Oh my god, pax has discovered *discretion*... quick, kill it!

[And if you¡¦ve never encountered someone with whom you have that elusive ¡¦physical chemistry¡¦, in my opinion you should count yourself lucky. It¡¦s a daunting, consuming, overwhelming thing that chucks your common sense out the window and can make you a mindless slave to hormones. It¡¦s probably where the old adage ¡¦there¡¦s a fine line between love and hate¡¦ comes from. Since it seldom ¡¦except in fiction ¡¦leads to real love. But it does make for some very very hot sex!!]

Disclaimer: 20th Century Fox has the movie rights, Marvel the rest. I¡¦m not making any money here, just burning my own time and creativity.

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¡¦Then come with me,¡¦ she said, stepping away, her hand firm on his. He followed hesitantly at first, almost as if he knew he shouldn¡¦t.

Smiling, she led him deeper into the woods, away from the mansion and the garage, into the seclusion of the warm night.

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Soft, bright scents of earth and grass warmed by a long day under the summer sun rose from under their feet. She looked back once, her dark eyes flashing with heat, her lips curving with sultry promise.

He followed because to not would kill him.

So beautiful. Long white hair falling wild around a face which was still faintly flushed from the earlier game with the children. And his kiss. The soft gleam of smooth skin shown so well by ragged shorts and brief top. The cotton hugging her curves lovingly.

She finally stopped under the broad limbs of a vast oak that grew near the tall concrete walls that surrounded the estate. Below it was darker than the surrounding area, but just beyond the wall a streetlight made the spreading leaves above glow with a faint light. More than enough light for him to see by. But for her? Or was this simply a special place to her? She turned herself and leaned back against the trunk, drawing him closer. He stopped a foot away. Just watching her.

"Remy," she encouraged softly, eyes half-closed, lips parted in anticipation. Hand tugging at his. Very beautiful.

"I can see you, ch¡¦e," he said quietly. "Can you see me?"

"My eyes will adjust," she answered with a shake of her head. ¡¦Come here.¡¦

He took that last step, feeling the hard tips of her breasts brush his chest before he pressed close. She moaned softly, lips glistening. He leaned over her, watching her. Longing already to taste her again.

"First times, ch¡¦e," he said softly. "They aren't always right. I want this to be right for us."

She laughed, a faint tremor of desire in the sound. "Oh, no pressure, hmm?"

He lowered his voice and purred, "I live on pressure, ch¡¦e."

Then he touched his mouth to hers. Delicately, gently. Her lips fluttered beneath his, then firmed, seeking. He obliged, deepening the caress. Tasting the sweetness of her. The moist heat. Hands gliding up her side, her arm. Feeling her move against him like sleek need.

Her arms slid around him, to his neck, tangling in his drawn-back hair. Soft sounds came from her throat. He pulled back, breaking the kiss slowly. She moaned, her eyes closed, blindingly beautiful in her desire. He couldn¡¦t suppress a pleased smile.

¡¦Ah, ch¡¦e,¡¦ he said, heart aching, blood pounding. Her eyes opened slowly, a gently knowing smile on her lips, and he was lost there for an endless while, all his carefully planned seduction vanishing in the face of her shining desire. After a moment, she lowered her hands to her own sides and impatiently tugged her tank top off. Pressing tightly against him as she lifted the fabric over her head and dropped it to the ground beside them. He stared down at her full breasts, still encased in the silk of her bra, and his mouth went suddenly dry.

She was entrancing. Lovely and sensual. A creature of the night and life. His hands moved down to her ribs, below those enticing breasts, holding her still as he bent and pressed his mouth urgently to the upward curve of one mound where silk gave way to skin. Her breath sucked in and her hands shot out to grip his shoulders, nails digging in. The small sting nothing to him.

He pulled back again and looked deep into her half-lidded eyes, seeing the desire, the need there. Hearing the voice of old caution wailing faintly in the back of his mind. Far too late. He ignored it.

Her hands slipped down from his shoulders, eagerly finding the buttons of his shirt and tugging it open. She bit her lip and moaned as she pulled it free of his pants to spread the silk wide, her hands skimming over his chest, learning the texture of his skin and the feel of the dusting of hair on his chest, finding the hard points of his own nipples and teasing them mercilessly. His body hummed under her touch, came alive.

