And what's even more amazing is that she just doesn't seem to understand it.

He put his hand on her shoulder.


"Let's not worry about it right now. Just understand that this is a one-time thing."

Michel doesn't miss her grimace of disappointment and it soothes him, even a little, to know she wants to be with him, too.

"But we have tonight, and right now there's something that I need to do."


Fanny's insides became loose as Michel's eyes grew hot and fell to her lips.

"What would that be?" She managed, barely getting her chords to work.


His hand lifted her face and held her tight.

"You need to kiss me so hard and so long that if someone dares to touch you... All you can think about is..."

Michel's head bowed and Fanny closed her eyes as her whole world focused on him.

A thousand butterflies flew in her stomach as his kiss swallowed her.

He didn't start slow, and this time he didn't try to ease her into the kiss.

His lips forced her open, his tongue thrusting in and taking over her mouth as if he possessed her as if he'd kissed her a million times before and would kiss her a million times in the future.

Fanny trembled under the hand that was clutching her face, and she could feel it as he immediately began to gasp.

His breath raced in and out of his lungs even as he maintained contact, and her lungs began to do so, her need for his kiss stronger than her need for oxygen.

Fanny was forced to block from her mind that this wouldn't be a permanent thing, and just let herself focus on the present, on the kisses they were sharing, and trying to remember how they felt, what they did to her inner self.

They kissed for long, long minutes.

They kissed until they were lying side by side on the sofa, his arm propping her head as he hugged her.

His hand slid up and down the outside of her thigh, then over her arm and shoulder, then back again.

Again and again, his hand ran across her body, and only once came close to her breasts that were aching from his touch.

And when he got close, he didn't give Fanny what she wanted.

Michel doesn't hold her breasts in her palms like she's dying for him. He lifted his mouth from hers and focused his attention on the top part of her breasts, where he ran his fingers back and forth.

As a warm, sweet pain built up in her stomach, Michel's eyes remained fixed on her chest and his fingers touched hers there. His eyes narrowed and his face was expressionless as his lips were flat.

"Only I can touch them. I'm right, Fanny."

His territorial words pounded through her in hot bliss, but he didn't give her time to react. His lips fell and swallowed hers again, and when she parted to breathe, his mouth fell to her neck and he began to kiss, lick, and suck with such force that her stomach trembled.

They got to know each other for almost an hour, and in that time, Fanny had fallen deeply under her spell.

She learns every nuance of his kiss, learns how the caress of his hands can be so gentle, or so strong that she thinks he'll never let her go.

If she'd always trembled when she saw him before, from this moment on, she knew her world would disappear with Michel by her side.

Slowly, his kisses softened until his mouth closed and only his lips ran softly over her skin. Disappointment overwhelmed her when she realized he was stopping and what they had just experienced was now just a memory.

Fanny closed her eyes and tried to imprint it on her brain as she lay quietly in his arms.

Michel kissed Fanny on the forehead and pulled her head against his shoulder so they could rest together. Her eyes were closed, but his eyes widened as he stared into the dark room.

Never has he been so desperate to kiss a girl.

He's always available and when he's with a girl, taking off her panties is his number one priority.

But with Fanny, he was just experiencing it for the first time. He knew he couldn't risk taking her clothes off. He knows he can't touch her the way he wants to.

The way he did it before...

But he doesn't care, he just needs to kiss her.

And if he can't get her out of his mind by tonight... If his thoughts have turned to her again and again after the first incident in her room, then no there is no doubt that he is here with her now.

He wants her with a pain in his gut that he knows can't be eased by someone else.

Even trying doesn't make any sense.

And with the chaos settling in his stomach, he knew he couldn't have her.

This is probably the only night like this they've ever had.

And he wanted to hold her for as long as possible, so he tightened his arms around her, letting the gentle comfort of her in his arms pass over him, and closed his eyes.

---

"But, Farrah? How did this happen?"

Andy sighed as he leaned back against her bed, arms crossed behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling.

"It's true that her first time here. It was their engagement party and I ran into her wandering in the back garden. I knew she was one of the guests, but she never did, now tell me her name so we keep talking. It all just started from there." He rolled over and lay on his side as he watched Fanny sit cross-legged on her couch, clutching a pillow.

"We tried to stay away, but it was... hard... Every time we talked on the phone, we talked for hours even though it felt like five minutes, I swear…"

Fanny looked at him sympathetically before answering.

"Haven't you tried telling Michel? Wouldn't he understand? I mean she's a Wilson, you can still ally..."