Unwinding for the Night...

[Ember]

Pulling up to what looked like an old garage with a couple of floors to it, Aideen put her Ninja in first gear as she road up to the side of the large metal garage door. She knew the place well, and it brought back a rush of memories. This was where her and James would spend countless hours after school when she was supposed to be finishing schoolwork working on their bikes and on cars. Just about everything she knew about cars and bikes she learned right here, with one of the few dearest friends she ever had. To be here and not see his wild light brown hair sticking out of his helmet reawakened an old dull ache within her that she hadn't felt in a long time.

Aideen stopped in front of a security box and opened it. Her fingers punched in the code quickly, knowing exactly where to press without looking. The metal garage door started opening up, revealing a lit up garage full of top of the line racing cars and customized bikes. The sound of dogs barking was heard, making Aideen smirk a bit behind her helmet. She waved for them all to come in, riding in first to take the same parking space she took all those years ago. There was a space for everyone else as well in between the other cars and bikes. As Mason drove in, the garage door started closing and the barking got closer.

The place was soaked in memories, containing some of those precious times where Aideen enjoyed herself in her life in Boston. Taking a deep breath as she took off her helmet, she shook her thick hair out, looking around the area with an unreadable expression. She still expected to hear James call out some random racist joke and laugh, or come out of the back room head to toe in oil from working on a car. It wouldn't happen though, and she had accepted it long ago. She never expected to be back here though, and now the smell of it brought back memories that were filled with delight yet were painful at the same time.

From somewhere behind the large shop, two Dobermans and two Irish wolfhounds ran out at them. "Eh! Easy there ya great lazy beasts!" a loud booming voice yelled from behind them. The dogs ran right for Aideen as she took her helmet off and jumped with joy. "Hey there boys, you missed me huh?" she said petting them and trying to stand up without being knocked down by Braden, one of the Irish Wolfhounds while petting all the dogs. Aideen liked animals, though refrained from getting attached to them. Animals had no agenda against anyone, they were simply controlled by their most primal instincts and she preferred them to the manipulative nature of people. "You boys been good yea?" she said moving her face away from their licks.

[~ N.P.C. ~]

"Oui ya great brutes, is that any way ta treat a lady?" a gruff old voice bellowed and grabbed Braden by his thick collar to pull him off Aideen. "Ya beasts know better than that. Where be yer manners?" At the sound of Cecil O'Grady's voice, the dogs all calmed down and started looking at the new visitors. They weren't aggressive due to their master's nature, but curious nonetheless. They each went up to each of the new occupants, smelling them and checking them out. "Aye dun mind them, they be fine. Jus' checkin' ya out," Cecil called out to the other three before stepping to look at Aideen.

"Tis been a long time lass. I didn' think I'd ever see those beautiful eyes in me shop again," Cecil said with a fond smile on his face. He helped her off her bike and looked at the girl he watched grow up right in front of him. She had it rough, he knew that even if she never uttered a word of complaint or revealed any of her past. "Aideen lass... ya look beautiful. I missed ya lassie, that I did indeed,"he said and gently gave the girl's shoulder a squeeze, resisting the urge to hug her. He knew she hated being touched intimately by anyone. Cecil knew the girl well, and he watched her since she met James. Their friendship was an odd one, that wouldn't fit in any other world but this one. Cecil was proud that his son found such a true lady to keep company with, and one who was as tough as nails to boot.

He smiled at her softly and then turned around to look at the others. "Evenin' lady and blokes. Or rather mornin' since it be close to 2 in the bloody morning. Me name's Cecil and this be me shop." He waved to the area filled with cars. "Welcome. Now from what I hear from ol' Billy ya had some night. Come, grab yer things an' I'll show ya to yer rooms." Cecil started walking for a moment before he stopped to look at Aideen for a moment. "Brings back good times ta see ya here again lass. Does an old man's heart good ta remember some o' them good times," he added in a sincere tender voice before gesturing them to follow. "This way folks, an' don't mind them beasts. They harmless, and quite the fans o' the lassies as well."

[Ironclad]

The doors of the Camero were closed shut and Mason had the trunk open, trying to get all their bags out while one of the Dobermans decided he liked him and wanted to say hello. He didn't mind animals, actually he kinda liked them. He used to have a dog at home when he was growing up, a mutt named Rocky. He took that dog everywhere with him until his bastard of a father ran the dog over with his truck in a drunken stupor. Mason never quite got over that, and still got a bit wistful from time to time when he was around dogs. He pat the dog's head after letting him sniff his hand.

