It had been better than just good, and Warrick sighed with satisfaction, feeling a warm fullness within him that was more than just hunger sated. Lydia too was staring at her plate, amused.

"We were pigs..." she observed with surprise. Warrick laughed softly, rolling his green eyes at her.

"Honestly, is there any ethnic cooking you CAN'T do, Lyddie? Polish, Italian, German, that Mexican casserole thing..."

She finished her glass of wine and was eyeing the table as she shook her head.

"It all goes back to that double major in college, Warrick...Criminal Justice and Home Ec."

"Send them to jail then bake the cake with the file in it, eh?" he teased, watching her smile. A sense of certainty filled his thoughts at that point and Warrick realized he'd been fighting the inevitable for far too long. The karma of the night was set; all that was left was to help Lydia realize it.

She gave a little shake of her head and began to pick up dishes, stacking them with waitress efficiency. Warrick laid a warm hand on her wrist, stopping her for a moment.

"It was fabulous, babe. My own grandmother couldn't hold a candle to this."

A pale blush crossed her face and she looked up at him, her blue eyes shining. In that little moment Warrick saw pleasure at the compliment and something more, something generated by his hand on her skin.

Heat.

She gave a little shake of her shoulders, like a woman coming out of a daydream, and rose gracefully to her feet, clearing the table as Warrick helped her, moving closer than he needed to, enjoying the warmth of her aura.

When they were done, he dropped himself onto the leather couch in the living room, long arms stretched out along the top cushions and smiled at Lydia.

"So what are you up for, babe? Clubbing? A whirlwind night on the town? A cruise over to Stallions?"  He teased. Lydia laughed at that last, coming over to sit on the sofa next to him.

"Yes of course...I want to drag the handsomest man I know off to a male strip joint just so the dancers can ogle him instead of working the crowd...that's JUST what I wanted to do, Warrick!"

"You know it thrills me to no end to watch you get all indignant and huffy..." he replied, letting his arm drop around her shoulders comfortably. Lydia snuggled in, turning her face up at him, her expression slightly stern.

"It was hard enough making April and Jamie keep their mitts off you, so let's not aggravate matter, shall we?"

"Just tugging your chain, dear...Warrick Brown is a fire door, you know that..."

"Only swinging one way, yes..." she giggled. For a moment they looked at each other; Warrick felt the heat rise, suddenly, urgently. Lydia drew in a quick breath.

"I can't do it..." she gasped in a little choked voice. Confused, Warrick waited, sensing that her frustration was as high as his own.

"Do what? Hold out for the next twenty-four hours or just admit we don't have anything left to prove?" he asked in a soft whisper.

Lydia laughed, reaching up to touch his face.

"Both I guess...I want to do the right thing and keep my promise, Warrick, but I didn't count on having you here alone tonight. April bailed at the last minute, the rat and I'm pretty sure it was deliberate."

"Yeah, that's his style..." Warrick agreed, leaning closer.

"I just..." She stopped herself and lifted her face up, moving closer by slow inches until Warrick couldn't stand it any longer. His arm came off the sofa back and circled around her, pulling Lydia in as he angled his head and kissed her.

Hot.

Lydia's full lips opened to his and the tang of oregano and wine mingled with her natural peach flavor as Warrick probed her mouth with his tongue. Her little squeak tightened his balls, and Warrick shifted to wrap the other arm around her spine, enclosing her to his chest. The press of those full breasts against him made him groan softly.

"Yessss..." he tipped his head back and crowed to the ceiling as Lydia squirmed, "Time for dessert..."

"I had peach cobbler made..." Lydia chuffed, not struggling terribly hard. Warrick let his hands slide to her ass.

"Got the peaches right here..."

"WARR-" but her protest was cut off by the swift delighted plunge of his tongue into her mouth, and Lydia eagerly sucked it, giving into the rising passion of her body.