A harsh moan of pleasure escaped him and she gave a breathless laugh of satisfaction. But there was no edge to the sound, only innocent joy. His heart pounded with a mingling of fear and wonder, his body straining for release already, like the veriest boy.

Her hands soothed him and enflamed him at the same time. Never had he been with someone who roused him to such abandon so quickly. Always before he had been the one in charge, a part of him kept aloof and remote. The guiding force of seduction, but never seduced. Yet his goddess had him on the edge already. Needy and wanting. Willing to surrender all.

He dropped to his knees as the realization hit him. Simultaneously terrified and elated. She was tenderness and desire and hope. A chance for redemption or destruction. He looked up into her face and knew his heart would never be the same again.

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He knelt before her, staring up at her, those demon¡¦s eyes gleaming strangely in the night. With a light there that stole her breath with it¡¦s intensity. As if he were offering her everything in the universe, or just all of himself in that timeless moment. Her heart leaped in response, wanting to cradle and protect him and shower him with all of her self in return.

Then nimble fingers were tugging at the buttons on her shorts, pulling them open, sliding inside to touch her trembling skin until sensation overwhelmed her. She rolled her head back against the tree, moaning, biting at her lower lip. Her hands flexed on his hard shoulders, nails biting in gently through the silk shirt still covering them. His touch was like fire, sending hot pleasure through her. She moaned again.

Clever fingers slid along the peak of her hip bones, spreading the shorts open wide, exposing the low silky panties she wore. He leaned forward and pressed lips and tongue avidly to the skin under her bellybutton, trailing down urgently until teeth nipped at the concealing panties, sending more shivers of delight through her. He paused then, turning his head to press his slightly rough cheek to the place over her womb, head bent to expose the nape of his neck, breath ragged and hot against her body.

¡¦Ah, ch¡¦e, so very beautiful,¡¦ he said, voice hoarse. He trembled slightly against her. As if he too was afraid this was only a dream. But it was real. His hands flexed on her hips and yet he stayed in that pose as if somehow paralyzed.

Impatient, she shimmed her hips and the shorts dropped down her legs. He groaned in response, drawing back to look at her, to see the pale swatch of hair barely hidden under the sheer panties. Fingers easing back to slip under the edge of the fabric. Smoothing gently down that sleek hair, making her hips pulse in anticipation. So close. His restrained caress tormenting her.

¡¦Please, will you touch me?¡¦ she asked, not caring if she was begging.

He looked up at her, capturing her gaze. Then his fingers tightened on her panties, slipping them slowly down her thighs, hands smoothing down her skin as they went. Baring her. Her breathing caught, picked up speed, her gaze trapped in his, her mind spinning with desire. So intense, his look. And he didn¡¦t break it as he leaned close, stretching down to lift one foot and draw both panties and shorts away from her legs, freeing her. He placed her foot back on the ground slightly further away, opening her. She trembled, gasping helplessly as his hands moved slowly back up to her hips, framing her.

¡¦I will touch you, ch¡¦e,¡¦ he said, like a promise. Need almost like pain shot through her. She moaned and closed her eyes, unable to bear his gaze any longer. Thumbs stroked the tender skin at the join of her thighs, making her tremble. Warm breath passed through the hair between her legs. Anticipation and desire whipped to fever-pitch.

¡¦I want to bring you pleasure first, so I can feel you all hot and swollen around me when I finally come inside you.¡¦ His voice was like silk. His words made her tremble and gasp. So frank and bare. Explicit in what he wanted, but said with such intensity, such need that it only inflamed her more.

She shuddered hard, clutching him tightly.

¡¦Yes,¡¦ she said, ¡¦Remy, yes.¡¦

His thumbs stroked against her, parting her further. Then moist heat pressed against her and a lash of fire raced through her at the first clever stroke of his tongue. So close to peak already that her body shook in instant reaction, her fingers clenching hard on his shoulders. Her head rolled back against the trunk of the old tree and she sobbed with abandon under his knowing, merciless touch. He paused a moment and her fingernails bit hard into his skin, urging him on. He laughed softly at her need, her impatience and the vibrations made her moan as his mouth closed on her again, his tongue stroked over her, followed by the slow, sure probe of a finger into her tense body.

