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Take Me Away

Later, Paul took her for the comprehensive tour of his new house. She felt her heart pounding when he led her into a large open space with hardwood floors and high celinged walls. On every wall hung special racks with an assortment of various guitars. His fabled guitar collection, she realized, judging from the priceless shattered mirror guitar he used for the song 'I still love you' and the rhinestone studded Washburn from the most recent Tour.

"Oh man..." Trynia gasped. "Incredible. I had imagined this is what this very room would look like..."

"You like? It's a little smaller then Gene's studio, but I just couldn't resist having my own practice studio. It's even rigged to playback and record...." Paul said, sweeping an arm across the breadth of space before him. In one corner was an upright piano, near an electronic keyboard. Several amplifiers rested against the wall, with microphones on stands. The whole room was perhaps the size of an average person's living room, except it was totally dedicated to guitars. Even a few gold records hung neatly along one wall.

"I had seen Gene's house... with his studio... and even this is impressive," she breathed.

"Thanks," Paul blushed. "Maybe later I'll show you some of the guitars...but let me show you the garden... and something you'll really love..."

Anxiously she followed him out of the studio, and down the back hallway. Out a set of French doors they strode onto a spacious patio, bordering a shimmering rectangular pool. Gently the breeze stirred up the crystal blue waters, and she drew in her breath. It was modest in comparison to Gene's pool, but still a nice size.

"I hope you brought a swimsuit," Paul grinned. "I mean it's kinda chilly now, but still if you wanna swim... the pool is heated..."

"Oh lovely," she gasped, striding out to admire the stone pathway creeping past the pool into the garden beyond. She glimpsed the poolhouse, which she was sure would most likely contain a sauna, and the back terrace with its patio tables and umbrella stands. A high walled fence kept out prying eyes of neighbors, framed with shady trees. Through the canopy of the higher ones, she glimpsed the hills and mountains flanking Los Angeles.

"You like?"

"Definitely Paul. It's a totally different world. To think it's snowing where I live..."

"You must miss the snow," Paul said slowly, laying an arm across her shoulders.

"Yes, but this..." She sighed. "It's chilly now, but still it's mild compared to the weather back home... it's perhaps the fifties here, and there it's low teens!"

"I'm sorry to take you so far away from home... I'm sure you must miss it..."

"I do, but I am just so glad that you invited me here. I half doubted that you even would..." she started to say, but lost her nerve. "I... well considering...."

"I can understand why," Paul said, seeing the shame in her eyes. Taking her hands in his, he turned her to face him. With one hand at the small of her back, he pulled her hips close to his and with his other, he tilted her chin to peer into his face.

"It's silly, but..."

"Hey baby, be honest ok?" he assured her, stroking her cheek. "What's on that pretty mind of yours?"

"Reality. I'm a hopeless romantic but I was afraid you'd forget all about me in the course of your busy life. I steeled myself in case you didn't want a relationship beyond just those two months. I hope you're not angered by me admitting all this, but I am trying to live in the moment, and trying not to take it for granted that what you feel for me is what I feel for you... but can you understand me having doubts and fears that it could all be taken away?"

"Yes," he nodded. "I can. You're a big girl, and you're a realist. That one thing makes you very different from the other women I've dated, or fallen in love with. You don't expect any more then I can give. And you also were one of the first that asked me to leave instead of begging me to let you stay..."

"Any time that I have with you I cherish... any time..." she whispered. A sudden puff of cold wind tousled her bangs over her face, and chilled them both to the bone. Pulling her into his arms, he hugged her close to his own body, so that the warmth seeped between them. Her snug jeans and loose jersey knit sweater didn't do much to keep out the drop in temperature, no more then his own jeans and shirt.

"I know," he nodded. "Same here. Say ... it's getting kinda chilly out here. What do you say we go back inside and I'll show you the rest of the place?"

"Sounds good..."

"But can you do me a favor first?" Paul asked, stopping her in his arms.

"Anything..."

"Baby, remember what you said about making every minute count..." he reminded her.

"Yes?"

"Do that. I am..."

"Good," she nodded, when he took her hand and led her back into the house. A slow smile crept over her face, and Paul squeezed her hand gently.

