By Starbearer TM

Disclaimer: KISS, Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons are real persons, and this story is not meant to harm or demean them in any manner. It is a work of fiction. Trynia Merin and other characters are property of the author. Rated R for sexual content and language, so no readers under 18 please.

The lavish hallway carpet was soft and plush under their feet as Gene chased Terri down it. They stopped by a door with a brass plaque bearing the words, "honeymoon suite" on it. Gene pinned her to the door, resting his weight on his hands by her head as he kissed her. Moaning softly, she fell into the kiss, savoring the feel of his lips on hers.

"Mm," Gene whispered, parting from the kiss. His body pressed tightly against hers, anticipation fueling both their desires.

"You ready?" she asked, holding up the room key teasingly before him.

"If you are," he whispered back, and let her turn around in his arms to slip it into the slot on the door. The green light engaged, and Gene leaned gently on her as she pulled down the handle. Strange for such an old fashioned place they had the latest in hotel security. Swinging open onto the Old World interior, both of them almost fell into the doorway as the door gave way. Gene was suddenly transported to another such time, years ago when another woman had almost fallen on the floor, steadying herself against him for balance.

"Ray," he whispered to himself. "Damn that night was so long ago..."

"Shall we?" she asked, leading him in by the hand. Their suitcases were already neatly placed next to the door, one setting on the luggage cradle while the other, a duffel bag, sat by the entrance under the coat rack.

"Mmm, very nice," he nodded, surveying the room as he closed the door behind them and locked it with the draw chain. Taking his hand, she tugged him, till Gene leaned down and picked her up in his arms, carrying her toward the canopied bed.

Playfully he set down his cargo on the plush comforter, quilt blocks design that matched the carpet and curtains. He sat next to her and she pulled him to her in a momentary if not passionate kiss.

"Ohh Gene..." she gasped, noting rose petals on the large bed.

"I swear I can hear the click-click-click of computer keys at Metal Edge right now. You know they are going nuts. Paul Stanley getting married!" Gene sighed, pulling out of the kiss reluctantly. By the bedside table, she noticed the boxes of chocolates piled up, right near the roses.

"Chocolate" she asked, grabbing the box and opening it before him. Gene reached over and grabbed one, chewing on it thoughtfully.

"Now that's a good confection..."

"Aww I'm sorry Gene. I forgot that will just about blow your Tai Bo and your diet..."

"NO diets, tonight, Terri. Just you and me," he said, taking one and putting it into her open mouth.

"Nice..." she sighed.

"Tell me the truth. You're as much a sucker for this romantic white wedding crap as Trynia, aren't you?" he teased lightly.

"Uh, well," she fumbled with her dress. "To tell you the truth..."

"And that hot tub.... And this bed.... And that couch over there..." he asked, indicating she should turn around so he could undo her zipper. "I mean I LOVE the trappings, but the whole spectacle..."

She sighed and closed her eyes, as Gene tugged down the pull VERY slowly. His large hands began to massage her shoulders, and his touch was sheer perfection as usual. Why did she get the distinct impression he was nervous about something?

"Gene, how do I know you didn't call those reporters here... so you could chase Paul and Trynia away?" she asked.

"Who me? Can I help it if this wedding's a damn three ring circus..."

"I agree, it is a three ring circus," she said, letting it go that he'd evaded her question. "And lavish, extravagant declarations of love aren't my style."

"You mean you wouldn't want to tell everyone and his brother about how you feel about me?" he whispered into her neck.

"I would love that... but not with all the brass and fanfare..." she whispered back. "Something more... intimate. But something just as permanent."

"But you do sometimes find yourself thinking about marriage, even though you know I am opposed to it. I mean, as it traditionally is set out," Gene asked, kissing her neck. He unbuttoned his jacket, and Terri turned around to push it off his shoulders. She undid the tie at his neck, freeing him from the tight collar of the shirt.

"Spending thousands on a wedding when you can be hitched easily with a minimum of expense..." she turned to look at him suddenly. "You know... I'd be lying if I said the thought hadn't crossed my mind... but I know what your feelings are on that matter... you've made them very clear."

