Poison sat back and looked at him. "Surprise, surprise." She grinned.

He twisted his neck.

"I feel out of place."

He slid his loose fitting shirt off.

"There...now I feel a like a fit in...but I'd like to see if I do fit in..."

She got the joke. He was pretty clever.

"Any more tatoos I should know about?"

Not that it mattered, she was in control.

"Around my right thigh: it's a ring of thorns. Same color, but you can touch it." Poison smiled. "I'm an ink freak."

He slid his hand down the lenght of her body and touched the thigh. Of course he couldn't feel the tatoo, but he felt something else when he went further up.

"Interesting..."

Poison blushed again. "Impatient or just curious?"

"Heh" he laughed. "Not curious...I already know whats down there...but impatient...can you really blame me?"

He moved closer and closer, until his hand was just on the outside of it. He moved it back and forth slowly.

Poison bit her lip. "Don't do that, you'll drive me insane."

"What do you want from me?"

He moved his hand back up and wiped it on his chest.

"Your body. Your love." She traced a fingernail up and down his stomach. "You?"

"Take me...I'm yours..."

He looked down at her. So beautiful. Odd, Dawn hadn't lied about one thing. He found someone right for him.

She grinned. "How about you be dominant? I don't wanna be the leader all the time." She rubbed her gands over his hips, smirking.

"But...but...fine, but if you want to take me, tell me."

He rolled over on her, and pushed into her as he did so. She didn't see it coming.

Poisin jolted and her eyes widened. 'That was unexpected...'

'Sure was' he replied back.

"You wanted me in the lead, I don't mess around."

He was fast already, not even bothering to move slowly. He couldn't help it. She was so much firmer and finer than Dawn was.

Poisin's fists clenched on the bed. 'You don't kid around at least...'