Lucy Martin<br/>Place: The rooftop, Dylan Murphy’s apartment<br/>Tags: Dylan Murphy<br/><br/>The truth was out there. She had learned to always expect the worst. That way when it happened, she wouldn’t be disappointed. Another thing she had learned was to always take control. Don’t give them the chance to hurt you. That was her was motto, her way of adapting, and she was doing both now. Heading towards the elevator and getting away, being the one to walk away was the only thing on her mind, that is until she felt his hand on her back. She had somehow managed to be in his arms. It had happened so easily, effortlessly. He lifted her chin, and there was no escaping his eyes. His lips, warm and soft, touched her forehead. Lucy couldn’t help but close her eyes, despite knowing he wasn’t going to kiss her lips. A smile broke out across her lips at his words. She wanted to speak, but there were no words. Soon she found out there was no need for words. His lips touched her own, and every muscle in her body tensed. The urge to run was fading fast. As it subsided, waves of nervous excitement crashed against her.<br/><br/>The kiss ended far too quickly. She found she wanted more, but just how much more frightened and excited her. She looked into his eyes, those eyes she could get lost In, those eyes that made her so weak, and yet she couldn’t get enough of them. Silently she nodded, wanting to stay with him. Lucy realized she was about to cross a line she couldn’t go back from. There were no words, no apologies, that could be said to fix it if she did.<br/><br/>In his arms, she allowed him to guide her. The elevator trip to his place was short, incredibly short.  As she passed through his door, Lucy knew the line had been crossed.  The splendor that he had described before was all true, but it paled in comparison to what she knew was going to happen. Any other time, with any other man, she walked away and never saw them again. They didn’t want to see her. They were content to let her go, but not him. No. Dylan was different.  The doors locked behind them. Lucy swallowed hard, her nerves gripping her. Still she let him guide her to the couch. It felt like floating. On the couch, she didn’t rest beside him. If she was honest, it felt strange to be sitting on his lap. She hadn’t done that with anyone really since she was a little girl. Still she loved how he felt underneath her. His legs were strong and comforting. His hands massaged her shoulders, and Lucy closed her eyes. The stress from the work day melted away, and her body was being awakened by his touch. He had no idea the effect he was having on her. Though she was inexperienced, Lucy knew. She could feel her body tingling. His words only deepened the feeling.  She drew her bottom lip between her teeth.  Faintly she thought she felt a slight tug on her hair. It caught her surprise, as did the sound that escaped her throat. She heard his words, and there was no hesitation. Lucy had to turn around so she could see. In fact, she wasn’t sure she couldn’t wait any longer to do so. She moved gracefully, turning around to face him. Her face was flushed. Without a word, she leaned towards taking a kiss from him. The need, the desire, was far too great to fight, and Lucy didn’t want to. “I want,” she began, her voice trembling,  not able to say the words of what she wanted. Instead she stole another quick taste of his lips. “Dylan,” her voice a whisper. “Show me.”