"My 'feelings', as you put it, are that I am diametrically opposed to promising before God and country that I will not stray and will someone become a piece of property, at the whim of another. And when I displease this mistress, she can break the union and get half of what I've worked 53 years for. Bullshit!" he snorted.

"I know Gene," she said, fingering his cheek. "That's why I haven't pushed anymore... I can see that it is something obviously that you don't agree with, and I respect it... even if I don't always agree 100 percent... it shouldn't be what marriage is."

"That's it exactly... you know..." he sighed.

"You know it's not the money with you and me... even though that's a fringe benefit," Terri reassured him. "I have more then enough smarts to live on my own..."

He reached down and kissed her hand, "Love, I've never doubted that."

"I know," she said. Gene sighed and got off the bed, slowly approaching the window set in lace curtains. He started to shake his head slowly.

"Gene... what is going on here?" she asked. "You obviously haven't just dragged me up here to have a romantic tete a tete, then somehow bring up marriage for the hell of it."

"Terri.... You ever had an experience when you feel like you're jumping off a bridge and you can't stop yourself?"

"Yes, when I dated Paul." she nodded.

"And as soon as you jump, you know you're going to be OK because you have wings, but damn, it's hard to take that first step off solid ground."

"Yes, I knew I was okay, even though it was a horrible crash, because you were there to pick me up, and dust me off..." she trailed off. "Gene..."

He looked distracted for a moment, then turned to her, "Huh?"

"What are you getting at?" she asked, and he looked back out the window. "I know this is you that you're talking about, and it has a lot to do with this doesn't it? You saw Paul getting married. And somehow you're wondering if I've got similar designs or a fantasy that I'll somehow want it also?"

"There was once a time when I had that chance, Terri. That chance to jump off a bridge, only instead of jumping, I toed my way back onto solid ground and walked away," said Gene with a sigh. "Like a coward."

"You mean... Ray?" she asked.

"Yes..." he trailed off.

"Gene, you're many things but not a coward." she said, rising moving over to hug him from behind.

He looked at the ground.

"I did it with you too, you know. I gave you that ring, then I danced all around the meaning of the thing, until I gave you fits and caused you to starve yourself and take diet pills. All because I can't get things straight in my head," Gene shook his head. "I jerked you around, and for that I'm sorry."

"Gene," Terri sighed. "I know... and blaming yourself isn't helping you. Or me. I chose to take those damn pills."

"But DAMN IT, Terri, I'm tired of feeling like this. Justifying who I am!" Gene pounded the wall.

"Then don't." she said. "Say what you mean."

"Because I think I can take what I want and what I don't want, and make them mesh into something that can work for both of us."

"I want to know what this is all about," Terri said. "And how I can help you feel better."

He broke away from her touch and walked over to his suitcase. He gestured for her to sit on the bed as he extracted a briefcase. She glanced at him and raised an eyebrow, "Don't tell me you brought work to do..."

"For you...Terri..." he said softly.

"And don't tell me that's something to get my mind off of this..." she rolled her eyes. "I'm NOT working on another damn article for tongue. Not NOW anyway."

"It depends on your definition of work, and yes, this will DEFINITELY get your mind off of things," he said, looking reluctant. Why was he not looking her in the eyes, she wondered?

She took the case and tossed it on the bed, "I doubt it."

"Open it...and let me explain."

"I don't want work... getting in the way of this."

"Terri, damn it, stop rattling on!" he sighed. "And open the damn thing."

"Oh for Pete's sake," she sighed back, sitting on the bed. "I'm NOT writing another SCREENPLAY with real life inspiration!"

"It's a pen, Terri. A pen to sign something very important."

"What, a contract for my novel to become a picture you can direct? Another little project between Simmons and Mason?"

He opened the briefcase again and pulled out the thick document. He handed it to her. She laughed and shook her head, "I knew it... you're wanting to make my novel into a screen play, right?"

"Simmons versus Mason. It's... oh man... you just have to look at it..."

"I want you permanently in my life, sweetheart, only not like THIS" he says as he swings his arms around.

