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When Flynn knocked on Lucy's bedroom door the first time, she was still in the bathroom toweling off.

He waited a beat, and knocked again with a trembling hand.

This wasn't the first time they'd be sharing a bed for the night, but it would be the first time that she wasn't unwell.

That knowledge had him even more shy than usual.

Just before he could knock a third time, the door opened and Lucy smiled brightly the moment she saw him. In a movement that was becoming borderline instinctual, she pulled him into her arms and began to pet him gently.

"Hey Flynn," she said softly, "Ready for bed?"

"Mmm," he hummed, snuggling into her happily.

"Give me just a second," she said, giving him a light squeeze before releasing him and guiding him in, "I just need to get dressed."

It was only then, as she turned around to close the door, that he realized she was in her bathrobe. He blushed ruby red the moment he realized she wasn't wearing anything under it. Words failed him, and he simply sat on the edge of the bed in mild shock as she went into her closet and changed into pajamas.

He'd barely gotten himself together when she emerged, still toweling her hair lightly. Her cheeks were a light pink as well, the same way they always got when she thought about her husbands lying with her, but nothing else about the way she was handling herself gave away the way her heart was fluttering.

Hanging up her towel and robe, she slid in from the opposite side of the bed and looked expectantly at Flynn.

That was all the encouragement he needed before he rushed to join her, quickly scooting to meet her in the middle of the bed. The second he was within reach, Lucy wrapped him in her arms and pulled him close so they could feel each other's breath. She pet his ears and ran her fingers through his hair gently as she snuggled into her pillow and closed her eyes contentedly.

Flynn, on the other hand, was wide awake. His arm was draped over her waist, and he rubbed small circles lightly on her back in a way he learned relaxed her when she had a nightmare. She hummed approvingly, and earned a small smile from him as he studied her face.

"Rachel?" he whispered softly, his face flushing.

"Hmm?" Lucy hummed, opening her eyes and looking at him curiously.

"C-could... could I k-kiss y-you?" he stuttered quietly, struggling to finally ask the question he'd been working up the nerve to ask her all day.

She treated him differently from the other four, and sometimes he worried it meant she didn't like him the way he liked her. He liked the way she always snuggled him, and how she loved to pet him... but he hoped they could have more - he hoped she'd let him kiss her.

Lucy's eyes went wide and her smile grew quickly... chasing away the anxiety eating at Flynn's stomach.

"Yes," she said quietly, her eyes darting to his lips, "you can."

Flynn froze in shock then.

He didn't actually move toward her, he just stared at her... and he realized, he'd gotten so focused on asking, he'd never considered what he'd do if she actually said yes.

Lucy waited several heartbeats, and when she realized he wasn't going to move she leaned forward - slowly, cautiously, until she was almost touching him... because what if he'd changed his mind?

Then she waited, studying his bright, blue eyes and hoping to see the same excitement she was feeling.

Instead, she watched him close his eyes tight, inhale and hold his breath, and then lean forward and press their lips together.

It was the cutest damn thing she'd ever seen, and if she wasn't worried it'd upset him - she'd have giggled furiously. Instead, she moved her hand from the top to his head down cup his cheek and kissed him back gently.

It was a chaste kiss. Innocent and pure.

And it was perfect.

When she pulled away from him, his eyes flew open and he released the breath he'd been holding with a whoosh.

Lucy smiled at him gently, studying his shocked face and loving how he seemed torn between thrilled and terrified.

It took a long moment for it to melt into pure joy, and the smile that took over his face was so bright it warmed Lucy straight to her core.

"C-can I... do it a-again?" he whispered, excitement clear in his voice.

Lucy nodded, and this time Flynn came to her.

The third time he asked, he deepened the kiss, ever so slightly.

The fourth time, he deepened it even more.

By the end of the fifth kiss he asked for, they were breathless when they separated.

He looked at her in awe as he caught his breath, never expecting it to be... well, like that. He didn't know what he expected, really... but whatever it was, this was so much better.

And he wanted to do even more... but he was terrified of ruining it. Terrified if he asked for too much, he'd lose what he already had.

Lucy didn't want to push him either, letting him be the one to decide what he was and wasn't comfortable with. Rachel's memories might be spotty, but there was no misunderstanding that it was generally considered the hybrid's right and place to initiate any kind of intimate contact.

So she waited, curious what he'd do next.

"R-Rachel?"

"Yes, Flynn?"

"C-can... c-can I..." he wanted to ask if he could touch her while he kissed her, but he just couldn't work up the nerve.

"Yes," she said after a moment, studying his face.

He blinked several times, caught off guard.

He hadn't even asked yet... she didn't even know what he wanted. She just smiled at him, trying her best to encourage him to be brave... to do whatever it was he couldn't seem to ask her for.

He hesitated, eyeing her carefully, before - so slowly it was almost painful for the both of them - he moved the hand draped over her to her hip.

He paused then, studying her carefully, before he began to move it up her side. He let his hand slide under the hem of her shirt when he reached it, her warm skin threatening to melt him as his hand travelled along her waist and up her ribs.