Slinging his and Tracy's bag over his shoulder and heaving Aideen's heavier bag full of leathers and clothes, he followed Aideen and the man Cecil up some stairs while getting a good look at the shop. It was one of the largest he had ever seen and he knew that had Cyclops and TuneUP would have been like kids in a candy store in here. It had everything one could ever want in a car shop, and the cars and bikes that sat around here were incredible to look at, like nothing that Mason had ever seen.

This looked like it would be the calmer part of the evening, and in truth it was just what Mason needed. He had a feeling he wasn't the only one, since Aideen hadn't said a word once she got the address from Billy. In truth he was a bit worried about her, just by the fact that he got an off feeling, but he pushed it out of his thoughts. They were all probably just pretty tired. "Thank you sir for letting us stay here," Mason said to Cecil politely as they got to the second floor. It looked like a large spacious apartment with a couple of rooms, a kitchen and a large screen TV and living room. "Nice place you got here."

[HeartString]

"Oh my goodness you have some lovely cars here." Tracy said, not knowing exactly what to say to the friendly man. She looked at Mason and shrugged making a face of 'What do I say?'. "Are they all yours?" She was making Idle conversation as she followed behind the man and Aideen and Mason took up the rear.

At that moment several of the dogs pushed past them and one found itself welcome to stick it's nose right into Tracy's butt. "Oh! Get outta there cutie. I think I just made a friend." she said embarrassed as she pushed the dog off to the side and wiped the wetness out of her bum. "They get many visitors?" she asked still making idle chit chat.

Arriving on the floor they were to stay on she smiled at Mason and shook off the introduction of the doggie. "Yes, thank you so much for opening your place up for us. I am exhausted, so this is going to be the best night's sleep I've had in weeks I bet." she smiled at the man.

He was a kindly soul, and the way he adored Aideen was evident even without her power, but with it she gleaned an understanding of the way he felt about her. A quiet calm was a welcome thing and Tracy felt at peace here. She was sure this man meant them no harm, unlike so many of those they had encountered this evening. She reached a hand out to Mason to take her own bag from him if he was willing to hand it off. She didn't need to be taken such good care of but she certainly did enjoy it.

[Wolverine]

Logan rolled into the space with his bike and kicked down the stand with his heel. Catching the scents of the dogs and the older man he knew they were there even before they showed themselves. Unhooking his saddlebags from the back of his bike he tossed them over his shoulder and lit the cigar a final time. He had a tiny bit of a stub left and he savored it.

As the bunch of them went upstairs he stayed behind in the garage to smoke and check the security of this new location. It seemed tight enough, to an outsider, but to someone who knew the dogs or the code this place was an open invitation to slip in and strike. He rolled the smoke around in his mouth and looked for something to jam into the mechanism of the garage door. Finding a tire iron he felt the heft of it in his hand and slid it into the chain linkage There, that ain't gonna budge.

Casually he strolled around looking at the cars as he smoked and relaxed into the new surroundings. Finding a door on the lower level inside what looked like it was intended to be an office but was more a T.V. room, with a beat up couch and a desk covered in papers, that opened to the outside he shook his head. Can't leave that unsecured he thought as he checked it's locking mechanism. Bolt lock, hmm...should be good unless this old guy leaves it unlocked he checked it and it was locked. He knew that all it would take was unlocking it and he didn't want to leave anything to chance. Checking for security cameras he saw none so with a ~SNiKT~ he popped a claw and slid the tip of it into the lock careful to only dig at the tumblers and not ruin the lock outright. He just wanted to make sure it stayed locked and no key would unlock it. That'll do he thought as he sheathed his claw with a *SNaKT*.

Confident that the doors on the bottom floor would stay shut, at least for the night, he turned on his heel and saw one of the dogs sitting patiently on the floor in the doorway to the office looking at him with a cocked head and a raised ear. "What're you lookin at?" he said as he strode past and scratched it behind the ear. Following his nose he followed the scent of his girl, that black raspberry vanilla was going to be the death of her on day he knew, but he loved how it smelled. In the back of his mind he knew another was out there in the world that knew her scent, he knew he would face off with him again, as was the circle of life it seemed for Logan.

