Waterfall

The crickets had begun playing their nightly song on the warm soft air and Heather noticed a slow breeze ruffled through her long, wavy golden blonde hair. She sat quietly on the river bank, watching in the dying light as a frog hopped happily from rock to rock. The sound of the waterfall mixed with the other night sounds as she began picking through a bunch of clovers at her feet.

This wasn't her first meeting with Jeff, and she knew it wouldn't be her last, but this was the first time they had been alone and aware that more than magic was riding the air tonight.

He reached up and ran his large masculine hand gently through a lose strand that was blowing across her eyes.

"This is all so new and different than anything I ever excepted," Heather said in a breathless voice. She took a deep breath, trying to make her head stop spinning, and felt the familiar tingle in her palms. Without thinking about it she reached out to touch hi, somewhere deep inside she knew she yearned to be closer to him.

"Really, you never thought about this, not even after everything that happened last year?" Jeff asked, his eyes studying her face cautiously in the late summer light.

He stood in one long motion, pulling her gently to her feet. The height difference was astonishing. At six foot tall he loomed of her small five foot, two inch frame.

Her hands found his waist at the same moment and her eyes dropped for a fraction of a second to make sure she was really holding on to him, this all seemed like such a dream.

Heather felt the butterflies dance in her stomach as she looked at him and saw an encouraging smile crossing his lips as his hands moved towards her waist. Her heartbeat hard against her ribs as she gazed into Jeff's sincere hazel eyes, the last of the light sparkling in his near white blonde hair. A million emotions played over her mind as she stared at him, but she knew that only one was dominating her features

"I cant read you the way you read me," she stammered her voice catching in her throat. "You're going to have to just tell me what it is that you want from me."

Jeff's eyes grew warm with the smile that was spreading over his pale face. He reached down and took Heather's suddenly cool, trembling hand and held it close to his chest, over his heart.

"I would have thought what I was saying was obvious." He began, as he gazed intently into her eyes. "All I want from you, all I've ever wanted from you, is your heart."

Heather felt her breath catch in her throat, a lump rising in her stomach, and she knew in that moment, that she wanted to give it to him. She wanted to give him everything that she could, just to make this moment last.

Jeff reached up with his free hand and wiped a trembling tear from her cheek, his hot finger traced the line it had formed as it fell.

"Why am I crying?" She wondered to herself, trying not to give in. "Am I just scared of losing him or am I scared of losing myself?"

"I cant wait for the day that you tell me I can give you mine." He whispered as he moved his head a fraction of an inch closer. It was an invitations and Heather knew, without question that this was her chance. She wanted him, never mind the cost, she had to know if this was real.

She leaned up on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. In an instant his soft lips were pressed gently to hers and she felt the hard muscle of his body race with the tension she was feeling. He wrapped his arms more securely around her waist and pulled her closer, and she deepened the kiss, running her tongue the length of his lower lip, his hands somehow suddenly cupped her face to his. She felt his heart race under her palm and knew it was responding to hers a second before he swept her into his arms.

Breathless, she pulled away to study his face and realized the sun had set and the silvery moonlight was playing over his handsome features. He smiled serenely at her, holding her in one arm so he could bring his other hand around to touch her face, his point obviously made. She took a deep breath and felt herself become light headed.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Callie finally asked when she found her voice. She knew this was a bad idea, it could end their friendship, why was she doing this?

Jeff swallowed hard before answering, "I always go for what I want, and what I want is you, this is just going to take us some time. We were meant to be together."

Heather felt her stomach twist at the idea and the happiness it caused flashed across her face. Jeff smiled and leaned closer, kissing the bend of her neck. She took a deep breath, trying to memorize the sent of his skin, the feel of his hot breath the strength and secretly of his strong arms.

Without thought she ran her hands under the white tank top he wore and pulled it from over his head. Carefully he sat her down and with a knowing smile, began walking backwards towards the water, beckoning for her to follow. She pulled her own top off, throwing it to one side and began unbuttoning her shorts.

"Come on, lets go swimming in the dark," he said playfully stripping off the rest of his clothes and wading out into the water.

With a mischievous grin she removed the rest of her clothes, kicking them into the pile and stepping into the sun-warmed summer water. Her blue eyes, never left his hazel ones as he headed straight to the waterfall, pressing his back to the stone.

She went to, admiring the set of freckles on his torso that resembled O'Ryan's belt. Gently he reached down and pulled her into his arms, leaning his head back into the water, the spray misting her face.

She grinned at him, her heart drum-rolling in her chest as his lips found hers. In her mind she could she the image of them from the bank, her legs entwined around his waist, his arms holding her into place.

Heather teased him, giving into her animal lust and biting playfully at his ears. Below she could feel him, swollen with excitement, pressing against the most intimate part of her and her insides began to ache with the desire to feel him.

He spun her into the rock wall, using the weight of his upper body to pin her as his lips dropped lower and lower on her anatomy. Her neck, shoulder and breast going ever lower.

Desire raced through her body, her entrance tingling with expectation as his lips worked their way towards his goal. She wrapped her legs around his head her hips moving rheumatically as he began to lick and suck at her, flicking his tongue, cat like along the small opening that was screaming for his attention. Her breath caught in her throat as the first wave of pleasure washed through her, covering his face with her smell a groan escaping from her lips.

Undeterred he began working higher, his hand working to loosen her while a second wave of pleasure began building between her loins. She gasped with expectation as his lips reached hers. A moment later she realized she was begging him to enter her, to give her the pleasure that both her mind and body was seeking.

"Jeff, oh god please, please don't make me wait." She heard herself repeat over and over.

Suddenly, she felt him. Hard as steeled, yet warm and wet press into her. She wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders, her heart pounding as he thrust over and over into her body.

The second wave of pleasure broke over them together, tearing noises from both of their lips as with a final thrust he split into her.

Heather knew she could never take back this act, the magic that they had created sat hot and mesmerizing in the air as they both struggled to relearn to breath, but she also knew she would never have enough. It wasn't losing herself that she had been scared of, it was losing him.