"You think it can be reduced to a few flicks of a pen across a paper?" she asked levelly. "I don't want your damn money Gene."

"Oh shit I can't do this," he groaned, sitting on the bed. "I just can't... Terri... forgive me I can't... it goes against everything..."

He rose up, tearing at his hair. She glanced at the paper and sighed. It was a prenup, signed and legal. She wondered what agonies he had gone through for this moment. Was it guilt? This wasn't the Gene she knew and loved.

"I can't change who I am. I can't be faithful, Terri, I just can't. And I can't have you walk away with half of what's rightly mine.... And Jacob's. Having SAID that, I love you, and since I gave you that damn ring..."

"Are you doing this just out of guilt?" she asked slowly. "That I'm going to throw another fit if you don't follow through?"

"Have you EVER known me to be pressured into something I don't want to do? EVER?"

"No, but this isn't just ANYTHING." she asked levelly. "I really don't want you thinking you HAVE to marry me just cause you gave me this ring... and I threw a fit. Gene this isn't' you... please don't think you HAVE to do..."

"I don't know what I was thinking... this is the cliff I was talking about Terri," he sighed. "When you left that night I panicked. Something I haven't done in a long time... and... Now I hate myself for even giving you that damn ring... and now I just can't go back... but I just... can't go through with this..."

"Then don't," Terri said, taking the paper and slowly tearing it down the middle. "Don't compromise yourself for me. Don't you see Gene, it's you I love, and this isn't YOU at all... not the Gene I know and love..."

Gene turned around in surprise as she tossed the shreds of paper at him, and beckoned him to come over. He knelt down and hugged her waist, kissing her hands softly. She stroked his hair and rocked him against her.

"I'm sorry Terri, I can't marry you. I can't... I just can't..."

"Then don't, Gene. I hate seeing you destroy yourself," she shushed him. "I love you so much it hurts, and I hate seeing you like this. But I can't let you feel coerced into leaping for my sake, out of guilt over a wasted chance years ago."

"Marriage for me is," Gene said slowly. "Is... Like getting into a cage with a hungry lion. There's only a slight chance that it will turn out in your favor, and if it doesn't, you'll get eaten alive. And I think I've felt like way since I was about 5."

"Oh Gene," she shook her head. "Have you ever though it's because your dad took a hike when you were five?"

"And nothing and no one will ever change that." He closed his eyes for a moment.

"That's not what marriage means to me," she said. "Gene, come over here and sit down..."

He nodded and let her pull him to his feet. They sat side by side on the bed.

"That's what it seems to become in Hollywood."

"But you see, this is how I am, and how I feel," Gene sighed. "But so I go and I start a band and I have sex with a lot of women."

"I was always taught that marriage was like a business contract... you are there to support each other..." Terri explained. "But there is love involved, and a dedication to a common goal..."

"And every once in awhile, I meet someone who gets invited back to my bed a second time and a third, and maybe I end up liking her a bit too much. But in the end, I drive her away, which is GOOD, because then I'm free to move on. And then I met you..." he stopped.

"Are you and me... like you and Shannon were?' she asks. "Because you made it work with her for a time, didn't you?"

"Yes... that's the closest. Everything got.... I don't know.... Messed up when I met you," he said with some frustration. "Because you didn't go away..."

"I tried to," she laughed.

"And I never wanted you to."

"And you came after me," she said. "Remember when I took the job..."

"Yes.... Yes, I did."

"And you threw a fit?"

"I missed you" he grinned.

"Ditto," she laughed, lying back in the bed. "Because you made me feel things no other man did. And not just HERE either."

"There's a part of me, Terri, that still fears that some Paul-like character is going to come around again and snatch you away, and can I blame him?" Gene sighed. "I've not given you anything concrete to go by."

"Gene, I don't want anyone else. At least not for the long haul."

"And I don't either. Don't you GET it?" Gene asked her. "Yes I might be inclined to have a boy toy like you have your groupies... But I can live with that."

"So, where do we go from here?" Gene asked. "I know I seemed insane drawing up a prenup but I..."

