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[Nicolette St. James]

Of course Nicky knew what he wanted, and knew what she was feeling, but the next morning she did not want him regretting his decision or thinking she decided to do this because she had alcohol in her.  She didn't want their to be a rift in this thing that was going just so great.

Nicky let out a heavy breath feeling Stuart's working hand, move up her silky, fresh shaven, thigh.  His lips had continued to attack her neck and she could have slipped onto his lap right then and there had the back of her mind not been filled of thoughts of her grandmother in curlers walking into the kitchen for a late night tea.

His words were final, and her eyes closed once more nodding as she kissed him.  "Ok"  That word trembled on her lips as she spoke it against his own.  He pulled back first, and she stood with him, following him out of the kitchen door.  Her own hesitation in the journey had been to shut the door tight and then she continued on her way to the barn.  Moving up the ladder after him and immediately moving into that tight embrace that he had captured her in.

His hands no longer were still but roamed freely over her back and up her sides.  And though his words were suddenly sweeter and lighter, it was obvious with what he wanted.  With why they both came up here.  They had not come up into the hayloft to continue to kiss.  Though it would have been awkward, no one would have said anything about the two kissing and just kissing in the kitchen, they came here for something else. 

His lasting words caused her eyes to lift to his and her lips pushed against him fully.  She then pulled away and looked at him.  Her eyes heavy with want as was the rest of her body that was warmed and excited all over.   "Blankets.  Make the hay just a little more comfortable."  She said suddenly, her chest rose and fell heavily, it almost hurt to be separated form him and not touching him but she knew that the two would not be comfortable while little threads of hay poked them during this.  It would make for their time together to feel different.  Not that she wanted this to be something of a fairytale, they were still in a hayloft.  But at least a few blankets would keep them warm after the fact, and during the process keep them safe from any wayward bits of hay threatening to poke personal parts of them.