A/N: Thanks to everyone for reading! This update is a little longer than the others, so enjoy.
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Some hours later I woke, it appeared to be the middle of the night and the room was oddly lit by the moonlight that was streaming in through one window. Prince was sound asleep next to me, sprawled out in his king sized bed. Laying on his back, his right hand resting casually on his tone stomach, left arm stretched out toward the opposite side of the bed, and the blanket pulled up just barely to his lower torso. The light filtering through the window highlighted his features; his face was soft, eyelashes resting just at his cheeks, lips barely parted, and his expression was completely at peace. He seemed so rarely at peace these days that it made me smile to see that look on his face. He looked so innocent and unassuming in that moment and I wanted to hold onto that image forever. For a few minutes I laid there and watched as his chest rose and fell with each quiet, steady breath.

Memories from only hours ago flashed through my mind. We had been so rushed, lost so deep in pent up passion. Now, in this quiet moment , all I wanted to to do was explore that field of olive colored skin laid out in front of me. With a cautious eye I let my finger tips gently trace the line of his collarbone, making my stomach tremble. While we had shared a great intimacy earlier, exploring his body like this felt even more private. Fingertips trailed down over his breast, the pad of my thumb grazing against one pink nipple before moving to the center of his chest, where his field of hair was thickest. The steady sound of his breathing suggested he was still asleep as I stretched my hand out, laying my palm flat against the center of his chest. I could feel the strong, steady beat of his heart under my hand as I gently slipped my fingers through his hair which was softer than I'd imagined. Another quick glance at his serene face and I saw no changes in his soft sleeping features. Watching him sleep, face peaceful as my middle finger drew lazy circles over his breastbone. I pondered what he could be dreaming about; maybe he dreams in music, a thought that brought a small grin to my lips. Bringing my eyes back to my fingers, I lifted my palm, leaving just fingertips against his warm skin. Trailing my touch further south, over that delicately defined abdomen, a barely noticeable twitch of muscle just under his skin followed my touch. Fingers traveling around the curve of his belly button and stopped as they reached the blanket which was resting low on his hips. Without a second thought I pushed the blanket down just enough to expose his patch of dark, coarse curls. I wanted to touch him, to see him, but it all felt too new, too overwhelming. Instead I slid my fingers toward me, studying the line of his hip. Without a sound my hand was covered with his, long fingers wrapping between mine, but still letting my fingertips slide across the smooth skin of his hip.

"You can touch me." His voice raspy and quiet. Moving my eyes up his body only to find his head turned, eyes studying me.

"When did you wake up?" Words barely above a whisper.

"I wasn't asleep." A small grin lifted his plump lips and I'm sure he saw my cheeks turn pink. "I was enjoying your touch. Why'd you stop?"

"You took my hand." My excuse sounded nervous and we both heard it.

"Are you afraid to touch me?" One sculpted eyebrow cocked as he waited for an answer.

"No, it just," fumbling over my words, "it felt like I would be molesting you in your sleep."

"So what I'm hearing is," that normally smooth voice was slightly jerky due to his quiet laughter, "the woman who just a few hours ago commanded I 'punish her pussy' is now shy?" My cheeks instantly burned at hearing my own words from the heat of the moment repeated back to me. "I never thought you'd be nasty like that." Pulling my hand from his grip I buried my face in the pillow, mortified at his quiet laughing.

"I cannot believe I said that." Mumbling to myself and the pillow. The room fell quiet, the opposite side of my pillow shifted and a large hand came to rest in the dip at the base of my back.

"Why are you embarrassed?" Lifting my head just enough to see him sharing my pillow and studying me intently.

"You're making fun of me."

"No," his eyes widened at my words, "I didn't expect to hear that from you, but I would never make fun of anything you say when we're making love." Unburying my face and bringing my cheek to rest against the pillow, putting us nose to nose. "I'm glad you told me what you wanted." Rubbing his nose against mine as his hand slides up my back slowly. "How else will I learn what gets you off. I can't figure everything out on my own." A smile covered my lips as his fingers entwined with my hair and our lips met in a soft, delicate kiss. "Alexa," that typically strong voice was quiet between kisses, "about what happened earlier," his hand slipped from my hair to cup my cheek as he pulled back to watch my face, "are you on the pill?"

"Oh." I laughed slightly, a little taken back as I hadn't expected that question, nor had I prepared any sort of quick witted answer. "Well,"

"I guess I just got carried away," his eyes looked so apologetic that part of me wanted to tell him everything, but I couldn't. This was not the time, I was simply not prepared to be that exposed to him. I couldn't stand the thought of watching his eyes change when I tell him the story so few knew. He would never look at me the same and could not let today be the day this both started and ended.