[Ember]

The place was a swarm of memories, and the pictures on the wall didn't help the pang of guilt that filled her. Most of them were of James when he was growing up. Several of them were also with her in it, at the age of fifteen. Grabbing her bag from Mason, Aideen stopped to look at the some of the pictures, the guilt gnawing at her as everywhere she looked was the smiling face of one she would never see again.

Cecil kept it all. I look so odd in those pictures, and so dirty in that one. An immortalized image of myself covered in dirt and oil, looking like a greasemonkey. Despite her thoughts at looking less than presentable, a small smile appeared on her face at the look of James covered in blue paint and grease. Cecil taught them everything he knew on mechanics, and they had a hell of a time learning it. There was another picture of the day that James earned himself that Gran Torino that he loved so much, and one of Aideen the day she won her Kawasaki Ninja. It was some of the few pictures that even existed of her, and they fed her photographic memory with more vivid details.

Aideen shook herself out of her memories, shifting her bag on her shoulder. "You haven't changed the place at all Cecil. Still needs a woman's touch," she said with a slight smile. She knew he lived downstairs in that office of his, and this place was more for James when he was alive than for him. Cecil had always been the sentimental type, she figured that's why he kept this place the same. "Which rooms are we staying in? We don't want to keep you up Cecil." Her dark eyes took in the place for a moment, not thinking she would have ever stepped foot in here again. Every feeling that came with this place was squelched down with expert ease, and was easily distracted with the excitable that wagged their tails around them. "Down Walker, you're bigger than me boy," she said to the other Wolfhound, leaning down and using both hands to scratch his ears and also to push his face back so he wouldn't lick her. Walker was James dog, and in the last three years he grew to an enormous size.

[~ N.P.C. ~]

A grin came on Cecil's older haggard face and he puffed out his chest. "I'll show ya yer rooms Aideen lassie, don't you worry. Yer all in good hands, this be my shop. I do the best work on any machinery ya can come up with. I be the best on the East Coast, an' I have myself a good crew ta help me with it all. 'Course I had meself a better one once upon a time," he said with a wink to Aideen.

There wasn't a day that didn't go by in which he didn't think of his son, and when he thought of him, his thoughts eventually included Aideen. The accident tore him up, and it took him a good year just to get back on his feet, and a whole other year to no longer be angry at God for taking his son away. He was a good Catholic, went to Church every Sunday and donated a portion of his earning to the Soup Kitchen every month. He was now at a point where he could think of James without being sad or angry, but rather thrilled that he was blessed to have him for as long as he did.

The years had been hard on him, and it showed in the numerous lines on his face, but it did nothing to harden his heart. "Tomorrow lassie, I'll give ya the grand tour. Now ya don't strike me as a lass that enjoys a mechanics shop very much, but I bet ye'll appreciate some o' the custom paint jobs me lads have been workin' on," he said with a wink to Tracy. "Fer now, ya lot need some sleep. Now you my lad," he said to Mason, moving aside so Logan could get through. "You an' yer lady can have that room right there. Jus' been cleaned this mornin' an' there be a bathroom to the room inside. I had towels an' toiletries all put out there." Cecil smiled at the couple, his eyes twinkling a bit at Tracy. She reminded him of his sister when she was younger, same big baby blues and sparkling smile.

"And you Aideen lass, I made up yer usual room. Now my memory is a wee bit rusty, but I tried ta do it just the way ya kept it. Everythin' in there is clean too, and the bathroom got a new showerhead this week, so careful when ya play around with it." A yawn at that moment escaped Cecil, the poor man was very tired from working on one of the busiest days of the week. "Well folks, it be time for me to retire. Ya should find everythin' ya need here. Good Night, an' sleep well," he said with a tired grin at the group.

He let out a whistle and the dogs all gathered around him, ready to follow. "DeSoto, ye stay here. Go on," he said pointing to the living room. The Doberman with the red spiked collar walked over to lay down in a corner behind the couch. As sweet as the dog may have been to visitors, he was a trained guard dog and listened to his master. "Let's go ya lot. On the double lads, on the double," Cecil called to the dogs as they ran down the stairs barking. Cecil walked backed to his office, the other dogs going to their place in the garage to guard for the night. The beat up old couch was calling his name, and the day was just around the corner.