Warrick found his breathing ragged after a few more kisses. Lydia was so sweet, so maddeningly responsive to every touch and kiss that it was hard to stay in control. He shifted back on the sofa, urging her to straddle him and when she did, the heated push of her against his aching cock made him groan loudly.

"Nnngh--  

"Oh...I'm sorry, did I HURT you..." Lydia demanded, horrified as she tried to squirm away. Warrick locked his hands around her hips and pulled her back against him, his gaze flaring as he pressed his mouth to her temple.

"NOT hurting, un-unh---" he let his tone grow growly as smiled against her skin. Lydia liked the sound and kissed the side of his beautiful mouth, her hands caressing his shoulders.

"This is BAD, Warrick..." she warned. He made an affirmative sound as his fingers made tickly circles along her demin-covered ass. Their bodies moved in slow sweet grinds against each other, dry humping deliberately.

"I MEAN it..." Lydia gasped, her tongue flicking out to his ear. Warrick groaned happily, pushing himself up against her abdomen.

"On the contrary, Lyddie, this is so damn good I might DIE right here..." came his amused whisper. She let her knees slide higher around his lean hips, increasing the immediate contact between them, her face flushing with delicate color.

"You won't die alone then..." came her soft whisper.

"Damn straight..." Warrick agreed, cupping his big hand behind her head and pulling her to him for another probing kiss.

Lydia wriggled again and Warrick hissed in pleasure. He hadn't made out like this in years, but the heady delight of pressure and friction against a woman's body was just as wonderful now as it had been then and all the more erotic
since this was Lydia.

Warrick tried to stop his hands from sliding up under the back of her shirt and caressing her bare spine, but they wouldn't listen. Lydia made a soft pleased sound as she sucked on his tongue.

His hands went higher, caressing the dimples along her backbone, feeling her sharp naked shoulder blades in his palms.

"Babe, we have to talk..." he tried to plead, but she gave a squeaky little growl of her own and licked his neck. Warrick felt his spine start to melt.

"Don't want to talk, Warrick...BUSY..." she blurted against his skin and that made him laugh even as his hips began to rock a bit.

"Lydia Josephine you listen to me..." he carefully cupped her head in his hands and held her off, looking at her flushed face and marveling at the amazing beauty of her lust. She blinked at him and he continued, breathlessly.

"We CANNOT keep going without a consummation of SOME sort here. I've got a dick so hard I could probably crack granite with it, and I'm pretty sure you’re just as worked up. So before I regret this, are you willing to break our agreement early or not?"

Lydia sucked in a deep breath and nodded.

"I figure that there' s going to come a time when we can't be together for a few days, so THAT will count as the last two days of our agreement if that's okay with you because I want you so much right now this minute I'm going out of my MIND Warrick!"

He held her head a moment longer, studying her eyes and smiling.

"Okay then..." he agreed softly, "But we're NOT doing this on a sofa like a pair of teenagers, babe. Much as I love impulsiveness..."

"I know, I know..." she giggled, both tense and elated. Bouncing happily, she rolled off of Warrick and stood on shaky legs, rubbing her thighs and looking so utterly messy and adorable that Warrick found a lump rising in his throat, along with other areas of his body.

 

Taking his hand, Lydia tugged him along towards her bedroom, her eagerness amusing him to no end. Warrick caught up with her against the doorway and pinned her there, his hands sliding up under her shirt as he bent to tug the laces down the front with his teeth. Lydia wriggled at the touch of his hot lips through the strings, the slide of his tongue into her damp cleavage.

"Unnngh---" she groaned, one hand sliding up behind his head, the other wrapping around his shoulders. Warrick drove his tongue deeper, savoring the musky sweetness of her sweat, kissing the hot haven between her breasts.

He picked her up and pinned her against the wall.

It wasn't hard to do; Lydia was relatively light, and he'd held her enough to know her size. Pressing against her though, feeling her wrap her thighs around him nearly overwhelmed Warrick and he barely restrained himself from pounding the breath out of her against the wall, clothes or no clothes as his lust surged wildly. He sucked wetly through her thin shirt on a rock-hard nipple.