"Hey, let me in on the secret, baby?" he asked.

"Well, I was wondering where you kept your momentoes... surely you must keep more then just guitars from your career..."

"Ohhh I get it," Paul grinned. "You mean you wanna know if I have some infamous KISS vault or something under the house?"

"Well I don't think it's up the block from the Fortress of solitude, and I am sure you don't split the rent with Superman, right?" she teased.

"Ouch," Paul laughed, jumping as she lightly tickled his side through his soft shirt. "You're terrible baby! With that memory for quotes and all! I thought I was the pro!"

"I thought Gene was?" Trynia laughed.

"Well to tell you the truth, Gene is good at remembering useless trivia, but when it comes to remembering other things like lyrics... let's just say he blows it majorly..." Paul chuckled.

"You mean like the footage from that one particular concert where you got stuck on the trapeze, leaving Gene to sing Love Gun?" she needled him.

"Proves my point exactly," Paul nodded. "I was mortified when he only started singing 'oh yeah' when he screwed up the lyrics!"

"I'm sure you both gave a few roadies hell for that, right?"

"Let's just say there were some miserable people that night," Paul said. "Not just me and Gene."

"Wow I'd hate to be around you guys when you get mad," she breathed.

"It takes a lot to piss either of us off, so don't worry baby. Just be honest and up front and we'll get along great..." he half teased, a gleam in his eyes. By then, they were halfway down his basement stairs, to a sizable space.

"Whoa..."

"Yeah, really," Paul chuckled. "Here's my half of the Vault... Gene's home is the major museum, but I have a few momentoes..."

"Call that a few dozen," she gasped, seeing the boxes neatly stacked and arranged against the walls.

"C'mere, I think there's something I know you'll like over here..." Paul winked, conducting her over to a large rack with plastic shrouded items. She gasped when he opened a box nearby, and carefully shifted paper and Styrofoam aside.

"What..."

"Considering that nice little play outfit you sported last night I think you'd love to get a look at these babies," Paul explained, pulling out the flat item wrapped in packing tissue.

She gasped when he unwrapped whatever it was and saw something stretched out on cards, wrapped in a second layer of plastic. His mischievous smile filled his face when he let the plastic fall and held them out to her to see. Black feathers were sewn to the underside of long black sleeves, to which were sewn gold sequins.

"Oh they are gorgeous," she whispered.

"Here they are. The infamous Star Child cuffs. I mean these are the recent model, I wore them in a few photoshoots, but there in better shape then my ones from the seventies. I have them buried somewhere else..."

"Aww they are... wow..." she got out, fingering the soft blackish blue feathers still fluttering in the air of the basement.

"Wanna try them on?" he winked. "I can just see that thought in those eyes, baby..."

"You wouldn't mind would you?"

"Hey, you're begging to do it, aren't you," he teased. She was speechless when he slipped them off the stiff cardboard and bid her hold out her arms. He tugged each spandex sleeve over and pulled them up past her elbows.

"Wow, I can see why you loved wearing these things," she laughed, holding out her hands and turning her arms over to see the stars shimmering on the side opposite the feathers.

Paul smiled, and turned his attention back to the racks and the boxes as he said, "Well if you love those you'll really flip when you see this... I found some stuff some fan was trying to sell, and Gene and I had no idea how they got hold of it..."

"What sort of 'stuff' would that be?" she asked, still admiring the arm adornments she now sported.

"Hmm, well I think that you'll flip when you see this..." Paul muttered. White Styrofoam peanuts scattered across the floor like the snow she missed in Philadelphia so far away.

Paul extracted a red fireman's hat, and popped it over her head. She laughed and posed in it.

"Whoa, now you're hotter then hell baby!" he joked.

"I thought you threw these to the fans!"

"Well this one was recovered baby, from Detroit..." he said, and dug through another box.

"What next?"

"Hmm, I had forgotten about these..." Paul muttered, pulling out a pair of boots with stars on the top, and the toe.

"Alive, right?" she asked.

"Damn yeah," Paul muttered. "I had forgotten about these..."

