Opposites Attract

First Touch

*** Spicy Content Warning. Graphic but romantic love scene below. Feel Free to skip this part, it will not affect the flow of the story for you.***

John and Selene had managed to get through the rest of the night without making a spectacle of themselves again. They had a few more drinks with Scott, with Penelope popping back whenever she got the chance. Selene had met Parker, Penelope's man servant/chauffeur who turned out to be a lively man of late middle years, with a cheeky sense of humour and the ability to look down his nose at someone and judge them to hell, while being effortlessly proper and polite. Selene needed one of her own.

The evening had definitely taken an upward turn, and even though it had gone from uncomfortable to fun and she had actually enjoyed herself, she was still ready to make a break for it when John whispered the idea in her ear.

She took his offered hand, bid Scott goodnight, catching the knowing look he tossed her way. She pulled a face back and playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

They made their way slowly out of the room, John having to stop and talk to a few people, taking more then fifteen minutes to reach the stairs. They trotted up them as fast as they dared, praying no one else stopped them for a chat about Jeff Tracy's legacy, the company or a marriage status of various brothers.

John was feeling very uncomfortable, but not in his usual way. He had been forced to watch her plump behind encased in silk that conformed to every curve, wiggle and sway with her every move. He'd had to feel the slenderness of her waist and see the way her breasts rose up to greet him from the depths of her corset, he'd had to watch the way they moved when she breathed, especially when he kissed her. He was only human, and there was only so much self restraint and resistance he could put up before he would succumb to the siren song of her body against his.

By the time they hit their hallway they were fast walking and almost at a run, which was difficult when wearing a fishtail dress. When she stumbled he turned and swept her up into his arms bridal style, sprinting for their room, the sound of her laughter accompanying them.

She made the fatal mistake of leaning in to kiss the side of his neck, nuzzling her nose against his jaw, just because it was there and looked so inviting. He stopped dead, gave her a look that promised heavy retribution and demanded she open the door.

Why did she have to kiss him? Why did she have to push his control like that? He'd wanted to take his time, to make everything perfect, but he should have known that she was never the type of person to follow a carefully laid plan. He'd imagined this moment for the past month, but he hadn't taken into account just what his woman's contribution to the proceedings would be. As soon as they got inside she was done for, his paper thin control had just snapped.

It took her a minute of fumbling before the door unlocked but then he took, over kicking it open and shutting it was a well aimed shoulder. His lips slammed into hers the second the door closed, insistent and demanding. This was John Tracy in bossy mode, the no nonsense guy that took control of the toughest of missions with total confidence. She loved that he could lose his inhibitions with her, that he could take what he wanted and know that she would give him everything and more.

He stumbled towards the bed, then dropped her in the center. They didn't need words, they both knew exactly what was going to happen. It seemed that every little look, every little touch, every kiss and touch had been leading to this moment. It was as inevitable as the sun setting.

He tugged off his jacket, tossing it onto the floor without a thought to its value, yanking at his bow tie as he tried to kick off his shoes and socks at the same time.

He started to unbutton his shirt, then noticed that she was still lying on the bed, not moving, simply watching him.

"Why aren't you taking all that," he waved a hand in the general direction of her dress, "off?"