[Ironclad]

Mason looked after the man as he left for a moment, for the first time all night relaxing. He was a good judge of character, and the man made him feel instantly at ease and he knew he could sleep well tonight. Instead of giving Tracy her bag, he shifted it on his shoulder and looked at the other two. "Helluva night huh?" Mason said with a slight scoff. This was the craziest night he had in awhile, and he loved it. He loved every moment of the action, and the four of them worked pretty well together. To top it off they still had a whole weekend together. It might still take some time to get used to seeing Logan and Aideen together, but it was becoming more natural. He still couldn't believe he didn't figure it out earlier.

"A'right well sleep well guys, see ya in the morning. Night." He pulled Tracy into the room they were given, eager to finally get her alone. "Home sweet home for the weekend," he said flicking the light on to show a modest room. It had a Queen sized bed, a chest of drawers, and a large window with curtains covering it. The door was open to reveal a small bathroom with a shower, a sink and a toilet. Nothing by all means here was new, but everything was clean and the room smelled fresh.

Mason threw the bags on the ground by the bed and looked over at Tracy with a grin. "You know I been waiting all night to be alone with you?" he said as he walked over to her, hands going right to her hips. He walked her backwards to the wall, head bent slightly to lean his forehead against hers. "This right here, was what I wanted out of this weekend." He kissed her there, savoring the moment of the two of them alone, the fact that she was all his, and that this was what he was waiting for. Mason's arm tightened around her, his arm moving up her side. "Who showers first?" he said in a low voice with a smirk against her lips.

[HeartString]

"Hmmmm, who first? Why neither, of course." she grinned as she kissed him deeply. "I would like you in there with me...that is... if you can spare the time." she let her hands play up the back of his neck and through his hair. "Mr. Racecar driver man."

Her lips moved him in ways that gravity never could. She led him into the bathroom stripping him down as they went as he released her from the bonds of her clothing as well. Free of the convention of coverings the two of them slid into the shower together. Steamy hot and soapy they were dirty where and when it counted and clean when the emerged. Clean but not finished being dirty as they found themselves continuing on with the enjoyment of each other's company in ways most intimate.

An hour or more later and Tracy was spent. she lay in Mason's arms breathless as he had taken her to the brink of her pleasure and backed off many times. Teasing her with his body as she had done the same to him. Only when they could each take it no more did they allow the inevitable to happen and multiple times at that. Now dewy wet with sweat and juices most passionate did she find herself drifting off nearly to sleep. "Talk to me Mason, I don't want to go to sleep yet. I don't want tonight to end."

It had been a fantastic day and she was so thrilled at how things had turned out. Her life was blessed with many wonderful gifts and some incredible friends and a man who she loved dearly and sweetly and with immeasurable passion. Boston was never on her 'Places to Visit' list, but it was now on the 'Places to Remember' list... number 1 on the list actually, if she would have been asked right then. Sure she had been many places in this world and others too. Her times with the X-Men were amazing and she was still too young to be an actual member of the team, but Tracy knew that she and Mason would be members soon enough, and no matter what she did in the future this night would always be a cherished memory.

[Ember]

Aideen bit back a smirk when Mason practically slammed the door shut on them for that moment alone. She didn't blame him, not after the night they all had. She knew the first night back would be crazy, but this went even beyond her expectations. Shifting her bag more over her shoulder, Aideen looked over at Logan, lips moving into a soft grin. "Our room is a bit further," she said indicating with her head down the hallway behind them. She led the way to the room, letting out a small breath and pushing all manners of feelings tied to this place behind her. Enough went on tonight without her needing to add her guilt and memories to her mind.

At the end of the hallway, Aideen slowly opened the door and flicked on the lights. A smile came on her face as she looked around the fairly large room. There were candles all over the room, the large queen sized bed was covered in a warm faux fur blanket, the curtains pulled back over the large window that led to the fire escape and showed a magnificent view of the harbor and the Bay. The whole room smelled clean, like a fresh basket of laundry. The bathroom door was open ajar, but Aideen knew it was just as nicely cleaned as the room.

She walked over to a chair by the window and set her bag on it carefully. For the first time that night, Aideen unzipped her jacket and slowly took it off, folding it in half and placing it on the back of the chair. She pushed her thick hair back over her head, pausing to sigh for a minute to get used to the fact that the chaos was gone and she was for the first time alone with Logan since the morning. Her head moved so she could look at him through the center of her bent bare arm, a slight smile coming on her face. Elusively and gracefully like a cat, she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, just wanting to be close to him. She hugged him tight, a soft sigh escaping her mouth now that she was finally close to him. Her head fit snuggly in that spot in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of beer and cigars while her body pressed into his.