"All you need are the spandex to go with them..." she grinned, and then playfully tugged them away. She tried them on, although they were hopelessly too large, and Paul soon held his sides laughing as he saw her strutting around.

"Easy there, don't twist an ankle," he laughed, catching her around the waist.

"Hey, is that what I think it is?" she asked, glancing past him to the rack of various clothes. A shimmering purple sleeve caught the light, and she nudged Paul.

"Hmm, depends on what you think it is..." Paul mused, and glanced back to where she pointed. He helped her over to the rack, and she pulled on the sleeve to reveal something he hadn't seen for years, but had known as there.

"Ohhh the fabled Dynasty outfit..." she muttered appreciatively.

"Man I had forgotten I had that... I thought I had donated it to the charity auction on e bay."

"Hey," she suddenly said, fingering her chin. "I have an idea..."

"I know that look baby, why does it make me a little uneasy?" he teased back.

"Well I need a bit of practice for my sketching. Know where I can find one?"

"Well I'd be happy to pose for you, but will it be in the nude?"

"Actually I figured a little bit of covering," she smiled, holding up the purple tunic.

"Uh uh baby," he laughed nervously. "My days of dressing up as the fairy prince are over..."

"Aww," she pouted, with a lip pucker worthy of him. "You're no fun..."

Paul laughed, and slipped his arms around her waist. He grabbed the fireman's hat by the brim, and whisked it off her head. Taking her face between his hands, he couldn't resist pressing a kiss to those lips. Sighing she wrapped his waist in her arms, letting her hands run down his back to gently rub his backside.

"Well, any other momentoes you want to share with me?" she asked.

"Mmm hmmm," he laughed. "And I will definitely pose for a certain young artist..."

"No Dynasty costume?"

"Uh uh... I have something better in mind..." he chuckled. Gently he reached for her jeans; unbuttoning them and slowly drawing down the zipper in a teasing slow jerking motion.

It was Christmas Eve, and Paul had a special evening planned. A quiet dinner for two and accompanying Trynia to a Christmas Eve mass. He had found the local Roman Catholic Church, and they attended the service that afternoon.

"Thanks for being a good sport, Paul," she smiled.

"They have a nice choir, and I heard most of the people who go there prefer the evening service anyway..." Paul said. "But you are used to a midnight mass right?"

"Yes, I remember staying up late for the ten PM service. It was a big deal to be old enough to go with my older brothers and sister."

"Ddi you parents go?" Paul asked, opening the door for her. She strode in, and he followed, closing it and locking it behind them both.

"Well one of them when we were younger would stay home with the younger kids, while the other would take the older ones over. I mean my brothers acolyted a lot, and when I sang in the choir we would do the midnight masses after I was old enough..."

"Tell me more..." he urged, leading her into the living room.

"Well we'd open one present before MASS each, and share it. Usually it ended up being pajamas my mom made for all of us."

"Hehe," Paul grinned.

"So how did you celebrate Chanukah?"

"Well we did the family dinner each night, and gathered around to light the candle. Sometimes we'd have one present to open each night... and we always sang..."

"Paul, I know this is a presumptuous question, but what's your approach to interfaith relationships?"

"Well, if both people can learn a lot from the others, that is the first step," Paul nodded, leading her to sit on the sofa. "And open communication..."

"I'm glad. I want to know as much about Judaism as I can, and I want you to feel free to ask me anything about my religion as well..."

"I'm flattered sweetie, that you have already learned so much about Judaism. Not every girl would even bother... I'm amazed at what you already know... "

"I had some help..." she flushed.

"A few Jewish friends?" Paul asked.

"I have had some over the years, but when my one friend at school found out I was dating a Jew he was very... helpful..."

"Ah, and who would this be?" Paul asked.

"A grad student I know in my lab. He's named Arthur but he goes by Art or Artie, if you really get to know him."

"You've got a secret admirer," Paul teased her, nudging her playfully.

"It's just friendship! He's dating my friend Melanie!" Trynia groaned.

"Melanie? Your lab mate right?"

"Yes! They all asked about who gave me this promise ring..."

"Promise ring?" Paul asked.

"Don't tell me you don't know, silly," she joked, holding up the piece of jewelry she displayed on the third finger of her left hand.