Then she was shaking, crying out as brilliant fire raced through her. Blood surging, hips bucking, she arched helplessly up. Her mouth opened on a silent scream, eyes closed as she shattered into ecstasy. But strong, sure hands held her to the tree, one splayed against her stomach, the other cupping her inner thigh. He held himself still against her, taking the hard clench of leg, the inner ripples of her release as his due

¡¦Remy,¡¦ she gasped finally, feeling limp and drained by the speed and power of the pleasure he¡¦d given her. ¡¦Oh, Remy.¡¦

He surged to his feet, but his hands slid slowly up her body never lifting from her skin. Filling every sweat-damp hollow, riding every rise of her flesh. Making her cry out as his hands passed over her swollen breasts, her sensitive nipples. She clutched at his back under the silk shirt desperately. His erection hard and hot against her through his jeans. He finally pressed his face to her neck, his own breathing fast and hard.

¡¦I want to be inside you,¡¦ he whispered, lips brushing the tender skin under her ear. She shuddered and cried out softly at his words, wanting it too, but suddenly afraid of the strength of the passion between them. So fast. So consuming. Leaving her nothing but him to cling to, his strength to rely on.

He drew back just enough for the warm night air to come between them and she didn¡¦t fall. His hands moved to brace himself over her against the tree. Her arms rose to wind around his neck as her eyelids parted slowly so she could see him; his sharply handsome face barely outlined by faint light. Trembling. But he was trembling too.

¡¦Look in my left back pocket,¡¦ he said, voice hoarse. She blinked at him in hazy confusion for an instant until his intent look penetrated. Then her hands moved down around his waist under the opened shirt to find his hip, trailed down and slid lightly into the pocket, drawing out a slim pouch.

¡¦You got an easy touch, ch¡¦e,¡¦ he whispered, amused. ¡¦Ever pick pockets?¡¦

She smiled shakily at him, attention returning to her hands, feeling clumsy in the afterglow. Not a wallet, but a small zippered bag. She fumbled briefly with it, spilling out several foil packets as the zipper gave suddenly. Wanting to laugh, but not knowing how at the moment. She caught one in her hand, let the rest rain down on the ground below. He made no move to help her, his gaze locked on her face.

¡¦You put it on me, ch¡¦e,¡¦ he said, voice like liquid heat in the darkness. Full of promise and desire. ¡¦Make me safe for you.¡¦

¡¦Safe?¡¦ She couldn¡¦t help teasing.

He chuckled, the sound rich, caressing. ¡¦Safer, then.¡¦

She swallowed hard, reaching for his skin again, trailing her hands down his smoothly muscled belly to the belt holding on his jeans. She tugged the buckle open impatiently, her tongue running over her lower lip. He gave a soft groan and leaned forward until his lips brushed her cheek.

She turned her head and met his mouth with hers; lost for an endless while in the moist heat, the sharp flavor that was both him and her, the firm, easy skill. Then he lowered one hand down to guide her hands back to their forgotten task even as his mouth moved against hers. He helped her open the top button of his jeans, then she brushed his hand back as she attacked the rest of the buttons. While his tongue captured hers, curling around it, drawing it forward so he could suck gently on it. She moaned and clutched at his hips to steady herself, distracted by his kiss.

He drew away with a reluctant murmur of, ¡¦Ch¡¦e, please¡¦, his hand closing around one wrist. She blinked her eyes open, looking into the fire of his. Sighing as she leaned toward him, intent on his mouth again.

¡¦Have mercy, ch¡¦e,¡¦ he said, raising his head slightly, denying her his lips. ¡¦Cover me, please.¡¦

¡¦Yes, sorry,¡¦ she sighed. Then she focused on the foil packet in her hand. Tore it open and let it fall to the ground after removing the contents. Then reached for his waist and pushed his opened jeans aside to find his bare erection just inside, surging free into her hand.