"Panicked?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said sheepishly. "Imagine me, Gene Simmons, contemplating the M word..."

"You really HAVE lost your mind, you poor baby," she sighed. Gene lay back on the bed, arms extended. A great weight seemed to have been lifted off his chest. He reached over and hugged her.

"Like I lost mine," she said, turning over and laying her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "I... left Jacob behind... and I STILL regret it... what a selfish bitch I was. What kind of a mother am I?"

"You're the kind of mom who can appreciate when you need to be alone," Gene said, stroking her hair aside. "And what you need to do with your son when you want to do just that."

"But I could just see Paul... that look of disapproval in his eyes... when I ran off that night... shit Gene... Why am I even WORRYING about that..."

"It's not like you left him on the damn street corner. Or worse yet, took him off with you into the night as you're having withdrawal symptoms," said Gene. "You made sure he was SAFE."

"I left him with you... I knew he would be okay," she began to cry. "But still I'm his MOTHER..."

"And you'll ALWAYS be his mother Sweetie, if there's one thing I've learned with having four kids, is that are times when you're just going to plain old screw up," Gene said. "And Paul? Personally, I think Paul still wrestles with what he did to you."

"For ONCE I would like to be rid of the whole damn thing, and SCREW what Paul thinks of me," she sobbed. "I wish it had been you I had slept with first! With no Paul in the way."

"I wish it had been too," he chuckled, stroking her hair fondly. "But I don't have those big pouty lips and those almond shaped eyes and that nice tight ass."

"I would have slept with you in a heartbeat." she said. "Honestly. Paul got to me first..."

He chuckled, "You wish you hadn't slept with Paul, and Paul wishes he hadn't slept with you.... Or is it, he's GLAD he did, just wishes he hadn't gotten caught..."

"With his pants down?" she joked.

"And Trynia wishes she hadn't slept with me and PAUL wishes she hadn't slept with me...."

"It's a mess," she nodded.

"And ME, I'm glad I slept with everyone I did. I got some great sex," he laughed, hoping to cheer her up.

"So did I," she purred. "I had more sex with Paul in a week then I did in three years.... And more with you in the last two then most have in their married lives."

"I try not to regret anything I've done. Obviously SOME things come back to haunt me..." he sighed. "But I try not to let them."

"Besides, who is better in bed? Me or Tryn?" she asked, trying to change the subject.

"Girlfriend, you have it ALL over Trynia!" he said as he leaned down and kissed her.

"Well considering she was a groupie lay..."

"I think Trynia was more scared that we were going to BREAK her or something. Paul gets off on that. Me, I want a real woman. One I can roll off the bed with," Gene whispered, kissing her cheek. "One that doesn't mind getting wild with me."

"Did I once ever make you think I would BREAK under little old you?" she winked. He laughed for a moment. "With my big bottom?"

"Well, you've definitely gotten tougher and a lot more experienced." He glared at her with mock Demon eyes.

"Thanks to a certain someone," she laughed.

"You did NOT just say that" he growled as he came closer to her, and pushed her down lightly on the bed. She laughed and pushed back. Twisting her body, she threw herself atop him.

"So, where does this leave us?" she asked.

"I don't know," Gene said. "But I meant it when I said I want you with me for the long haul..."

"I know," she said. "I'm sorry if you thought I was pressuring you into marrying you..."

"Heh, all this trouble over a stupid ring," he chuckled.

"I think maybe you should take it back," she said slipping it off, and putting it into his hand.

"Don't do that, it's yours," Gene said. "And to hell what anyone thinks it means..."

"I know what it means Gene... but I still want some sense of permanence..."

"If you look in that briefcase there is another document," Gene said. "It's... about a possible partnership. I... was willing to do the wedding thing if it meant keeping you... but I feel awful for not going through with it..."

"I know you were willing to try... and I would love being your partner... and we do have a bond. We have Jacob," she said, kissing Gene on the lips.

Gene stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, and slipped the ring back on her finger. "I promise I'll be there for both of you, and make sure you're taken care of... as long as I can..."

"That's all I wanted," she whispered. "And I promise that I'll always love you... because I can't imagine my life without you in it Gene."