"Oh yeah," he laughed. "Of course! Say, are you going to want to open presents now, or wait till tomorrow... considering the traditions in your family?"

"Since you're dying to know what I sent... I'll let you open them," she teased. "But mine first..."

"All right baby, you win," Paul grinned. She reached under the tree and pulled out a small box wrapped in silver paper, tied in a blue ribbon. He was very amused and smiled warmly as she handed it to him.

"Happy Chanukah to you, belated of course... and the other is your Christmas present..."

"Very nice," he laughed. "Brilliant minds think alike... cause I have a few presents for you... for both occasions sweetie..."

"Why am I not surprised," she laughed, as he handed her the small neat stack of presents. She laughed as she turned the stack in her hands, bound together by a single ribbon and arranged from the flat thick rectangle on the bottom to the smaller flat one, and the smallest on top.

"Now this is hardly fair, I only got you two," she groaned.

"Hey, you've already given me the first present, remember?" he winked. "So it's fair... now pick which one you open first..."

She opened the bow and selected the flat one on the bottom. Tearing it open, she gasped at the cover glossy with Paul's photo, and the title of the very book she had input into.

"Your biography... your philosophy..." she laughed. "Thoughts from the Starchild..."

"Uh huh... and you'll notice the writer?"

"Compilation by Paul Stanley, as dictated to Trynia Merin..." she gasped. "Holy crap... you put me on the front cover?"

"Why not? You write pretty damn well..."

"I'm no Terri Mason!"

"Well she writes SF, and you write fantasy. But you write damn good research papers from what I've heard. It's only fair you should have your name where it is..."

"Aww Paul... damn it..."

Paul eagerly ripped the silver wrapping off the small present. She watched anxiously as he opened the small velvet box and saw what was inside. Slipping his finger under the chain he hoisted out the Silver Star of David ornately carved and worked with gold. Small diamonds were set into the six points, glittering and bright in the light of the fire.

"Ohhh baby you didn't," he whispered. "This is lovely! Thank you so much!"

She was glad he didn't ask how much it cost. It was a good portion of the advance check she recounted, but worth it. Gently he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Leaning forward, he indicated she should put it on him. As she reached around to do the clasp he caught her hand and gently kissed the back. Next she tore open the middle box, and gasped at the lovely gold lady's watch she extracted. It matched her ring in theme and size; small diamonds set in strategic places.

"Now... I have to know what is in that package!" Paul rubbed his hands, and grabbed the flat object wrapped in brown paper and string. Trynia helped him tug it out and set it on its end. They undid the strings, and Paul tore away the paper carefully to reveal something that made his heart stop.

"Oh... baby... you..." he got out.

"I hope it's not terribly cheesy..."

"Shhh no way," Paul shushed her, and turned to examine what he had released.

 "You might want to put it back here and see it from a distance," she suggested, leaning it against the wall and backing him up to peer at it. A swirl of purple before a starry milky way met his gaze, a Star Child countenance peering down from the top left hand corner to the observer below, looking up. An awesome double portrait rendered him in gentle starlight beholding his alter ego from on high.

"Baby... this is beautiful!" Paul choked; admiring the poster sized oil painting, set in a simple brass tone frame. "I... I..."

"You like..."

"Trynia, this is the best present I've gotten in ages... and the most personal... how long did it take you to paint it?"

"The better part of a month to plan it, and set it out..."

"I am gonna have to find a special place for this beauty," Paul gasped, hoisting it up and out of the way of his pet dog's watchful eye. He leaned it against the wall, squeezing Trynia's hand tightly.

"Well go ahead and open your last one... whoa I doubt it's gonna be anywhere near as special as what you gave me..." Paul laughed, sitting her down again after he had taken in a good long look at the painting.

She tore open the last, and saw another jewelry box. It jingled when she shook it, and she gave Paul a curious look. He urged her to open it, and she gasped at what was contained within. Her head shook, and a strange flush of awkwardness moved over her at that moment.

"Oh God... Paul, you didn't..." she groaned, extracting a set of car keys. "I can't... what did you..."