"Don't worry about it, we're fine." The look on his face softened slightly.

"So you are?" Asking again as if he knew I didn't quite want to answer his question.

"We don't need condoms," a kiss of soft pink lips to distract, "and I won't get pregnant." Just as he looked about to ask another question I landed another kiss, a deeper kiss this time, on his lips. "So," words mumbled as I pulled my slightly swollen lips back from his, "what gets you off?" For just a moment his eyes looked surprised at my honest question.

"You." His surprise replaced by a smirk as his large hands came to rest on my waist and squeezed gently.

"No," Shaking my head against the pillow, "you know I like it hard, tell me something you like." That surprised look returned , only this time it wasn't confined to his eyes, instead it covered every intricate feature of his face. Deep eyes rested squarely in mine, he was trying to read me, to find something I my gaze. The air between us changed, it wasn't tension, but something was different and the longer his eyes searched mine the heavier the air became. Without a word, he rolled over and sat up, letting his legs rest over the edge of the bed. As he sat there I took note of his squared off shoulders and the soft line of his spine down his smooth back. Pulling the covers back I moved over to him on my knees. Bringing my body up flush against his back, I wrapped my arms around his waist while resting my head on his left shoulder. This wasn't sexual, something was wrong, and like all the times before I wanted nothing more than to fix whatever that problem was.

"No one's cared enough to ask me that in a very long time." His voice was so soft, but the hurt that coated his words was clear; a hurt so sharp that it stung me. Lips landing a reassuring peck on his prickly cheek while his right hand covered mine at his waist. Wrapping his nimble fingers around my hand he stood up, wordless pulling me with him. Bare feet shuffling across plush carpet, I let him guide me through the dark room. Finally catching a glance at an alarm clock I saw it was just after 3 in the morning.

The sensation under my feet changed and I went momentarily blind as he flipped on the bathroom lights. Releasing my hand I watched him walk over to a large, white, jetted bathtub and started turning the gold colored knobs. As the sound of rushing water filled the room I walked over to the large vanity with double sinks, taking a seat on the cool granite between the sinks. He stayed bent over the tub for a few minutes, water running over his hand as he tried to get just the right temperature. My curious eyes slipped over the delicate curve of his ass, down thick thighs and toned calves until I came to his feet, which were suddenly facing me. Eyes retreating north noting how sturdy his legs looked, his thick manhood hung soft between his legs amongst a thick patch of curls. Following the trail of hair up his torso and across his chest I finally found those incredible eyes that were still working their way back up my body. Studying his face in the bright light I realized he was still wearing makeup from yesterday; makeup that was slightly worn and smudged by now.

"Come here." I asked quietly and he obliged without question. Spreading my thighs for him to stand between them, I searched through the products on the counter behind me until I located a package of cleansing wipes. Hands rested casually on my thighs as I turned back to find him watching me. "You don't need to wear this around me. I thought you knew that." He gave me a small laugh before I cupped his chin and brought the damp cloth to his face. He closed his eyes and let out a relaxed sigh as the cloth rubbed gently across his delicate skin, removing the paint the belonged to the persona and revealing the man so few truly knew. "Moisturizer?" I inquired as I discarded the dirty cloth. I opened the jar he'd pointed to and applied a small amount to his skin. As I finished he opened his eyes again and bit his bottom lip as we stared at each other for a long moment.

"Bath?" Tilting his head towards the tub.

"Lead the way." Punctuating my words with a kiss to his cheek. As he turned the faucet off I stepped into the warm water and sank down with my back against the side.

"Oh" his face was surprised when he turned and found me already settled. After just a short pause he stepped in and sank down between my legs. I grabbed one of the black elastic hair ties sitting on the large lips of the tub.

"Prince," my fingers raking through his thick hair before pulling it back into a ponytail with the hair tie. A contented moan resonated through his chest as he settled back against my body. "You still haven't answered my question." I teased while pouring lavender body wash into a dark purple loofa.

"Something I like?" His voice was deeper than normal and I watched as the muscles under his skin started to relax as I slid the loofa over his olive skin. "You already know." Washing down his chest and abdomen, the quiet sound of bath water shifting around us as I thought about his statement. We'd never talked about things like this so how was it I was supposed to know already? Setting the loofa aside, I cupped water in my hands, dropping it on his shoulders and watching as it rinsed the suds off his skin. Was there something in a lyric that would give me the answer? Something I should have seen, but for some reason hadn't? A relaxed sigh came from him as I took the loofa across his thighs. Leaning his head to the right, I could see his eyes were closed and a content smile decorated those full lips. The back of my hand accidentally brushed his erection and his bottom lip quietly disappeared between his teeth. I continued cleaning every inch of him I could reach but avoided that most sensitive piece of warm flesh.

