<b>Dylan Murphy</b><br/>Location:GPC<br/>Tagged: Lucy Martin<br/>Time: Late evening<br/><br/><br/>He was happy to be here with her, thinking they had gotten past the preliminaries, and past her earlier hesitancy.  As it turned out, however, he could not have been more wrong.  He listened carefully as she spoke, keeping careful control of his incredulity, to push down both any anger, or any shock.  Which was good, because it was a near certainty that a dropped jaw was not his most attractive look.<br/><br/>Even still, he was just for a moment shocked as she was essentially pushing him way   He had known that she was hesitant earlier, but she had gotten dressed up and was supposed to be excited for this.   But then he understood and smiled.  Looking at the how small and sad she seemed, understanding her multiple apologies but not perhaps quite literally.  He was glad now that he had not tried to play any sexual games with her on the way back from her work. She was so innocent, more innocent than he had realized. His hand went down her  back to caress it and then he put his hand on her chin and lifted her face to look up at him<br/><br/>He kissed her forehead softly. "This is not the end of us, Lucy".<br/><br/>Now he pulled her to himself and he kissed her tenderly, with some hunger and yet restrained passion.  He could feel her trembling , he thought, her conflict, she had been hot and cold all day, so it only made sense.  He left his large hands caress her hair, and brushed a lock of her hair up behind her ear after ending the kiss, so he could stroke her cheek with his strong hand "Just stay with me Lucy, ok?"  But it was really less a question or even an invitation , and more an instruction.  He guided her with him, his strong arm wrapped around her slender waist, and took him back to his place, he had an extra deadbolt on his place, he was a stickler for security.<br/><br/>Inside it was as he had described earlier, perhaps a touch disheveled because it wasn't the maid's day , but not that messy, just a couple of things out of place.   As a soldier and a cop he had learned the value of a place for everything and everything in it's place.  But he also believed in living somewhere, rather than keeping it looking like a museum.  Normally he would welcome her to his home but this was a time for few words.<br/><br/><br/>So he locked the door behind them and guided her to the couch with him and pulled her into his lap so he could rub her shoulders "Lets relax , together."  he whispered into her ear from behind and then softly kissed her neck, his fingers entwined in her lovely long hair as he groaned deeply because feeling her in his lap was affecting him in a rather predictable way. His other arm was wrapped around her waist. "Now turn around for me Lucy"  he wanted her to turn around on his lap so he unwrapped his arm  to allow her to turn around to face him, but he also realized she might want to get up to get some wine.  He should have gotten some for her himself, but he was focused on her , not his skills as a Good Housekeeping Host .