"I will love you, always," Gene whispered. "That's all I can promise."

"It's enough," she said, unbuttoning his shirt. He sighed and lay his head back, letting her take charge. She kissed his bare chest, and unbuckled the belt, tugging his pants down and off. She threw them with the other parts of his suit, piled by the side of the bed.

"Gene?"

"Yes Terri?" he whispered.

"How about a hot bath? I have been DYING to try that Jacuzzi..."

"Sounds wonderful... you know I love any excuse to see you hot, wet and naked," Gene purred.

"Come on," she said. "You've had a rough day, and you could use it..."

"That's not the only it I can use doll," Gene licked his lips as he watched her rise from him, and hold out her hand to pull him up. Reaching over he tugged her dress down and off and helped her to step out of it, till she was just in a corsellair and garter stockings with a slip.

***

Gene settled into the hot tub, laying back and letting the steam mist against his face. The rumbling boiling water sent delicious waves of heat into his tired body, and the vision of Terri wandering in the mist was a delight to his sore eyes as well.

"Come in, the water's fine," he whispered.

"I aim to, but not yet..." she whispered, lighting several scented candles. As she passed by the hot tub, Gene snaked out an arm and tugged her leg. Shrieking, Terri landed in the hot tub, splashing Gene right in the face with a sluice of hot water.

"And remember just WHO is in control here," he laughed wickedly, as she spluttered angrily at him.

"Gene, you almost ruined a perfect romantic..."

"Come here and say that,' Gene rumbled, pulling her to him and kissing her hard. She moaned despite her annoyance, which melted away with his touch.

"Gene I haven't UNDRESSED yet, and I'm all wet for..." Terri spluttered.

"Since WHEN did that matter? More wrapping for me to undo," Gene laughed.

"Gene..."

"Don't be angry doll," Gene pleaded, putting on his best puppy dog look.

"Aww SHIT! Gene you make it HARD enough to resist!"

"Now why would you want to do a ridiculous thing like that?" Gene asked softly, stroking a finger up and down her bared arm.

"It's hardly fair... not letting me continue setting the mood..."

"You've done well already," Gene whispered, blowing in her ear and licking the rim delicately. "Come here..."

***

The knock caused Terri to rush out of the bathroom, tying the plush terrycloth robe around her dripping wet body. "I'm coming damn it," she grumbled. "I thought Gene said there to be was no interruptions!"

"Who is it, doll?" Gene asked, calling from the bathroom.

"Room service!" someone said, knocking on the door.

She slid the chain and opened the door, frustrated as she said, "I thought we said NO interruptions..."

"But Mr. Simmons ordered these items and said if they WEREN'T delivered..."

"All right..." she said, noticing the tray bearing covered dishes. "Hang on..."

She hunted for her purse, and then grumbled with annoyance. "Shit... where is it..."

"Hon, what's wrong?" Gene asked, emerging from the bathroom in a robe of his own. "Ah dinner's here. Great..."

"Gene, I can't find my damn purse!" she panicked.

"Easy... I'll take care of this," Gene urged, moving up behind her and rushing over to the nightstand where he'd placed his wallet and watch. In disbelief, the valet watched Gene as if he were a virtual legend, his knees turning to mush.

Pulling out a few bills, Gene passed them to the valet, and opened the door a bit to let him push the cart in. The astonished valet gasped at how much was there, instead of having a person pay with a credit card.

"Keep the change," Gene said. "And get lost..." he added with a knowing wink.

"Can I have..."

"Sure," Gene said, locking the draw chain and rushing over to pull something out of his briefcase. He quickly signed a picture with a flourish, and passed it to the starstruck valet.

"Gene, you are terrible," she groaned.

"What?" he asked. "By the way, would you do me a favor and find the lady's handbag? I think she left it downstairs. Come back in half an hour and there's more in it for you... come back in less then five... and there's a LOT more..."

"Right away!" the kid said eagerly, closing the door quickly.

"Thanks," she smiled.

"Not a problem, now what have we here..." Gene said, lifting lids after pushing the room service cart by the bed. After lifting one, he clanged it down almost immediately.

