Clyde had completely shrugged off Bonnie's comment about never meeting her father.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Mine died in an earthquake when I was two so I guess you could say I met him but never got the chance to know him."</span><br/><br/>Then he'd done something he'd wanted to do practically since they met. He'd kissed her. It felt right. He didn't want it to end - and judging by the way she was kissing him neither did she. The kiss itself was fierce, hungry, passionate. It was as though neither of them had ever kissed anybody before and never would again. Truth be told he never wanted to kiss anybody else again. Nothing could ever compare to this. And no woman could ever compare to Bonnie Parker.<br/><br/>As the kiss became fiercer, he leaned more into it, pushing her down onto the pile of hay with him on top. His hand slid under her dress to caress her bare thigh. Their bodies were so close now there was no way she couldn't feel what she was doing to him - especially in the physical sense.<br/><br/>He broke the kiss and stared down at her, his eyes meeting hers.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Bonnie Parker..."</span>He had said her name to no one in particular, his voice breathless. Then his lips attacked hers again. One hand supported himself on the hay he wouldn't crush her, his other hand moved over her body. His lips moved from hers down her neck. He wanted her, needed her, more than he ever thought he would for anyone.<br/><br/>He pressed himself against her so she could feel his growing erection. Then he whispered in her ear, nipping at it just a bit.<span style="color: #B7410E">"You'll make a helluva tamer, Miss Parker. You already know how to make this lion purr."</span>With that he kissed her hard and fierce, more so than he ever had with anyone.