"War-War...Oooohhhhhh----" Lydia crooned in his ear, and stunned, he realized she was climaxing, writhing in hard spasms against him as he gripped her ass tightly.

After a moment Lydia's head fell forward and she gave a gasping little sob through the lovely tangle of her long hair, her frame suddenly pliant. Warrick felt her head drop to his shoulder; he smiled.

"Lyddie?" he wanted to hear her voice as she sighed.

"I-oh God I CAME, Warrick! I...it just happened when you rubbed me and then Ohhhh---" she gasped against his neck weakly, her hot breath amazingly erotic against his skin. Warrick grunted.

"That's my sexy baby..."

"I'm sorry..." she added, but he carried her into the bedroom and tumbled with her onto the bed. Faint light from the hallway illuminated a queen-sized bed done in a green satin quilt.

Warrick raised himself up on his palms and looked down at the lush woman pinned under him, his smile strained but gentle.

"Jesus I want you so much...!" Warrick groaned. Lydia was already wiggling out of her shirt, pulling it off in fumbles as he did the same with his own.

The sight of her beautiful bare chest made him bite his lips hard. Lydia reached for his fly and fought with it until Warrick helped her.

"Easy babe..." he warned with a soft desperate laugh, "Not going to last as long as I'd like, not the first time..."

Lydia smiled and pushed his jeans down along with his briefs, sucking in a gasp as his cock rose up, hard and wet.

"Warrick! Ah..."

"Right, right...condoms..." he groaned, reaching in the pocket of his discarded pants, but Lydia shook her head, her hair swinging over her bare shoulders.

"Not that...your...that's NEVER going to fit into me," she whispered, dazed.

Startled momentarily, Warrick looked at her wide eyes and felt himself throb at her astonished gaze.

"It'll fit, trust me..." he told her in a voice slightly strangled with amusement and lust. She looked worried, and Warrick closed his eyes, counting to ten before opening them again.

Lydia still looked uncertain and heaved a breath, which did wonderful bouncy things for her chest. Warrick fought the urge to simply pounce on her and instead gently lowered himself beside her on the mattress, reaching for her with long, strong arms.

"Come here..." came his husky voice, and she slid into his embrace. The sweet kiss of their bare skin made each of them moan, and Lydia buried her face in the crook of his neck, holding him tightly.

"Mmmfraff" she muttered. Warrick blinked, stroking her naked spine with his big hands as he tried to decipher her words. When he figured it out he carefully looked in her eyes.

"There's nothing to be afraid of babe. I'd rather cut off my arm than hurt you," he promised. Lydia bit her kiss-swollen lip and nodded, believing him. Her faith made him throb, and Warrick stroked her flank, kissing her chin and
lips softly. He undid the zipper of her jeans and helped her out of them, smiling at her flowered panties for a moment before letting his fingertips touch the dampness over the front of them.

"Jeez, Lyddie, and I thought I was hot to trot..." he teased. She covered her face with her hands and giggled nervously as he peeled them off of her.

Warrick leaned over her and kissed her bare chest for the first time, desperately in love from the first taste of her creamy sweet skin in all its round firm glory. Her nipples were beautiful pink, big and puckered in the dim light, and Warrick knew instinctively that it wouldn't take much play with them to make Lydia come again.

But at the moment, his own body was demanding release, so he sighed and took one of Lydia's hands, guiding it down his stomach.

"You need me..." she breathed, circling her fingers around his rigid veiny shaft. He nodded carefully, throbbing against her fingers.

"Oh yeahhhh..." Warrick admitted thickly. Lydia plucked the condom packet from the mattress and ripped it open, then gently tried to ease it onto him.

Warrick laughed.

"Wrong way..." Deftly he flipped it over and unrolled the latex sheath around his cock, encasing it as Lydia watched.