"What?"

"Shit... they sent up..." he said, going a bit pale. "Fricking... lobster... I HATE the sight of it!"

"Gene, easy..." she said. "You are SUCH a weenie sometimes!"

"Ugh... I hate it..." he groaned. "Like some big damn COCKROACH..."

"Sit down honey, and I'll get rid of the big bad bug," she teased him. Dizzy, Gene sank to the bed, holding his head in his hands.

"There's steak here..." Terri murmured. "NIICCCEEE... JUUICY steak..."

"Uhhhhhgh," Gene groaned, turning over and hugging his stomach.

"Gene..." she whispered, taking the tray and setting it on the bed next to him. Taking knife and fork she pierced the steak and cut a tiny piece off. Holding it on the fork, she passed it under his nose.

"Hmm," he mumbled, nibbling the piece of juicy steak off the tines of the fork. "Any mashed potatoes?"

"Right here," she said, straddling him and putting the plate on his chest. She began to dollop the mashed potatoes on a spoon and fed them to him, dripping a bit of butter on his lips.

"You're entirely too good to me," Gene whispered.

"I know, someone has to be," she whispered back.

"Shall we continue this in the Jacuzzi?" Gene asked.

"Indeed," she said, rising from him. He got up, and moved over to the cart. Before he could push it into the room after her, she slammed the door.

"Now I can properly prepare the romantic atmosphere, Mr. Simmons!"

"And I can get a head start on dessert!" he called back to her. Taking the plastic wrapped slice of cheesecake, he began to attack it in earnest.

"Oh you are going to LOVE this, you bad boy!" came Terri's voice muffled through the bathroom door. In no particular hurry, Gene licked cherry sauce off his fingers and hummed in anticipation. The awkwardness in his stomach settled a bit with the sweet treat, and he found himself readied for the next part of what he told himself would be a night for them both to remember.

He was just finishing the last bite when the door clicked open and Terri poked her head around it to glance at him incredulously.

"Aren't you coming?"

"Not yet," he laughed deeply, finishing the last morsel with a sigh of satisfaction. "But there's one less dessert for you to enjoy while I've been waiting.

"You sneak!" she shook her finger at him. "Just for THAT you'll have to wait FIVE more minutes while I get the last touches done."

"I can wait," he chuckled, pretending to lift other lids to probe the other desserts. "Besides, I think there's an apple pie in here that will do nicely..."

"Well in that case, if ANOTHER dessert so much touches your lips... I take this bath alone mister... and you'll here EVERY moan as I pour herbal essence in my hair!" she warned, backing into the bathroom again, and closing the door. "And while you're out there, make sure you bring the cart in... Without ANYTHING else missing..."

Gene took one look at the lobster, and shuddered. Covering the plate, he put it down on the nearby desk top, and pushed the cart toward the door. She had already eaten most of it anyway, out of his sight, and seeing a body without claws and a tail freaked him out to no end. In a few minutes Terri again opened the door, and leaned on the frame seductively, clad in a pink silk robe that hung open enough for him to get a peek of what was underneath.

"Enter when ready," she whispered.

"Just a moment," he laughed, and leaned down to grab the terrycloth robe left for him at the foot of the vast waterbed. Wrapping it around himself, he pushed the cart into the bathroom. A full cloud of steam hit him in the face, laced with rose and ocean breeze. Soft music merged from the CD player in the Jacuzzi unit, and Gene recognized it as While my guitar gently weeps.

"Perfect," he muttered. She slowly brushed by him, and then returned to the side of the broiling cauldron that pulsed to their immediate left. Stretching she lay on the curved tiled edge, dangling her fingertips in the white foam. Like a witch stirring a brew, she threw rose petals and bath beads into it and luxuriously stirred the ingredients into the fragrant mix.

Sound and smell assaulted Gene's senses, and he closed his eyes, moving closer. After closing the door and locking it, he pushed the cart next to her, and sat down beside her stretched out legs. Leaning over he kissed the bottoms of her feet and took them in his hands, slowly licking over her large toes.