¡¦No underwear?¡¦ she said in laughing, eager surprise. He just gave a small shrug, then shuddered and moaned as she gently stroked the silken skin, exploring his erection, learning the shape and feel of him.

He sucked in a sharp breath and she looked up into his tormented gaze, a small smile of satisfaction creeping onto her lips. She affected him in the same way he affected her. There was a sense of rightness and safety in the parity.

¡¦Y¡¦ killin¡¦ me, ch¡¦e,¡¦ he groaned, those fine lips parted as he panted desperately.

Pushing his jeans aside, she braced him in her hand then brushed a quick thumb across the weeping head before she carefully rolled the condom down over him. Smoothing it with care into place.

Then she lifted her thumb to her mouth and licked it clean of the salty fluid, her gaze rising to meet his. He was watching her with an intensity that bordered on violent; raw, bare need in his eyes. His mouth quirked up in a sharp, dangerous smile as he leaned close.

Then that beautiful mouth was on hers, tongue delving deep inside as if seeking the flavor she¡¦d just sampled. Wild and desperate and devouring. She clutched him close, one arm around his waist under the shirt, the other encircling his neck. Rubbing her aching nipples against his hard flesh. Craving the feel of him. Sighing. Wanting.

He pressed close against her, so hard, so warm. His mouth covering hers, his breath hers. Her hand tangled in the sleek silk of his hair, drawing him closer.

A strong arm slid between her and the tree, protecting her skin. The other grasped her leg, lifting her slightly. Until she could feel him, hot, heavy, pressing against her aching emptiness. She moaned into his mouth. Wanting him. Wanting him inside her.

She gasped as with a sudden move, he lifted her into the air, holding her effortlessly high. She slid her thighs around his hips, felt him stroke against her once, then slide slowly, surely inside of her. Hard. Deep. Filling her so tightly. She wrenched her lips away from his, gasping, sobbing. Fingers clenching on his back, in his hair. Beset by the harsh joy, the sheer stretching pain-pleasure of him inside her at last.

"Remy," she groaned helplessly, shuddering, thighs clenching tightly around him. His lips found her throat, his breath hot on her for an instant, searing.

"I've got you, ch¡¦e," he murmured. But he held still inside her for a moment, letting her feel him, adjust to him, his body heavy against her but not crushing her, his arm still cushioning her back from the tree. She moaned again, chin tilting up, eyes pressed closed. Panting. Feeling. Aching.

¡¦Are you ready, mon coeur?¡¦ he asked, an edge of desperation to his voice. Her eyes fluttered partly open to see his face etched with need, the effort of restraint.

"Remy, yes, oh, yes I¡¦m ready," she breathed, her eyes glazed with need. His head dropped toward her, mouth taking hers as he began to move inside of her.

Impressions flashed into her memory, seared there by heat and desire. His lean body moving with sure strength against her. His mouth over hers, shaping her mouth relentlessly to his need; hot, demanding. His hard erection filling her completely with each stroke. The silk of his hair and the smoothness of his skin under her hands. The mingled scent of him and of her rising about them in the warm summer night. The wet sound of his body moving inside hers.

It took only moments or perhaps forever before she was arching helplessly up, body quaking as fiery release rolled through her again. Stealing her breath and leaving her only his.

His arms shook around her in reaction, holding her tight. He swallowed down her keen as he moved relentlessly on, pushing deep once more through her tender spasms and the hard clutch of her thighs. Until he froze against her, eyes closed, face caught in a mask of exquisite pleasure that seemed almost painful as he joined her in release. He twisted his mouth away from hers to give a low, hoarse cry. The sound at once of fulfillment and anguish.

Her hands held him close as he leaned desperately against the tree for a moment, before turning with easy strength to settle them both carefully to the leaf-strewn ground. He positioned her over his lap with care, hissing as she moved on him, their bodies still joined, her arms now wrapped around his neck.

He let his head fall back against the tree and she burrowed her face against his neck, feeling his pulse pounding against her forehead almost as fast as her own. Breath calming slowly. Heated flesh cooling. Frantic pulses easing.

They stayed enveloped in each other for a long while, silence thick about them in the warm summer night.

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