The cleaning was tantalizing, erotic, and careful, but even more so was the fact that Clancy showed her how much he cared about her, and how little he cared about the embarrassing situation.  Bri felt the stirrings of need again as her lover's hand made its way up her leg, and she watched, mesmerized by the motion of his fingers.  Her instincts were just beneath the surface.  It took all of her self-control to dampen the animal behavior that was vying for control.  She knew that control would have to be hard-won, and she had neglected learning it in the weeks after her escape.  She cursed herself silently, but the self-punishment was overridden by the sensation of his fingers reaching the climax of her thigh.  She was heavily distracted by the movement he made while caressing her skin, and when his fingers touched the softest part of her, she gave in, gripping the edge of the bathtub like a lifeline.  She didn't<i>want</i>to control herself if he wanted this.  She wanted to let him have his way with her.  She'd been waiting for years for this.  For him.<br/><br/>When he finally acquiesced, the very light-headed Bri sat in a daze.  His strong hands pulled her to her feet, lifting her chin to raise her face to his.  He looked so sincere, so in love with her.  When his lips met hers, she lost herself to the sensation.  One arm was pinned to her side by his, but the other was free, and it involuntarily reached up to smooth over his face.  She eased back down to the flats of her feet reluctantly as he broke the kiss.  He turned her around to her dismay, applying just enough pressure on her back to bend her over.  Confused, she followed his direction, placing her hands on the edge of the tub to steady herself.<br/><br/>"Are you ready, Bri?"<br/><br/>It clicked.  He wanted to try again.<br/><br/>Bri bit her lip and nodded, her hair falling down to make a curtain.  She lifted a hand to smooth it out of the way, then jumped as she felt the soft, smooth hardness of him touch her.  Just the bare edge, a breath of a touch, and she was gasping for air, wet from both the fingering and the anticipation of making real love with him.  She forgot about the blood, forgot about the pain, and leaned back just the slightest bit, pressing her heat gently against his hard, ready cock.  The sensation of any part of his body touching her delicate, throbbing pussy overwhelmed her, but knowing it was the part of him that was meant for that part of her made her nippes pucker and her breath come in quick pants.<br/><br/>"Please," she whispered desperately, unable to form coherent thoughts.  "Please."