"Oh," she whispered, not expecting the assault upon her bare feet. Her nails had just been painted a dusty rose, to match the coloring on her fingernails, and his hot breath sent shivers from her toes up her body to the crown of her head. Stretching catlike she turned over onto her back and lay on the tub's edge, precariously close to tumbling in.

Gene stood up, leaning over her as he slowly pulled at the belt of his robe. It dropped around his ankles after sliding very slowly down his sweaty body. Steam left little to the imagination when he bared himself to her for a full moment before stepping into the simmering broth she'd concocted. His low groan of pleasure met her ears, telling her he loved the feel of the heat permeating his tired muscles. Slipping down so the water was up to his chest, he sat on the carved marble reclining surface, resting his arms on either side.

Terri sat up deliberately, picking up the half-eaten plate of steak and potatoes, and setting it on the edge by his shoulder. Dangling her legs in the water, she moved close to him and cut a few pieces of the steak for him. He cast her a slow smile, and let her feed him mouthfuls of juicy steak between bites of mashed potatoes soaked in gravy.

"Where's the lobster?" she asked.

"Don't ask," Gene muttered, wincing.

"You're lucky I already ate most of it, mister Simmons," she pretended to be angry. "Or else I'd eat the rest of this lovely steak dinner RIGHT in front of you... and not leave you any!"

"I'd say that I was saving room for a very different main course," Gene replied wittily, turning up the smolder in his light brown eyes.

"Are you?" she asked.

"Take off that robe, pretty lady, and I'll show you EXACTLY what I'm talking about..." Gene said in his best Demon voice, shivering her all over with a wave of hot passion. "This Demon commands you to take it off... slowly and teasingly... and reveal what you're hiding under that silk exterior... NOW...."

He ended the last sentence in a guttural growl, which struck a chord in her hormones. IT was becoming harder to deny her hunger. Terri closed her eyes, sighing deeply and inhaling the steamy rose fog she'd created before tugging at her robe. "Come to me, come for me..." Gene continued, enjoying the show unfolding before him. Especially when she let one shoulder drop, revealing the strap of a negligee, then the other. Once the robe was halfway off, he saw the black lace below, and licked his lips hungrily.

"Hmm," she whispered, letting her robe drop beside his. "What will you do for ME?"

"Plenty," he laughed throatily. "But you'll have to bring that pretty ass of yours over HERE to find out, doll."

"Will I?" she laughed back, casting him a soft sultry wink in return. Slowly her hands glided over her breasts, sheathed in black midnight silk. The edge of the lacey bottom of the negligee barely covered the tops of her thighs, her curves almost visible through the mist. Licking her lips, she began to rub her hips and breasts before him, slipping down one strap after the other and arching her back as if writhing in passion.

Gene spread his arms and legs, letting out a low rumbling growl that answered her self inflicted moans. Both began the slow process of seduction, their hands moving fast to match the pleasure they could arouse out of each other on their own bodies. For every time she caressed her own breasts, his hands wandered over his chest, his thighs, and down to the source of his passion under the water. It was only a matter of time before either one would make the next move or else climb to a fast furious relief.

So engrossed was Terri in pleasuring herself to titillate Gene that she had her eyes fast shut. Concentrating on the low groans he gave watching her, she failed to notice him sliding like a serpent to the edge of the Jacuzzi right by her foot. His hand reached out to take her ankles, and Gene hesitated. Both straps were to her elbows now, the lace barely concealing her breasts now.

Reaching up with strong arms he stood up, and grabbed Terri by the hips, pulling her into the water. She landed with a sense-shattering splash that ruined the orgasm she had slowly been working from herself.

"That's not fair!" she half shrieked as Gene stripped off the negligee and hurled it sopping wet across the tile floor.

"Life's not fair, little girl," he growled, a wicked grin of satisfaction on his face.

"I'm going to KILL you," she pouted. Gene covered her lips in a breathtaking kiss, pulling her into his arms.

"Not before I make you SCREAM my name in passion," he whispered back, breaking the kiss to fix her eyes in his smoldering stare.