She didn't like all the close calls from earlier, particularly when she thought he'd get shot in the head. Aideen knew very well that nothing could keep him hurt, but she didn't like the idea of it happening in the first place. Too many people got hurt for her sake and she was not going to let those she cared about get hurt if she could help it. Being close to him and in his arms made the worries leave as her fingertips traced the muscles on his upper back and the back of his neck. "Mmmm... I think I'll collect that payment you owe me now," Aideen said into his neck, smiling against his neck. She moved away just a bit so she could look into his eyes, one hand moving to the side of his face, her slender warm fingers burying into the coarse facial hair.

[Wolverine]

"I'm a man who always pays his debts." Logan slid his arms tighter around his Angel Eye'd girl, loving the feeling of her body against his own, her face nuzzling his neck. "Ya know, I didn't need you to save me... but... it sure felt great knowin you care." His words trailed of softly and gruffly. He could be sweet at times and tender too, not many ever knew that of him and there were precious few left alive now who did. It seemed that the women he loved more often than not wound up dead because of getting caught in the crossfire of his life. In Aideen he had found a maturity of soul and a depth that belied her years. In her he had found a woman that could handle herself in dangerous situations. In her he had found his match.

"We had a helluva day." His hands rubbed her back as he walked her over to the bed and sat her down. "Rough for ya?" he asked softly as he knelt down and slipped off her boots. First one, and then the other, taking his time rubbing her feet. Relaxation was the reason they had come here and yet the wild and insane day they had left little time for relaxation. He intended to let Aideen make up for it now. "It's always rough comin home, too many memories, ghost of what was and what mighta been."

He helped her to relax more as he slid her pants off and rubbed her calves. "Gotta let em go, let them be on their way. Regrets never helped anybody I ever known." He sat next to her and pulled her close then his hand reaching up to untie and loosen the lacing of her corset. "Sometimes it can be scary, thinking of things gone by and how far away from it all you have come, but there's nothin here goin ta hurt ya Baby, not while ya got me around. Lay down" he bade her do so as he pulled off the constricting article of clothing, beautiful as it was it was none the less torturous looking "let me start my paybacks on the small of your back." He started there with a kiss.

[Ironclad]

It had been weeks since Mason had felt as good as he did now, if even that. It was the perfect ending to what was probably the craziest day either of them had in a long while. Right now, lying in the comfortable bed under new stiff sheets with the cold breeze from the harbor blowing in, it was the best place that he could imagine. "Well Doll," he said into her neck, his arms around her and held her back tightly to his chest. "We got a big day ahead of us tomorrow anyways. Aideen is gonna show us around a bit, and I'm gonna use some of that money to get you something." Mason breathed in the scent of her hair, sighing into the back of her head. One of his hands softly stroked her soft stomach, resting comfortably in the curve of her hip.

"I'm taking us out for dinner tomorrow, after that we'll see. I wanna spend some time with you alone and we may or may not go back to the factory later on," he said placing soft kisses on her neck. Mason sighed in contentment, the feel of his girl in his arms and his body feeling good after the last couple of hours of languidly loving his woman. The day had been a full one, and contained more surprises than there had been in a single day in a long time. First a blast from the past with Jocelyn coming back, then finding out that his best friend was involved with one of his favorite teachers, they got in a fight within five minutes of arriving at Aideen's old hangout, he won 24 grand in a race of his life, and when things seemed to be going good, they got in an all out fight that turned into Civil War.

Nuzzling Tracy's neck, he grinned into the soft skin. "A crazy day like today, was actually not bad since it didn't happen in the school. A nice change I think." His hand traced the outline the panes and curves of her soft stomach, his mind still swirling in thoughts babe. "You know, until Joce came this morning, I haven't see that smile in a long time. I missed it," he said against her neck. "It was one of the... well one of the better surprises of the day Doll." He may not be sure how cool he was with all the other things, but he did miss that sparkling smile of Tracy's more than he thought.

[HeartString]

"I know I've been a bit out of sorts for some time, and I guess it is about what is expected of me..." she moved her body ever so against his, letting the softness of her skin send stirrings in him as his touch caused shivers in her "... what I expect of myself, and falling short of those expectations." Her heart was strong, and she was far tougher than she looked. Not many people gave her the credit for all she did even just in a day feeling what everyone around her was feeling inside and dealing with all of their emotions as well as her own. Most people had trouble coping with just their own issues and emotions, Tracy had to deal with her own as well as anyone in her general area.

