I sat on Connor's couch with a glass of wine. My head was feeling a bit foggy, but I was relaxed. He sat at the opposite end and grabbed a remote.

"Watch this," he hit a button and a fireplace popped up on the T.V.

"Aw, babe, you bought a fireplace Blu-ray!"

"Just for you," he laughed.

He grabbed my legs and propped them up on his lap. He sat there, sipping his wine, and rubbing my calves. He pulled my shoes off and tossed them near the door. Taking my feet in his hands, he began to rub them. A coy smile played at his lips when he dropped my feet, and put an arm on each side of me. Staring into my eyes. I was putty.

"I'm going to kiss you."

"I'm not going to stop you," I giggled while wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his head down to mine.

"You do terrible things to me, Abs."

"Not nearly as bad as what you do to me," I leaned up, and kissed him, hard.

"You're unbelievable," he whispered into my ear as he moved his attention to my neck.

"Music?"

"Alright," he hit another remote with his foot and Red Hot Chili Peppers blared throughout the penthouse.

I gave him an inquisitive look.

"What? I like the beat."

I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck again, kissing him. The harder we kissed the more entwined we became. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and held him as close to my body as possible. There seemed to be such a raw passion between us. The man drove me insane. He knew just where to kiss and where to touch. My body began to heat up, and an intense surge of energy made me cry out. I grabbed his shirt and began ripping it off.

"Hey, I like this shirt!" he protested.

"I'll buy you a new one," I grunted as the buttons hit the walls, windows, and floor.

I got to what I wanted, well part of what I wanted. His chest was such an amazing thing. It looked like something Michael Angelo would have chiseled. David had nothing on Connor. I kissed right below his collar bone feeling the muscles tense under my lips. I heard a low moan escape his mouth as he pushed with more determination on my lady bits.

He wasn't the only one who knew which buttons to press. I tightened my legs around him and twisted. We both rolled on the bed so I was sitting on him.

"I think I like it when you do that."

I threw my head back and laughed. Using his awesome abs, he sat up holding onto my back. He lightly ran his hands up and down as he kissed my collar bone and sternum. The low cut dress gave him perfect access to both. He traced the outline of the straps and gently pulled them down and pushed the dress to my waist. His fingertips ran down my belly and to my hips. He held on tight as I pushed him backwards and took control again. I listened as the music switched from Chili Peppers to some other popish song. The song had a good rhythm, and I was able to feel the floors vibrate the bed slightly. I don't know if it was the wine or the music, maybe both, but I felt so free. I loved the feeling of him touching me, of our lips meeting. After some time I actually forgot about the wolf from earlier in the afternoon. Once again it was only the two of us. Nobody else mattered. Nobody else existed. I wished that it could stay that way. Just the two of us. I enjoyed the feeling of him against me and was getting comfortable enough that I was getting just a little more vocal. I let out a few soft moans and groans, which in return seemed to excite him more. I stood up on his bed and wiggled the rest of the way out of my dress. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched as I straddled his jeaned lap.

"What?"

"I told you before," he kissed my bare shoulder, "you're beautiful."

I smiled coyly at him. He traced his finger along the hem of the red, lace panties I had bought that afternoon. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off. He was left lying there in nothing but his white boxer briefs. They hugged at his hips and did not do his manhood any justice.

"I think I shall set you free," I giggled.

"Are you drunk?" he asked.

"No. A little tipsy yes, drunk no. Don't worry I'm completely aware of what is going on, and I'm fully capable of telling you no if I want to."

"Just making sure. I wouldn't want to take advantage of an inebriated young woman," he laughed.

"What if I want you to?" I waggled my eyebrows at him.

"Miss Grimm! I have never seen this side of you before!" he sounded somewhat shocked.

"Well, Mr. Guy, I've never had anyone make me want to be like this before."

I grabbed at the elastic of his boxers with my teeth and pulled them off of him. Once they were off I quickly peeled my own off, and spent another glorious night with Connor. Hopefully it wouldn't be our last.