"Ohhh you are rotten and horrible," she moaned, savoring his hands caressing her hot wet flesh under the water.

"I know it but you love me anyway," Gene answered.

"I've missed this," she whispered back.

"So have I," he answered. The novelty of their surroundings had intensified this time to a new level. While they frequently had sex on many occasions, almost daily when they were together, Gene had to admit he loved being surpassed.

"You've trained me well," she whispered.

"I like to think I had something to do with making you into the perfect seductress, other them myself of course..."

"Did I ever tell you I loved you, you arrogant son of a bitch," she whispered, as he pulled her over himself. For a minute she felt him teasing her hunger, and savored the torture of anticipation.

"Hmm, not lately," he whispered back. "But if you'll sit on my driver's seat..."

So saying he thrust up hard, impaling her on hard passion. She stifled the moan, enjoying their intimate contact as if it were the first time. Amazing how the novelty never wore off, for sex with him was anything but a ho-hum chore. Internally she wondered if he had continued to keep track of the number of times that they had done this.

"What does this make this?" she asked, bucking on each pelvic thrust that brought her closer to her interrupted orgasm.

"Hmm?" Gene asked, sweat beading on his forehead from the effort of sexual prowess.

"How many times... have we... done... this..." she moaned, head tossing back in a slow semicircle as she reveled in the warm wash of the first level.

"Five hundred," Gene whispered back.

"You're shitting me," she gasped.

"Not at all," he answered. For a moment, it seemed she was a million miles away, and he could tell from the sudden relaxation of her muscles and other subtle clues of her body surrounding his.

"You with me?" he whispered, stopping.

"I'm sorry..." she answered, opening her eyes and meeting his question. Whenever they made love, he wanted her whole concentration devoted to it, as he did.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, soberly. The passion did not soften, but remained buried deep when their gazes met in a vulnerable point.

"The others, do you do this with them... I have to know... is it just sex, or does anyone else... share this connection... I know I can't expect you to give up the groupies, but I want total honesty as we always have had..."

"I told you before love," he whispered, kissing her delicately despite the fierce forcefulness of his previous thrusts. "I've only felt this way about a mere fraction of the women I've bedded. And it's no cheesy come on or line..."

"I know Gene, and I'm sorry for being such a party pooper all of a sudden..."

"Don't be," he laughed lightly. "I always find our mid sex conversations VERY amusing, and stimulating... and that's not something I always do..."

"You mean screwing and talking simultaneously? Oh come on..."

"I'm serious,' he said, thrusting up hard for a moment to get her attention. "Other then the usual Fuck me baby or Cum for me... You're one of the only women I can think of other then Shannon that actually held an intellectual conversation while we were screwing."

"You don't mind..."

"Would I be doing THIS if I minded?" he laughed, thrusting into her again with a slow maddening rhythm. She whimpered and released her first wave finally, Gene sighing in satisfaction at her reaction before continuing a relentless assault.

"But is it just sex or something more... because frankly Gene I'd hate it if it weren't the case..."

"Sex is sex, and love making is lovemaking," he answered, catching his breath before continuing. "And... Oh do that again... we both know each other well enough to know the difference don't we?"

"Yes..." she said, sighing.

"But you're still in doubt, aren't you..."

"Yes," she hung her head in momentary shame, shifting to get off him. She was afraid she had spoiled the mood, but Gene grabbed her hips and pulled her down again into position so they were still fused.

"Stay right where you are," Gene asked. "We're not done yet... by any means. And if it takes ALL night to convince you otherwise, so be it... and the more the better for both of us..."

"Oh good lord Gene," she moaned.

"That's it, say my name again," he whispered. "Be with me... just BE with me..."

"I'm so sorry I doubted..." she started before he interrupted her with a deep full-mouthed kiss she loved so much. Part demon, part Gene he continued to make love to her, and screw her to a rapid cluster of heights that would take forever to return from. Screams muffled by both their lips sealed in the passion, building it to one final burst that shuddered their bodies in a mutual release.

All doubt vanished, and she knew the answer to her question. As she had the first time they'd shared such intimacy in his own home and bed.

***