"Don't worry, it's gonna be there waiting for you when you get back..." Paul said. "I thought you'd like it in white..."

"Aww Shit Paul... I can't take this..."

"Now don't fuss baby, I don't' want your car stalling in winter when you're on your way to class," Paul scolded her. "And it's something you need!"

"I suppose," she said, choking away her tears that threatened to form. "I guess I'm just not used to such a gift... I mean I can't possibly...."

"Hey, Tryn... please don't cry baby..." Paul urged her. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable..."

"I am sorry to seem ungracious I just... man it's too much..."

"Look at it this way baby... considering that awesome painting you gave me... it's worth more then a silly car..."

"But a Mercedes?"

"Nothing but the best for my baby. And don't worry about insurance. First few months are covered in the deal..."

"I stand corrected. You are too much," she stammered, wiping away the tears that slipped from her dark eyelashes. Paul opened his mouth in an effort to offer her another scolding on gracious gift acceptance when his words were choked off by her firm lips sealing his off.

"Mmm," Paul whispered when she surfaced for breath. "What you give me in return is far more then any trinkets...."

"Silver tongue and all... which reminds me... how about a toast... to the holidays?"

"Perfect... I'll go get the champagne," he nodded, and rushed out to the kitchen. He already found a bottle of Martini Rossi out in the icebox, and hastily put it into a silver bucket. Finding two glasses, he brought the two items out into the main living room. Trynia was already fussing about with the fire, sparks flying up as she shifted logs around with the brass fire poker.

"Well little pyro, are you ready to toast?" Paul grinned, nudging her from behind with a small soft kiss on the back of her neck.

"Ack! You almost knocked me over!" she groaned, turning her head to face him as she fell against his bluejeaned leg. He helped steady her, and exchanged the glasses with her for the poker. The icebucket he plopped down, and motioned her over to sit before the fire.

With a resounding pop, the cork shot out of the bottle and they both shoved glasses under the foamy stream to capture the bubbly. Paul grabbed two large pillows from the couch and tossed them down so they could recline by the fire. "Make yourself comfortable, and let's make a toast..." he said.

"All right... to a wonderful Christmas, with that special someone..." she grinned.

"Oho and who would that be?" Paul teased, clinking his glass to hers. They faced each other, sipping their champagne. Paul twined his wrist about hers and tipped his glass to her lips as she did the same. They giggled when they almost missed with the next sip.

"Damn this tastes like gingerale," she commented.

"Everything does after a few glasses," he joked back. He playfully jerked the pillow out from under her and she squawked with protest.

"Hey!"

"I need this more then you... because right now I wanna snuggle with my lady and chill in front of the fire..." he whispered enticingly.

"Now you tell me," she groaned, smacking his thigh playfully. He lay on his side, resting his head and shoulders on the pillow and motioning her to lean against him. While she made herself comfortable, she pushed the glass of champagne into his hand, laying her head on his chest.

"Hmm, that painting would look awesome over the fireplace, don't you think?" he said, handing her glass back to her. She took a slow thoughtful sip, and nodded her agreement.

For a time, they watched the flames licking over blackened spears of wood, sparks hissing and popping occasionally. Under her ear she heard the steady thumping of his heart, and finished her first glass.

"More?" he asked.

"Fix me right up," she said, handing him her glass. He poured himself and her another round and settled down again.

"What you thinking, baby?" he asked her after they were halfway through their second glasses.

"I still wanna draw you," she said. "I don't' want to get out of practice..."

"Do tell," he said.

"Here and now," she said. "Could you do that for me... pose?"

"Sure."

"Let me get my sketchbook," she said, getting up and handing him her glass again. He watched her stride out of the room, and return minutes later with her wooden pencil case and a large drawing board. She had her sketchpad attached with a large set of clips, and settled down.

"Okay, what pose first?" he asked, settling into a classical side pose before her.

"Perfect, but there's one tiny thing wrong..."

"And what would that be?" he asked, cocking a dark eyebrow.

"I was thinking of doing a study like I would normally do in college... with a lot less covering in the way of the subject matter..."

"Wait, you mean... in the nude?"

"Yes," she nodded, mischief sparkling in her eyes.