Lucy shivered, her eyes fluttering and her breath stuttering slightly, when his skin made contact with hers.

He watched her closely for any signs she wanted him to stop when he let his hand glide from the top of her ribs - so incredibly slowly - to cup her breast.

The moment he finally made it there they both inhaled sharply.

He kneaded her gently, struggling to breathe through the feelings exploding through him. His eyes darted between where his hand was beneath her shirt and her eyes several times before he leaned forward and kissed her again.

And whatever fear was inside him that was holding him back fell away.

He pushed her gently on her back, kissing her passionately and letting his hands explore her more.

He wanted to touch all of her. Memorize her. He wanted to know every curve of her by feel alone.

Lucy's gasps morphed into quiet moans as he patiently learned every inch of her skin.

The more he explored - and the more receptive she was - the less shy he seemed to be. At first he used only his hands, then his lips began to travel behind his touch. She was overwhelmed and breathless by way he took his time to leave no spot undiscovered.

"Rachel," he whispered in her ear, an agonizingly long time later, "can I go further?"

He didn't stutter, and his voice - while quiet - didn't sound shy. No, he sounded... reverent.

The change did things to Lucy she hadn't anticipated.

"Yes," she whispered back, unable to find her voice after experiencing a sensation overload that melted her fully into a puddle.

She was completely at his mercy - whether he knew it or not.

He'd already, carefully, removed her clothes as he'd touched her - wanting no barriers between his hands and the feeling of her skin. Now, he moved with a patience Lucy couldn't fathom until he was nestled between her legs with his face in a place she was not expecting.

Lucy blushed furiously, holding his gaze in shock as he placed one leg over his shoulder... then the other.

With a look more sultry than she realized Flynn was even capable of, he gazed at her for a long moment before lowering his mouth to her.

Lucy gasped, throwing her head backward and arching her back slightly at the feelings he created. His tongue, which was shortly joined by his fingers, worked her in ways she wasn't prepared for, and she struggled to hold in the sounds that threatened to spill out of her as his slow, torturous worship of her body turned into something akin to witchcraft.

His own moans were unexpected, and every time he made a sound a bolt of electricity shot through her.

"Oh! Oh, Flynn!" Lucy couldn't hold back, crying his name when he drove her over the edge.

He didn't stop even as she cried out, continuing his slow, sensual ministrations, and the feeling came again and again in waves that left Lucy breathless as she clutched the sheets with all her strength.

When he finally released her, she flopped down - not having realized her back had fully arched off the bed - and panted while her brain worked to catch up to what had happened.

He hovered over her then, his lips glistening with the evidence of what he'd just done, and stared at her in absolute wonder.

Could he go even further? Would she let him?

"Rachel?" he asked softly, studying her.

He already knew when she opened her eyes - glazed and dilated, as if drunk - what her answer would be.

He knew when she parted her lips, still slightly swollen from when he'd kissed her earlier.

Still, he wanted to hear her say it.

"Yes," she whispered.

He made quick work of his clothes, but then resumed his slow movements the second he laid between her legs as bare as she was.

She gasped in shock when he began to slide in at the unexpected discomfort - her body immediately struggling to accommodate him. He moved slow, though, giving her time and space to adjust. Then he paused when his hips finally met hers, which she was thankful for.

She gripped his shoulders, her eyes squeezed shut as she breathed through the intense feeling of being filled and stretched beyond capacity.

She certainly hadn't expected that.

When he finally started to move, his movements were as slow and sensual as his touch had been... as his tongue had been. It was like he wanted to draw out every single thing he did to her, and make each action last as long as he could.

For Lucy, it was both maddening and incredible at the same time.

Just like last time, the pressure built slowly... so slowly Lucy could hardly stand it.

He held her hip, angling her up just right so that every thrust caused a bolt to her system... then just as she felt it, it was gone again. Over and over, he teased her with a feeling she couldn't chase, wanting more but barely having enough to call it a taste.

The pressure built so incredibly slowly that eventually all she could do was hold on to Flynn for dear life and pray he'd give her a release.

When, what felt like a lifetime later, he finally did - she screamed. She couldn't help it. Couldn't stop it. Couldn't control it. It exploded with so much force she was powerless to the way her body reacted.

He'd gasped at his own climax, his breath stuttering against Lucy's neck as he choked on the sensation - still moving at the same pace to draw the feeling out as long as he could.

Even at the end, he moved as if not in a hurry - as if nothing could make him rush. Savoring every second, every feeling, every sensation.

It was so much more than he'd ever dreamed it could be.

When he finally pulled away and laid beside her... Lucy couldn't feel her legs.

Flynn snuggled up close, wrapping his arms around her, and held her tightly. He was in a state of disbelief, but he was so incredibly happy he thought his heart might burst.

Lucy, a completely melted mess, was so overwhelmed she felt high. She wrapped her arm around him, her hand making it into his hair reflexively.

They didn't know that as the two of them drifted off into a blissful sleep, the other men in the house were struggling with physical reactions they were not prepared for when they went to bed that night.

Evan finally gave in and made his way to Marco's room just as Rory headed to Jasper's - because tonight, they all needed a release.

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