "Half brother." He interrupted. "What difference does it make? We can't have any kind of relationship. You think our dad will ever accept anything like that? Do you think anyone will?" "This isn't about anyone else. And if that's your reason for not choosing me then you better think of another one fast because that's just bullshit." "It's not bullshit." She snapped. "It's the way it is! What happened yesterday wasn't right, you know that as much as I do. We slept together - that's incest Dean. It's incest." "I know what it is. But correct me if I'm wrong but it felt damn good when we were doing it at the time, and I don't remember forcing you into anything." "I never said you did." "Exactly, which means that you wanted it as much as I did, so what's this all about?" "Dean - you're being deliberately obtuse-" she was cut off when he slapped both hands on either side of her, trapping her between herself and the door. "I'm not being anything. You're the one whose making up excuses, you don't want to be with me then just say it." He hissed, his face just inches from her own. "Dean," she whispered, "it'll never work..." "It won't work because you won't give this a chance. How do you know it won't work?" He was confusing her, softening her, making her question her decision. It had broken her heart to decide to stay away from him, she loved him so much. And their night together was like a neon sign inside her that wouldn't allow her to forget and now here he was, tempting her anew. "I know what you're saying is true Nyssa... but nothing worth having is ever easy. What we feel for each other isn't something that will easily go away..." he leaned closer and she caught the faint smell of aftershave... "Nyssa..." he sighed against her throat and she shivered, "come on... don't do this to us...a chance - just one chance if it doesn't work out - we'll deal with it..." She shook her head even as she tilted it back to give his scraping teeth better access to her throat. His hands left the door to shape her waist and pull her close to him. Fitting her every curve to his hard frame. "Trust me Nyssa," he murmured, "it'll be fine." He trailed his mouth to her ear and bit her lobe softly... then gave it a gentle suck, forcing a moan out of her mouth. "Dean..." she clutched his shoulders and arched against him as his mouth trailed the underside of her jaw, "promise?" In answer his hand slid up her cardigan and she felt him jerk when he felt only skin beneath. He pulled back and looked down at her with startled green eyes before dropping them down to her chest and with trembling fingers he reached for the buttons and began popping them one by one... his mouth gaping a little as he drew in shallow breaths, a flush mounting on his gorgeous cheeks with every piece of skin that was revealed. At last, as he unbuttoned the last one, he slid his hands inside, parting the material and revealing her bare breasts to his feverish gaze. "Nyssa," he murmured, lowering his lips to a soft swell, "you're so beautiful... you're mine aren't you? Hmm? You're mine now right?" His mouth closed over one nipple and pulled. "Hmm." Was the most she could manage as her hands clutched his head to her in a silent bid for him to suck harder. Her hands slipped down slowly to his strong neck, caressing him there before going lower to the strong planes of his back... tracing his spine with the tip of a finger as he switched to her other breast. "Dean..." she pushed him away slowly and saw a fleeting panic cross his eyes. "Nyssa I swear-" She sealed his words with a finger. "Shhh..." she turned them around so that his back was against the door and then dropped down to her knees in front of him. She glanced up at him and saw him staring down at her, mouth gaping open in astonishment, his amazing chest heaving with the harshness of his breathing as he watched her. She reached into his already open jeans and pulled down the boxers. When her hand wrapped around him he leaned his head back and groaned out her name. She gave him a gentle squeeze before pulling his cock out and laving the head with a quick teasing lick. His hands flew to her hair and grabbed on to masses of it as he arched. "Shit Nyssa, you don't have to-" His words turned into a rough groan when she swallowed him whole... "oh baby..." She sucked gently on the hard length and delighted when she heard another groan dragged from his throat. His hand on her hair tightened and he started moving against her. Her mouth on him made quiet wet sounds and his breathing was the only other thing that joined it in the silence that surrounded them. She could feel him getting ever slightly bigger and she sucked a little harder. "Jesus Nyssa..." he got out roughly and an instant later she was sprawled on the floor. His hands almost ripping her jeans from her as he tugged, not even bothering to remove the rest of her cardigan as she lay there for him. With strong hands he jerked her legs open and knelt between them, pulling his jeans down just enough to free his cock completely. He pulled himself over her and reached a hand down to place himself at her entrance. "You choose me. Tell me you choose