It was one of those nights when two people who are comfortable with each other curl up on a couch, listening to music. One of those nights when even crazed lovers take a break to be together. Peacefully. But then it started to rain.

She didn't really even notice it at first, her apartment was so very sound-proofed. But a sudden flash of lightning lighted up her windows and flowed into the darkened room. Enya! She thought. Perfect weather for Enya's music. But she was much too comfortable, lying back against Brand, comfortably nestled between his legs with her head lightly resting back on his shoulder. Much too comfortable and lazy to move.

One of his large hands was lazily trailing up and down her side, enjoying the feel of her silk nightshirt under his fingertips. She wasn't even close to being in the mood for sex, he knew, so he forcibly dragged his thoughts away from the soft skin under the silk. Skin that he loved to touch, soft and smooth, a luxury to a man who took the time to appreciate such things. His fingers trailed up to brush lightly over the gentle swell of a breast, his fingertips catching momentarily on the delicate fabric and shifting it delicately over one soft nipple. A nipple that stiffened ever so slightly at the brush of fabric over it. He noticed it of course. He always noticed such things. He didn't understand how it was possible that he still wanted her so much even after so long. With his previous lovers, the sexual attraction had always faded but with her it had intensified and grown in other directions. He couldn't understand it. Men were supposed to get bored when they were stuck with a single woman, weren't they?

The melody on the stereo changed, its tempo speeding up into a dramatic, flowing piece. Her body responded almost unconsciously to it, the muscles under his hands firming up, the fingers on his arm began to move in tandem with the music. Outside, lightning flashed again, highlighting both their bodies in silver. His hands continued to stroke her side as she watched the rain start to fall. Then suddenly without a word, she flowed off him to get to her feet. Without a word or a backward glance, she walked to the windows to look out. He watched her for a moment before rising to join her.

"You want to go play in the rain, don't you?" She smiled at that even as she continued looking out the window.

"Can't. My hair is freshly washed. I'd rather die that have to go fix it again." Brand chuckled. "Talk about bad luck. Every time I can go frolicking in the rain, nobody wants to go with me. It's so sad. Everybody I know is too grown up for that." She turned to face him, an soft light in her eyes.

"Can't you imagine kissing me in the rain?" she whispered as she wrapped her arms around him. "Then lying back to make love with the rain flowing down our faces..."

"I can imagine the ticks and the bugs and the soggy ground," he answered in mock-seriousness as he rested his chin on the top of her head. "Not to mention the farmer that stumbles across us and chases us off his land." She whacked him across the hip, making him chuckle and pull her closer.

"We'll do that someday..." he promised her softly.

She started to sway against him, moving in time to the music. Taking her lead, he drew her close and matched his body to hers. Slowly they danced in the dark, the occasional deep bass rumble rolling over their heads reminding them that outside, time still marched on. He kissed her, deeply and earnestly. Their tongues met and mingled. She tasted like Chablis, rich and full bodied. Her arms slipped up his chest and around his neck as she deepened the kiss. One of his hands slid from her waist down to shape the curve of her rear, before lightly squeezing one cheek. The last lingering strains of the melody faded away and then there was the sound of the player whirring as it switched to another CD. Then another melody began. Mysterious, heart pounding and darkly erotic. Their lips parted as she pulled back in recognition. Enigma. The memories flashed through her mind.

Another night, the same music, dancing to arouse, dancing to tempt. His body pressed against hers as they moved as one, getting wetter by the second. Her body arching back as he pressed his lips to her neck, all to the controlled eroticism of the music. Their bodies on the floor, his body between her legs. She was unbelievably wet, her panties soaked, light smudges of moisture on her thighs. He whispered into her ear how much he wanted to thrust into her as he ground his stiff shaft against her soft mound. She groaned aloud, her hips lifting up against him as she pictured it in her mind.

Clothes came off, there was no waiting. His thick penis forged into her, spreading her walls as he pressed into her. Deep, deep penetration. That sensitive void in her that the head of his penis filled and stroked. "Sadeness" started playing and then there was only instinct. They moved to the beat, ebbing and flowing with the music like two mystical creatures. Deep satisfaction in the core of her being, growing with each forceful thrust. She was so wet that there was no friction at all. All she could feel was the thickness of his head sinking deep into her, rubbing the sensitive area there, tightening up her muscles until he was moaning softly with each thrust. Her thighs strained apart, trying to let him penetrate as deep as he could. Tension mounted, muscles hummed as she entered that moment when everything froze. And released when mindless pleasure crashed down on her. She arched back, a strangled cry on her lips as her legs tightened convulsively and her sheath began to throb in hot, rhythmic pulses. He lost control then. He couldn't help it. The look on her face. A hard, deep thrust, then another and his face was a mask of pleasure-pain as his body jerked violently on hers.

He was seeing the same moment she was. She could see it in his eyes. He wanted that moment again. She could see that too. And her body was more than happy to comply. Taking his hand as they stood there by the window, she guided it up her leg, up under her nightshirt to the damp mound that waited for him. He took over with a sigh, one finger sliding under the sheer fabric to seek out her pleasure center. His finger slipped between her damp lips, spreading the wetness there as it found and lightly touched the soft bud that was half-hidden in her flesh. She sighed softly, relaxing against his body as his finger continued its delicate caresses. And the rain touched breeze continued to flow in around them from the half opened windows.

They both sank down to their knees, his hand still buried between her legs. A light mist of droplets showered their bodies from the windows beside them. Darkness wrapped around them like a familiar lover, its light touch gracing their skin with occasional shadows. She parted her legs a little more so that he could get in closer. He leant forward and nipped her right ear gently. She shuddered, her body responding with a sudden flood of moisture. The tempo of his fingers intensified, urging her to leave her relaxed mood behind. One leg lifted to open her up completely to his touch. Her arms reached and wound around his neck as they knelt, pressed up against each other. And then he shifted slightly and sank one long finger into her. She groaned, a wonderful feeling of pleasure and surprise spreading through her lower body. His finger started to slide in and out slowly, with absolutely no resistance.

"Oh God..." came a low voice in her ear. "You are so wet..." He sank his finger all the way into her again, this time with a little more force and a slight touch of possessiveness. He crooked his finger and rubbed the walls around it, searching for her sweet spot. And found it a moment later when she jerked convulsively up against him. He steadied her as he focused in on that sensitive spot. Her legs widened aggressively, spreading apart and urging him silently to move faster. He stroked her then, with increasing firmness, listening to every moan, feeling every shudder and every seductive move of her hips. Her muscles tightened, her arms locked around his neck as he pushed her a little closer to the edge. He could feel her body straining as she reached for her climax. More, a little more. Then he stopped, her fluids running down his lone finger and spreading over the back of his hand. She moaned, a slow sound of disappointment. But she knew perfectly well that the more she needed to come, the better it would be.