"How am I supposed to know?" Lips landing gently on that soft, wet skin where his neck meets his shoulder. "We've never talked about this." His eyes opened and looked at me only to close again while his mouth fell open in surprise as my fingers wrapped around his smooth shaft, my thumb sliding over his tip.

"I know." His voice slightly shaky as my firm grip slowly started sliding over his firm flesh. His head still on my chest, I know he heard my heart beat speed up, throbbing in rhythm with the pounding between my legs. After a few minutes, his hand wrapped around mine, stilling my movement and releasing himself from my grip. Raising up on his knees and turning to face me, he wrapped his fingers around my upper arms, helping me up to my knee as well. Taking the loofa he began gently rubbing my chest. I reached for his member again only to have him grab my wrist and place my hand against my own thigh.

"Why not?" I inquired with a quiet voice but the only answer I received was the shaking of his head no. He washed me in silence, except for the occasional moan as he slipped over my more sensitive places. Rinsing the suds from my skin he let out a heavy breath, almost as if he had been holding his breath for some time. He stepped out of the tub, before helping me out.

"Your body's more beautiful than I ever imagined." His words brought a quizzical smile to my lips as he ran a plush towel over my body, his intense gaze studying my curves.

"And have you imagined it often?" I asked half joking as my thumb traced his collarbone.

"Yes." Prince's eyes came up to mine and the tone of his voice left no room for joking. He wrapped the towel around me before leading me back to the bedroom. He flipped a switched turning on the low lights around the perimeter of the room, leaving the center of the room cast in a low mood light. Sitting on the end of the bed, he opened his thighs and pulled me in between them with his grip on my waist. "Your touch." He brought my right hand up to his face. I cupped his cheek, drawing an invisible line under his eye with my thumb. "Your touch turns me on" leaning into my touch as he drew a breath.

"Oh." Letting my touch trail down his neck.

"It's been so long since a woman touched just me." There was a true sadness that flashed through his eyes. "Not the man on stage. Not the persona. Not Prince the musician. Just me". The look in his eyes was so earnest yet so sad and I had so many questions, but now was not the time for that. Now all I wanted to do was make that sadness in his eyes go away.

"Just you is all I want." I unwrapped the towel from my body and used it to dry his damp torso. "Lay back." My words punctuated by the sound of the towel hitting the floor. He scooted back on the black sheets, laying back as I crawled up his body leaving a trail of wet kisses from his ankles, up his legs, gripping his firm thighs as I stopped to bite gently at th sharp line of his hip. Strong hips thrust up as a low moan filled the room. My eyes looked up and were caught by his ardent gaze as my tongue laved the red marks left by my teeth. Holding his gaze I littered wet kisses across his fuzz covered lower belly. Gripping my upper arms, he pulled me up his body until our lips met in a steady kiss; tongues exploring each other's taste. My legs rested on either side of his hips, his hot tip brushing against my entrance as our bodies shifted. One hand firmly on my ass, I felt him reach over the side of the bed and bring his hand back with a small, square packet. Resting my head against his, I shifted letting his tip rub against my clit. "You don't trust me?"

"You...mm...you never answered the question." His words distracted by my rolling hips.

"Yes I did." Attaching my lips to his neck, sucking that spot below his ear.

"It's a yes or no question." My hips stopped and I pinned both his hands above his head

"It's more complicated than that for me." My tone serious now as I stared him down.

"Explain it." Words cloaked in a moan as he nudged at my entrance again.

"Not like this ." My eyes pleading with him. "I've never lied to you. I have no reason to start now." Waiting for a response and getting none, I started to push my hips down, taking him in as slowly as I could. He threw the condom off the bed and brought his hands to my hips, guiding me down. The feeling of myself slowly stretching around his girth was so intense I thought that alone would make me come. Once I was seated I stayed still for a moment, getting used to his size and enjoying the sensation of his heat radiating out from inside me. After a minute he bucked under me and I started rolling my hips down onto him hard. We quickly found a rhythm with each other.

It didn't take very long for either of us to come that night. Once we collapsed on each other I laid their holding him until he fell asleep and I made sure he went to sleep this time. As for me, I wondered what the dawn would bring, besides all the questions we both had.