"Oh! I didn't know..."

"Shhh...we're fine..." he assured her, brushing her bangs from her eyes and looming over her. Lydia nodded and as she bit her lip, she opened her thighs. Warrick glanced down the length of her body and made a low hungry sound.

"I do NOT want to hurt you babe, but it's been a long while for me, and damn it you are SO fine..." he growled a little helplessly. Lydia laughed and shimmied around his knees, reaching for him, her face soft with gentle sensuality as she gently guided him to her.

"Shhhh...make love to me Warrick..." she whispered sweetly.

He rocked his hips forward, plunging in a slow press of heated flesh into her; Lydia gasped as he groaned, both of them overwhelmed with the luscious pressure of that first deep penetration. Warrick fought to hold still, to let Lydia adjust to the sensations washing through both of their intertwined bodies.

"God, you're IN me!" she whimpered; those desperate, sexy little words drove him insane. Warrick pressed his forehead on hers and gasped,

"Gotta MOVE, baby, I can't WAIT..."

Lydia nodded, her hands sliding around the back of his neck as she lifted her legs higher to wrap around his lean hips.

"Warrick, ukochany, darling..." came her low cry, and he thrust hard, burying himself in her, driven to take the delicious passion of her body. He pumped, his breath panting as his entire lanky body vibrated with molten pleasure, melding with Lydia's in a sweaty ride of rhythmic pleasure.

"Oh God Lyddie baby so damn GOOD baby oh yeah, yeah gonna blow..." he grunted, his forearms framing her face before he kissed her passionately. Lydia gasped around his tongue, arching up against him; he felt the slick walls of her cleft pulsing around him in tight squeezes...

Warrick came forcefully, thrusting deep as pleasure boiled out of his heavy balls and up his spine, making him muffle a howl against her kiss-slick cheekbone. Lydia's arms tightened across his big strong back, clutching him as he slowly collapsed on her, breathing in broken gasps.

"Oh Jesuuuus..." turning his sweaty face he nuzzled hers, kissing Lydia's mouth again, "Lyddie BABY that was...damn it, there aren't WORDS to describe what that was!"

To his utter horror, she burst into tears.

Warrick froze for a moment, then a rush of protective tenderness washed over him and he nuzzled her face, rubbing her tears into his own skin as Lydia cried.

"Shhhhhhh, it's okay baby, I'm right here..." he soothed, "Did I hurt you?"

"N-n-n-no..." Lydia snuffled, kissing him in return as he propped himself up to look down on her wet face. The soft cushion of her lush body thrilled him, and Warrick felt himself start to stir again as he kissed her heaving chest.

"Damn it, you're beautiful Lydia..." he whispered. She gave a shaky little laugh at that; he took a moment to slide free of her and deal with the condom; Lydia watched him dispose of it in fascination, and he chuckled.

"I hope to God you or April have a few more, because I can promise you we will DEFINITELY be needing them..."

"Warrick?" she reached out her arms and he dropped into them again, then rolled over, taking her with him, growling happily at her hot weight draped on his long frame. She raked her fingers through his thick wiry hair and rubbed her nose on his.

"You smell SO good...all...I don't know...salty but sexy too..."

Warrick grinned.

"Pheremones, babe. My body chemistry's been reacting to yours for a while."

"Well they're working. I definitely love your scent."

"That's not all I love about YOU, Lydia Josephine..." he replied huskily, tightening his arms around her. Lydia squealed in astonishment, kissing him quickly.

"Warrick!"

"It's true..." he protested with amusement, running his fingers through her long hair and smiling up at her, "...And nobody's as surprised as I am, but the evidence has been piling up for a while now and even I know not to fight it anymore."

"Yeah? Well I know better than to STOP you, so there..." Lydia giggled back, kissing him again. Warrick laughed himself, and let his head drop back on the pillow.

"Damn straight...now where do you suppose April and Jamie keep their...supplies?"