My Queen  Ivan
began, but Kit silenced him with a kiss, a
breath taking slow kiss that made Ivan grab hold
of her hips.  Pulling her closer, on top
of him.  He realized he wasnt wearing
his boi equipment.  He was truly naked in
front of another person.  He felt the
panic rising, the urge to push Kit  But his nakedness didnt
seem to matter to her; Kit slowly got under the
covers.  Not letting go of her lips, Ivan
pushed the skirt she was wearing up.  Finding
no underwear, just her wetness, and her willingness.

Kit  Ivan
began, but she silenced him again, and Ivans
hands moved her hips over his, pressing into each other.

Its not about the equipment, baby.  Its
about us  KitIvan
thought he was going to explode, ravishing her mouth with his.  His hands moving her over her body, teasing,
touching, pinching lightly as she worked her way into a mind-blowing frenzy,
kissing him as if he were her only way of breathing. 

Then he felt it, the earth shattering movements of her hips, holding then
snapping hard forward, all for him.  Just
as he was, just for him. 

Thats it baby let it go  Ivan
said, sitting up and cradling her as he too felt the soft waves washing through
her and into him, burying his face in her breast as Kit
held onto him, falling into the bed, exhausted physically and mentally.

~*~*~*~*~*~

She couldnt remember how she got home last night.  She was fairly sure she hadnt driven.  Her last clear memory was being blown halfway
across the room, landing on her back, stunned, and Susan
leaning over her with genuine worry in her eyes.  She did have the dimmest of memories of
someone kissing her forehead as she pulled the covers over her, tucking her in
bed like a child.

God, did I actually drive in that condition? she whispered to herself.  he threw her legs over the side of the bed
and stood too quickly, head reeling.  She
sat back down, and took a few deep breaths until the room stopped spinning.  As soon as she could stand, she threw on a
robe and walked into the dining room, checking the driveway to see her car
parked there.  How much else was there
that she didnt remember, or didnt know. 
She began to explore the house as if she were a stranger to its
contents.

Finally.  I did all this.  Lara said
softly, pacing her modest home.  Her bank
account statements spread out on the kitchen table.  She owned half of the Planet.  Shed blackmailed Steven.  Shed paid someone to put up a billboard of
poor Dana spitting cake in her wifes face,
another to seduce her brother, and Sam to
photograph her with Tonya  My god, what did I do? 
The horror knocked her racing heart against her ribs and surged to her
throat.  She clamped her lips shut,
knowing that if she started to scream, she might not ever stop.