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He moaned, more fully this time, kissing her back. He arched his back as she ran her hands down his chest, practically purring with happiness, taking her sensual move as an invitation to slide his hands into her shirt, running his fingers over the warm, smooth skin of her bare back beneath her shirt. He pulled his lips from hers only long enough to whisper "Just tell me when I've gone too far." Sure, most of his thoughts were mush, but he still remembered a bit about being a gentleman.

He chuckled against her lips before giving her a searing kiss, his hands running up her back to fiddle with her bra strap, taunting her as he pushed her chest against his.

He hissed, then groaned as she raked her nails down his back, punishing her by undoing her bra. He slid his hands out of her shirt and flipped her onto her back on the floor, holding himself up over her with a hand on either side of her head, trapping her beneath him. "We probably ought to stop." He said matter-of-factly, with no intention of doing so until she did. She was the naughty bad-girl. Let her decide when it was too much. She was also a teenager. A minor. He was an adult man. He pushed the small voice of reason out of his mind, studying her face almost hungrily from his place on top of her, his breathing still heavy and his hands and lips still itching to touch her.

He moaned with pleasure as she pulled him down and kissed him so hard it almost hurt. Not even bothering to hold himself up, he moved his hands to her hair, allowing himself to lay on her. He pulled her hair from its bun, then ran his fingers through the loosened locks, his fingers massaging her scalp. When the kiss was broken he moved to kiss her cheek, still breathless, then her neck, kissing the soft, sensitive flesh hungrily. His hands slid down beneath her, forcing her to arch her back and press her chest to his. He tried to make her moan with delight.

Allen chuckled triumphantly, moving to kiss her throat as she moaned. "I thought you said you didn't want to get pregnant." He teased her as she began to unbutton his overshirt, revealing the form-fitting muscle shirt beneath. He shifted so that he was again holding himself up over her with a hand on either side of her head, his eyes twinkling as he smiled down at her. "We're going to get into so much trouble for this." He commented, his voice thick with pleasure. He couldn't care less. His mind -and body- was too stuck on the present to care about the future.

With the look of worry in her eyes, reality came crashing back down onto Allen's shoulders. Had he really just been making out with a seventeen-year-old he'd only known for a single day? He crawled off of her, eyes wide as he realized what he'd just been doing. He could get sued for sexual assault of a minor for this. He was a lawyer (almost). He knew. Cases like this happened all the time. It was always a bad ending for the older man. He covered his lips with his hand, numb with surprise. One kiss, and the next thing he knew, he was on top of her on the floor. If he hadn't stopped, how far would they have gone? She didn't seem to care.

"I can." He moaned hopelessly, getting shakily to his feet. "I could get in a lot of trouble for this. Are you alright? I...I can't believe I..." He was in awe of how much control he'd lost over himself, and how much he'd enjoyed it. Flushed and shaking, only two buttons of his shirt done up and his clothing and hair rumpled, he was surprisingly handsome in his distress.

She looked so helpless and upset. Allen felt like a monster. He barely heard her words, and when they finally sunk in all he could say was a pitiful, broken, "I..." He could feel her eyes on his chest. The temptation to pull her into his arms and let her put her hands and lips there as well was too great. Why did it have to feel so good to be bad?!

"I..." He could think of nothing but her. Now his eyes, too, had wandered to her chest. He tensed, fighting the urge to pull her into his arms. It was too cold without her against him. He felt empty without her lips and hands on him, and it was all he could do to keep his own hands clenched fists at his sides.

He tore his gaze from her chest, from her completely, terrified of what would happen if he were to meet her eyes. "I'm sorry, Shade." He gasped, burying his face in his hands and running from the store. He had to get away!

He'd run quite a ways by the time he finally stumbled and allowed himself to collapse from exhaustion. It was afternoon, according to his watch, but outside it was still as white as it had been all day. This blizzard wasn't letting up anytime soon. How long would he be stuck here? His breathing and pulse were returning to normal, slowly but surely as he distracted his mind from her. He sat back on his legs, kneeling on the floor now as he stared almost wistfully at the glass doors before him. Remembering his unbouttoned shirt, he moved shaky hands to do the buttins back up, wincing as his thoughts returned to his. Here by the doors it was cold, cold enough for the hairs on his arms and legs to be standing on end. Then doors were protecting them, but the cold was still seeping through. He could only hope that the shop they'd chosen to sleep in would be stay warm. At least there would be enough blankets...