"Seeing Jocelyn reminded me of simpler times, and of how far I have come really. I decided that I feel good about myself, and I realize now that I've been a bit hard on me." Her head rolled to the side, a smile on her lips as she looked at her Knight. "Yeah, It was a sort of a wake up call. I guess, thinking back on it, the little girl that died in my arms in Limbo was a bit harder to take than I might have let on. Then with all of the stuff I've been feeling at school because of Brock, well... I just needed to be reminded that it's nothing personal, it's supposed to be fun, it's okay to screw up because it's only life... and we're none of us perfect."

Reaching a hand up to feel the scruff of his cheek she grinned. "Perfection is an unattainable goal, it's a standard I have held myself to since my days in Gymnastics really. Making even the slightest mistake, tenths of a point deduction here and there as you go... I know that is a sport of perfection, but it gets in your head... got ingrained in mine." She lay back down and pulled Mason's arm around her closer to hold on tight, and she purred. "It's still a standard I hold myself to, but now I think I will punish myself a little less if I miss the mark."

She let the night air brush over her face before she spoke again. The cool moist air had a calming effect and she felt his heartbeat as she felt the dimensions of his heart. Mason was oh so private a man, but to her he was an open book. Her power was a double edged sword, and right now she loved how it helped her be closer to her man. "Boston harbor, wow... great seafood I hear, you got some place special picked out for dinner?" she wonder aloud softly as she thought of what they might enjoy together for their meal. "Bet Aideen knows a couple of fantastic local places, she is really a good friend to bring us here. I want you to know, even though I usually don't talk about other peoples emotions I think this is important, coming here has not been easy for her. She loves us and has made some sacrifices in order to honor our friendship, and you most of all. I think we should pick out something really nice for her tomorrow, as a way of saying thanks... what'da you think?"

[Ember]

A soft breath escaped Aideen's lips as her eyes fell closed, the tension falling away under his touch, melting like the wax of a candle under heat. A low moan escaped her lips, the faux fur blankets against her soft skin adding to the sensations. "I didn't think I'd ever come back here, and I didn't think it would be this hard," she said quietly, every worry she had leaving her. "At the Factory, it's like they wanted me to feel that I was still apart of them. I'm not though, not anymore." She sat up slightly and shook the hair out of her face, clad only now in the gold chain leather thong and her body noticeably less tense than before.

Moving up a little and turning to face him, she moved herself up and onto his lap, wanting that closeness she had been missing for most of the day. "My life is with you, and back at the school," Aideen said softly and quietly, leaning her forehead against his, one arm around his neck and a hand on the side of his face. "I knew it would be hard coming back, I knew that I would walk through the streets and see those ghosts of the past on every corner. I'm glad I came though, cause now I can make new memories. Make my mark with the new life I have and the new people in it, both of which I don't plan to lose. Not for anything." She kissed him softly then, every worry that swam in her mind pushed back or dissipated.

"I do care. Very much so," She whispered against his lips, her hands now pushing his jacket off and pulling off his shirt. She was never cold with him, never on guard and never feeling the need to be anything other than who she really was. Never had Aideen wanted to be this close to anyone, staying far away from it, and in truth not understanding anything that came with a relationship. She was taught that when one allowed themselves to care, they weaken and leave themselves vulnerable for an attack. She had watched others form relationships and watched them end in a fit of tears and a broken heart. It never looked appealing to her and she stayed clear from anything that may lead up to that. Logan though, he understood her without her having to say much, if anything at all. Furthermore he made the prospect of having a relationship not seem deplorable or an added weakness, and something that she could truly say she wanted more than she would ever admit.

[Wolverine]

"I like the words Angel Eyes...." He let his hand feel the smoothness of her flesh. Cupping. Stroking. Pinching ever so right, the way he knew made her moan. Calmly and firmly he spun her to straddle him and wrap her legs around his waste as he kicked off his boots. Deftly he stepped a heel of one foot on the bottom of his other pant leg and slid back on the bed, slipping out of his Levi's in one smooth motion and with a slight kick left them on the floor. With easy effortless motions, for to him she was feather light, he slid the covers over them.. the faux fur blanket sliding off onto the floor as intended, for when the bed became no longer spacious enough.