"I knew you'd try to persuade me," Paul laughed nervously.

"C'mon... you take most of your clothes off on a nightly basis for thousands of adoring fans... why not go a step further with your number one fan?"

"Hmm, I have a better idea," Paul mused, rubbing his chin. "Just to make things fair..."

"And what would that be?"

"Can you spare a few sheets of your drawing paper?"

"What do you have in mind?" she asked, seeing the glint of mischief sparking in his dark eyes. His lips twitched into a slow seductive smile.

"See I'm a little bit shy here. I need some encouragement to liberate myself from these clothes baby. So what say you let me draw you... first?"

"You draw?"

"I'm a bit rusty baby, but you know what people say... once you learn to ride a bike, you never forget..." he winked saucily at her.

"Okay, you're on," she nodded, accepting his challenge.

Before long she lay by the fire, pillow propped up under her shoulder, her bare back basking in the warmth of the flames. Nothing was between her and the smoothly muscled artist that sat near her, 4B tucked behind his ear as he sketched with the 2B. Dark eyes traced over her contours, Paul's pencil whisking across the page with an intricate dance. Her neck ached a bit, but she tried hard to stay still as possible to hold the pose.

He tossed down the 2B and grabbed the 4B next. A slow smile crept over his lips when he turned up the smolder in his gaze. There was something sensual about knowing his eyes alone were caressing each line and curve in his attempt to capture her form on paper.

"Umm, it's been a looong time since I did a figure study, baby," Paul murmured, switching to the 6B.

"Well I get to do you next, ok?"

"Depends on what ya mean, by that," Paul teased.

"You know perfectly well what I mean..." she laughed. "I need a break, my neck is killing me..."

"One glass of champagne for the lovely model," Paul nodded, putting his pencil and board down. He poured her another glass and handed it to her gently. Her eyes took in the details of his gloriously nude form that had been obscured by the board.

"Can I see?" she asked. Paul hid the board from her, but she wrestled it away from him to peer at what he had done.

"Hey, not bad," she muttered appreciatively. It was rough, but spoke of good-trained effort.

"I'm gonna need a whole lot of help baby," he laughed.

"Well, you have the breakdown of form down, but you just need to work on your knees... don't fudge them... and you need more positive and negative space balanced..."

"Show me," Paul whispered in her ear. She traced around his sketch a bit and then smiled.

"Your turn, Mr. shy guy..."

"All right, I guess you twisted my arm," he pouted. "Now... how shall I sit..."

"Stand up, and give me a challenging pose," she said. Paul placed his arms behind his head and stood a bit with his side turned to her. Out of the corner of his vision, he watched her hand dancing across a new sheet of paper.

"Now change," she said.

"Aw no, that's not fair," he shook a finger at her. "One pose per customer. Now I get to draw you again..."

"You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Stanley..." she pouted this time. He reached down to take her hand and help her up. This time he whispered a particular pose in her ear, and she flushed.

"That was the deal," he reminded her, when she protested, giving her backside a playful swat. She poured herself and him another glass of champagne, and they both took a good swig before settling down again. As Paul lay down the light lines, he found it increasingly harder to concentrate on what he was doing. He had hidden his excitement well enough the first round, but that last pose he had held, watching her eyes flicker over his body had increased his temperature and heartbeat considerably. She inhaled deeply at the trace of his smoldering gaze on her body, causing her chest to heave up and down. He saw the erectness of her nipples suddenly springing to life, and the goose pimples rising to life on her bare flesh. She was glancing downward at him, standing with one leg braced up on a chair, her arms resting on the back with her front three quarters facing him. He wondered at her sudden shivering jolt, then felt the evidence of his own excitement plainly apparent. Shyly he crossed his legs and put the board across his lap, hoping she wouldn't notice his obvious erection.

Trynia shifted her gaze a tad, chuckling to herself as Paul rested the board on his lap, gingerly. With each passing moment the sexual tension crackled more strongly between them. Increasingly it built until Paul felt himself shifting again, to move the board slightly so he wouldn't inadvertently bump a very sensitive spot by shifting to get a better angle with his pencil and board. He rested it up on his lap, biting his lip as he switched pencils.

