<strong>F/M</strong><br/><br/>"Oh God"  She whispered.<br/><br/>This was not at all like her fumbling with boys back home.  Arouj knew what he wanted, and how to take it.  Her arms were trembling as she leaned on the fountain rim, he head bent down as her body arched towards his touch.<br/><br/>Fear and desire, she had just thought she felt both in his presence.  Now it was real.  Buttons tearinfg free from cloth, skittering across the cobblestones.. each pop, each rattle touched off a pulse in her loins, a small wave of heat through her body.  Her head lifted at the touch of his mouth on her neck, tilted away from him, back towards him as her fists clenched, her nails scraping against the stone rim.<br/><br/>"No."  She had imagined, pictured a soft bed, clean sheets.  Not a pile of hay like boys had tried to take her in.  Certainly not a public square with people around.<br/><br/>It was very hard to think. The fingers questing through her curls, a calloused hand gliding across her throat.<br/><br/>She yelped aloud when the last of her buttons gave way, shuddered, twisted her hips to work her pants down.<br/>