me." There was a note of desperation in his voice which she had never heard before. Nyssa pulled in deep breaths, her hazel eyes locked with his glittering green ones. In the end, the choice wasn't as hard as she'd thought. "I choose you." Possession flared brightly and a satisfied smile curved his lips as he slid just the blunt head inside her tight slick walls. "That's good." He dropped his head to the curve of her neck and nudged the cardigan away with his nose, planting soft kisses on her shoulder. "That's what I needed." He whispered against her skin as he slid another inch in and she arched. "and I'm what you need... you know that now...you know and you'll never forget." Another inch slid in and a cry escaped her. "Because I won't let you." "Dean!" She cried in protest at his slow pace. Her hands slid around to his shoulders and her nails dug in. "Please." She husked, her head rolling back, cheeks flushed as she lifted her hips. He slid in deeper. "Come on Dean." She felt him smile against her shoulder. He nipped her and then shoved his whole length inside. "Oh." She gasped, as the feeling of discomfort and pleasurable fullness assaulted her, leaving her clutching him like a madwoman, her nails dragging down the length of his back until they reached his ass. There they slid luxuriously over the hard smooth muscles there and she pulled him harder against her. Crying out as the movement sent shocks of pleasure spinning inside her. "Want me." "I do. I do." She caught her breath as he lifted himself away from her, fully extending his arms, sending him just that bit deeper... and then he began to thrust. Hard, each thrust driving deep and deeper, driving her into a state of insanity as she moved wit him, hungry for the same release that he had given her the day before. He shifted a knee beneath one of her legs and widened her legs. Then thrust. Her head flew back at the new angle. "There! Right there Dean! Right there." He did it again. "Like this?" She nodded her head frantically, incapable of speech whilst he was doing these incredible things to her. Her head shook helplessly from one side to the other whilst he slid an arm beneath her waist and arched her into him further. "Around me," he gasped out, "wrap your legs around me." She did as he asked, wrapping them around him tighter then necessary and arching further... she felt him forge even deeper and she cried out as suddenly she burst around him. She bucked wildly against him and let out another cry. "Dean." She managed through shudders as the ecstasy swam through her body, leaving no place in peace. Dean thrust against her faster, his eyes glued to her parting lips, his mind completely focused on the tight slickness of her body as he thrust in and out. Then he saw her lips curve, felt her legs tighten around him... felt the wet muscles contract around him and lost himself as he let out a shout as he poured himself inside her. The strength in his arms gave out and he just managed to catch himself before crashing into her softer form. Catching her in his arms he rolled onto his side, keeping her pressed tight to him, his cock still buried deep inside her as they continued to breathe hard. Nyssa nuzzled his chest and nipped at a hard nipple - heard his sharp intake of breath as his cock twitched inside her. She smiled. "I want you to come with me." The sudden demand had Nyssa jerking back to look at his face through confused eyes. Dean saw that he'd startled her and brushed now damp hair away from her face, the other hand stroking the smooth skin of her thigh in a soothing motion. "Come with me Nyssa." He murmured, his eyes not leaving her still flushed face. "Where?" She asked feeling slightly puzzled. "Come live with me." She jerked, her eyes wide in shock. "Dean... but - live with you? That's a bit too fast don't you think." He shook his head, leaning forward to brush a soft kiss across her lips. "No. Besides... if you stay here we won't be able to have the relationship we just agreed to have. It won't be possible. Not with dad here." "But Dean, they'll know anyway." He shrugged. "You're 19 now, they can't control you anymore, come with me hmm? We'll have all the freedom we want. Besides, it's closer to your college... practical isn't it? And your job is close by as well. It wouldn't be so hard to convince him you were just coming to stay with big brother because it was simpler." She blushed. "You really think they'll be okay with that?" He pressed another kiss to her mouth and moved experimentally inside her. She gasped as she noticed that he was already semi-erect inside her. "Don't worry about it, I'll get around it. Trust me." She gave a small smile as she rolled him over onto his back and pulled off the cardigan she was still wearing. Placing her hands on his chest she leaned down and traced the strong line of his neck with her tongue - felt him go even harder and then nipped him just behind the ear. "I already do." She whispered... and as his hands went to her hips, she instinctively started moving on him. She looked down at him. "I love you, you know." He angled a sexy smile up at her and she tightened on him. "I know."