"Where's the six b?" he wondered.

"Uh, over here," she said, nodding with her head. "I'll get it..."

"No you stay there," he whispered, trying to reach the pencil before him on the floor. It was awkward to lean over the board to get it, so he had to shift the board to the side. She drew in her breath sharply at the sudden shot of his excited state, and Paul heard her sharp gasp.

It only served to send him over the edge into madness. Slowly he put down the board, and tossed his pencil aside. He rose, and strode over to her, still holding the pose. She had closed her eyes shortly as she felt her leg starting to tingle. Something warm brushed against her belly and she almost fell backwards off the chair, startled.

"Whoa, easy there," Paul laughed, catching her arms.

"I thought you were in the middle of a figure study," she said.

"Hmm well I came to get a pencil," he said with a wry grin. "But I think I'm going to switch mediums to finish this sketch..."

She slipped out of his grasp, falling to her knees before him. "Hey, what gives," he laughed.

"Before you continue you need to sharpen your pencil," she laughed, stroking her hands down his fine thighs. He groaned at the feel of hot breath hitting his hottest parts, warm lips gently tracing along his length. Shyly she began to slip him into her moist warm mouth, supporting the rest under her small fingers. Groaning, Paul braced his arms on the chair back, behind her. Slowly, deliberately she slipped her mouth over him halfway, gauging how much she could accommodate him.

"Easy baby, you gotta sharpen a little bit at a time, remember?" he gritted, grasping her hair with his other hand to guide her. There was no gel to keep her tongue from tasting the essences of his body, and she stiffened with nervousness for a moment, backing away to leave her tongue wrapping over the tip slightly. Eyes squeezed shut, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Paul's hand tightened on the back of her neck, his own breath rasping in his throat. Up and down, she tentatively licked, feeling the shape and length of his new medium before swallowing on him again. Bracing one hand on the chair back, he began to thrust in and out of her mouth, slipping over the soft bed of her tongue.

At the last possible moment he pulled her off, and tugged her to her feet. He sat down on the chair, and motioned her to sit on his lap, straddling him. Just before she could settle, down he playfully held her by her hips, teasing her with his tip. A sharp jolt slammed through her, spreading from her loins all over the extremities of her body. Her breasts and nipples tingled into aching desire. Again, she struggled to sit down when he released her hips, only to grasp her and hold her just off his medium again.

Lightly her hands traced over his shoulders, bracing for balance. She squatted over his lap, holding herself just off up him when he released her again. When she made no move to sit down, he cast a questioning gaze. Her dark eyes fixed into his, challenge present. How long could either hold off before they would demand sweet release. Both of them breathed deeply, their desires hot and moist, sweat rising off their olive skin.

At that moment, he wanted nothing more then to plunge himself into her hot slick core. Damn he wanted it more then ever, and she was meeting his challenge, lips quivering with the sexual tension of remaining a fraction of an inch above him.

"Oh sit down baby," he whispered, pulling her down onto his erection and burying him into her with one expert stroke. She cried out with release feeling him inside her at last, and Paul let out his own groan of satisfaction. It only took a few upward thrusts to bring himself to full orgasm, face tensing as he captured her breast in his hungry lips. She gripped his shoulders tightly, nestling his face in her chest as she shrieked and rocked her hips on him.

Warmth spurted upwards as he tensed and impaled her one last time. She cried out, head thrown back as she received him and mingled her wetness with his thunderous climax. Muscular arms wrapped her tightly to him, cradling her there on his lap as he rested his head on her breast, and she buried her face in his neck, heart pounding only muscle and bone from his.

"That was the strangest medium I've ever worked in," she gasped when she finally caught her breath, and felt the hot throbbing stop from within.

"But one of the best figure studies I've ever done," Paul smiled, looking up into her eyes with his own deep mahogany pools. Complete satisfaction mirrored there, and made her shiver with delight.

"I don't think you were expecting a gift like that!' she giggled. "I never knew you could draw..."

"Now you know. And by the way...a merry Christmas to you baby," Paul laughed, kissing her softly as she remained on his lap.

"And to all a good night," she whispered back.