A / N  ATTENTION READER !   This part is one long sweet smutty sex scene.  For those that do not like to read smut, you can skip over this part and go on to the next part without losing the story line.  BUT... This part shows the playfulness and affection of the couple... And it's one of my personal favorites!   Proceed as you wish....

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Working from her list, Lane had Ayla demonstrate what she knew, and in some cases, helped her polish her technique. There were a couple of moves that she performed better than he did, and he asked her to help him get better. Each time they tried out a particular dance, he used his voice controller to ask for a particular song, or just call out a dance type and let the computer make a "best example" selection for them.

After ninety minutes or so, Ayla was breathing hard and wiping down her arms and neck with a small towel. Lane apologized, "Let's take a break. Sorry, sweetheart. I just enjoy dancing so much that I get carried away."  She leaned on his arm and urged him toward the pit. Grabbing a couple bottles of water out of the mini-fridge, she threw a bottle to Lane and reached for the switch that controlled the blinds. Opening slowly, the blinds revealed a starry moonless night sky.

She stepped carefully down the steps to the pit floor, as Lane jumped over the back of the sofa, crossing his legs at the ankles in mid air and landing butt-first on the couch cushions. He patted the cushion next to him, where she primly seated herself. Flopping sideways, she dropped her head into his lap. Lane's crossed legs lifted and he spit water across the pit. "Knew I should have gotten a cup. Ouch, Honey!"

She rolled a one-eighty toward his belly and grinned up at him. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"Yes!" He faux-pouted.

She turned her face a little farther and kissed a hard lump in his lap. Lane performed his spit take again. "Sweetheart, I thought we were taking a break, not breaking me..."

She wiggled her head against his lap. "Doesn't feel broken to me."

"Ear, nose, or throat?" She raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Keep that up and 'li'l brokeback' will have to find a place to recuperate." Moue and head cock from Ayla. He queried, "Bad one, huh?"

She nodded, "Not all that bad, I guess." She leaned forward, and kissed his belly. Slipping an arm under her, he lifted her head far enough for a quick kiss. Pulling herself up by her hands on his shoulders, she maneuvered herself onto his lap. His arm still around her, he gazed at her face with an amused smile playing about his lips. Turning his head away a moment, he pressed a button on the couch arm and lowered the lights in the entire room. The starlight took center stage, and they both stared out into the beyond for a short minute.

He turned his gaze on his love lying in his arms. She rested one hand on his chest and was reaching up to caress his precious face. His smile changed from amused to seductive, his eyes roving over her face and settling on her lips. Inhaling a sharp breath, her lips parted and her eyes closed until she was gazing through her lashes into his. (...She wants me... amazing...) His parted lips closed over her mouth and drew her warm breath from her body. Both of her arms snaked their way around his neck, and she buried her fingers in his hair. Pressing his lips harder against hers, he plunged his tongue into her mouth in a sweet urgency.

Drawing one arm tighter around her, his hand sought her breast. Cupping her breast, his thumb stroked across her tender nipple. Even through her bra, she felt a shivery tingle. She sucked and caressed his tongue until he pulled her tongue into his mouth and sucked hard, savoring the sweetness of her. She could wait no longer. Jumping up from his lap, she dragged the leotard off her shoulders and down her body, until she stepped completely out of it. Lane dropped his arms to lie on the couch cushions, and watched her through half-closed, smoldering eyes. (...Savoring her naked body, he mused... "Most beautiful burlesque show I've ever seen"...) She carefully unhooked her bra and slipped off her panties, dropping every piece to add to a small pile on the floor. She continued to peel off clothing until she was totally nude.

She reached down and taking one of his hands, coaxed him to stand. Once on his feet, the decision to disrobe was easily made. He jerked off items of clothing, throwing them over his shoulder out of the pit. After a moment, they stood there nude, looking up and down their lover's body. (...Ayla stared at his maleness... My God, you're gorgeous...)

He stepped closer to her and taking her face in his hands, he kissed her gently and sweetly. After a few seconds, his kiss became deeper, more urgent, more demanding. She ran her arms around his middle and drew herself hard against him, raising one leg to stroke up and down his thigh, caressing his leg and pressing her warm center against his hips. He dropped one arm to her raised leg, slid his hand under her thigh, and lifted her onto his eager self. Arching his back, he moved his hips under her, allowing the wonderful breadth of him to drive deep into her core. His eyes closed and he sucked in a ragged breath, just as she loosed a tiny cry of pleasure.

Carrying her with an arm around her waist, his hand under her thigh, and his stiffened shaft in her warm body, he strode to the starlit window, and impaled her against the glass. Glancing over her shoulder at the entire world outside, his heart swelled with wonder. He looked down at his love who was staring up at him with adoration and joy. He withdrew his arm from around her waist and lifted her other leg until she could wrap both legs around his waist. Lifting her face for his kiss, she was rewarded with a warm mouth dropping to her lips, crushing them with an urgent sweetness. Her back against the cold glass was exotic in itself. His hips pressing into hers in a desperate rhythm caused the rising tide of her joy to start licking around the edges. ("...I feel it coming, my wonderful love...")

Lifting his lips when he felt her exhale a quick breath, he watched her face pass through all the phases of her anticipation. His breath caught as well, as her release overtook her and he felt the gentle pressure of her pleasure caressing that part of him that connected them. He crushed her heated lips beneath his, earning a soft whimper as the waves of her joy washed over her.

He held out for a few more seconds, the gentle ache building in his center, assuring that she had completion before he let his own body take over. Once she started kissing him back, he drove himself into her with gentle ardor. It was merely seconds before he fell into waves of exquisite aching pleasure himself. He lost all control and just leaned into her against the window. She held very still until he regained his strength and then brushed his hair back from his face and pressed a tender kiss on his lips. He whispered softly, "How I love you."

They slid down the glass, still joined as one, until he was on his knees. She drew her legs from around his hips and put her weight on her knees as well. He sat back on his heels, moving away from her, causing a moment of wistful disappointment. He asked softly, "Can I expect this every time we dance?"

"God, I hope so." She touched his cheek and grinned.