Just after midnight, Amanda awoke underneath her rainbow fleece blanket, and as she had expected, she was alone. The implication of what had happened and what she had done washed over her like a flood, just like the rain still punishing the world outside. The only comfort she had was the knowledge she would most likely never see him again.

She tugged the blanket tightly around her and stood up. Her body tingled with the memory of a stranger's hands, and she flushed. A hand slipped down between her legs, and she closed her eyes. She could still feel the throbbing length of him.

What was she doing?

She ripped her hand away. She should take a shower and crawl back into bed. It was the weekend, and she had two days to mourn regretting what she had done.

With her head down and dragging her feet, she left the bedroom.

"Amanda?"

Her head snapped up and she saw her stranger standing at the window beside her chair. He was still gloriously naked, and the city lights framed him like a mythical god.

"You-you are still here," she whispered stupidly.

"Come here," he ordered quietly, and she obeyed, her feet padding softly over the icy floor. His arms wrapped around her and the blanket, pulling her tightly into him.

"I couldn't sleep," he said into her hair.

"Oh."

"Are you okay?"

Amanda frowned and nodded against his chest, "okay? Yes, I-why wouldn't I be?"

"I feel like, "he swallowed. "I feel like I have taken something precious from you."

"What?" Amanda lifted her head to look at him, but the darkness in the apartment hid his expression.
"No, what happened, happened because I wanted it," she admitted firmly. "It was wonderful, and I have no regrets."

She inhaled deeply. "Do-do you have regrets?"

"Regrets?" He shook his head. "No, no regrets. The only one would be if I were a fool and did not make love to you again."

Make love? Not sex? Fuck?

His words hardly had time to form a coherent thought before he freed her from the blanket and his mouth found hers. His hands roamed her naked body, molding her into his. His arousal throbbed against her stomach, pulsing tiny shivers to the burst of heat between her legs.

How was it possible to want someone so desperately? Amanda mused dazedly as her hands explored the muscled skin of his shoulders, arms, and back. She gasped when she suddenly felt the cold glass of the window against her back.

When had they turned around?

His mouth sought the tender skin in the crook of her neck, his hands cupping her breasts. Amanda pulled on her bottom lip, as the pleasurable sensation of his hands on her sensitive peaks drifted down to her core. She clenched her thighs together as the ache deepened.

A hand shyly slipped down between them to encircle his length, and he growled into her shoulder.
"Fuck, Amanda. I wanted to take it slow this time. Show you how much I want you."

Her hand tightened, "I don't want it slow."

The force and speed with which his hands moved to lift her legs, wrapping them around his waist, amazed Amanda. His body pressed deliciously into hers and she threw her arms around his neck, her hands sliding into his hair. She was faintly aware in the back of her mind, that if anyone dared to look up through the pouring rain at her apartment window, they would know exactly what was happening.

A single, deep thrust was all it took for his manhood to unlock a wave of tremors that racked her body. Her walls clenched around his length and his hips bucked.

"Amanda," he breathed as he pounded into her. The rain outside grew more thunderous, and with each thrust, it pelted harder against the window.

"Oh, my G- "Amanda bit into her lip as her body dove over the pinnacle when with one final heart-stopping thrust he pulsed his release deep within her.
*

Amanda could not recall exactly how they had ended up back in her bedroom as she stretched tiredly, arching her back. The mouth sucking on a breast groaned against her skin, and teeth nipped the nub painfully. She moaned, her hand curling into his hair.

Her body, although achingly tired, was being masterfully aroused again by his hands and mouth. If she had thought their return to the bed had meant to sleep, she was sorely mistaken. She sucked in air as his mouth traveled down to her belly button, his tongue swirling around her piercing.

A sudden thought occurred, and she lifted her head.
"I don't know your name," she frowned, trying hard to ignore how his tongue and lips were carving a path of fire over her stomach.
"Is it important?" He murmured, his hot breath tickling the skin of her thigh.

"No-no, I guess-guess not," she moaned as he kissed the skin just above her folds. A hand snaked in between her thighs, and she unashamedly spread her legs. His tongue flicked against her nub, and his fingers delicately slipped slowly in and out of her.

Her hand in his hair tightened, pushing rather than pulling as his mouth teased her womanhood. She bucked her hips when his tongue and fingers finally moved together in a delirious rhythm.

"I-I have never-never in my wildest dreams thought it-it could be like this," she whined. Her body writhed and his rhythm grew bolder, inciting the nerves already on fire to build to a crescendo.

"Oh, fuck!" Amanda cried, her body spasming around his fingers and against his mouth. He moved, his mouth crushed hers with force and his manhood slipped effortlessly into her. She could taste herself on his lips, and it spurred her lips and tongue into a feverish response.

His hips jutted in a sensual dance, coaxing her to meet him at the peak of pleasure. Together they reached the precipice and wrapped in each other's arms, mouths locked together, they rode the final wave.

Amanda went limp and her eyes closed. He untangled himself but kept her tightly against him.

"You are amazing," she slurred into his chest.

"So are you, sweet Amanda, amazing and beautiful," he responded and she momentarily stiffened.

Dull and plain Amanda Walker beautiful? She was tempted to believe him, but she knew the truth. The magic they had shared had obviously clouded his mind.

She relaxed and fell asleep.

*

Amanda squinted her eyes against the intrusive glint of morning light piercing through dark clouds into the bedroom. A hand searched the empty bed beside her and her heart clenched. The hope that her stranger would still be beside her faded with the certainty he was gone.

She sat up and threw off the rainbow blanket he had once again covered her with. Naked she sprinted from the room only to find her apartment empty, as she knew it would be. She saw the pile of clothes neatly folded on the kitchen counter and the two washed cups.

He had erased himself.

She closed her eyes. Who was she fooling? He would forever be imprinted on her skin, heart, and soul.

Her nameless stranger.

*