He had been on time. As always. After a whole day spent in his study, he had gone out to buy the last things for their departure.

They had the plane the next morning, and Sean had insisted on taking her out, for he didn't want her to tire and clean all the dishes and the house.

"How do I look like?" she asked then, looking at herself through the little mirror.

That evening she was wearing a short, black skirt and a diaphanous shirt on it. High heels completed the view.

"Simply beautiful." Sean grinned, eyeing her with utter interest for some moments, his gaze dwelling on her shapely legs. It was undoubted that he was enjoying the view. In fact when he leaned to kiss his Alex one of his hands settled on her thigh, and slowly moved underneath the skirt as he distracted her by placing many little kisses on her cheeks, chuckling helplessly.

"I just can't get enough of you.. the whole thing is getting really serious.."

"Oh, Sean!" she playfully scolded him, rolling her eyes.

Yet she was thrilled for he seemed still so attracted by her after three years. Many women complained about their men, saying that they were not interested in sex anymore. Alex hadn't that kind of trouble. At all.

"Do you still want to go there? For we can stay at home, I'll cook something and then I could even put together my striptease for you..."

"Sounds interesting indeed" he murmured, his mouth moving to her neck and then upward to nibble and tease her earlobe. His hand was still quite busy underneath the skirt, caressing Alex' thighs and trying to grope its way in between her legs, though said legs were in fact shut quite tightly, allowing him no chances at all to achieve his goal. No, it probably wasn't the right place for that. Any passer-by could have spotted them, it wasn't the most brilliant of ideas to engage in such activities in his car.

Sean drew back, his hand now unmoving but still in place, and stared straight at Alex for quite a while before he actually spoke.

"I don't want you to worry about the dinner" he said softly then, "Nor about the house, not tonight. I want you just for myself, and I've promised to take you out.. you know how much I hate to take back my promises, don't you?"

"I know that" Alex smiled softly at him, reaching his head with her hand, lovingly stroking his hair, without averting her eyes.

"We'll go out then. And... we could continue our conversation once at home, what do you think? Maybe if I'll overtire you, tomorrow you'll be able to sleep during the flight..."

"How considerate of you.." he smirked, struggling to hold back the urge to kiss the breath out of her.

How on earth could it be possible, to desire someone at that extent? Was it for him, he would have made passionate love to her right there in his car, without even bothering to lower the seats. There was no need, they would have managed anyway.

But.

"Let's go then."

Sean parked his car in a nearby street, for they had decided to have a quiet walk. More, there was the possibilities to meet his fans, so he wanted to be sure that the situation outside the restaurant was quiet, otherwise he would have just walked away, feigning nonchalance.

Alex took hold of his hand, digesting his words and trying not to seem jealous. But she hated those teenagers and women who jumped on him each and every time they went out. They would have done everything to bed him. To bed their favourite actor. With the little detail that his girlfriend was at his side. Well, it was not something that bothered them.

From his part, Sean had to play the good boy part. He always stopped to smile, have photos, sign autograph.

The restaurant seemed quite desert. Seemed.

Inside, a group of screaming fans was waiting for Sean.

The girls started to scream and cry, trying to reach him, while Alex was looking somewhat frightened. It had never happened to be assaulted like that.

The security intervened when it begun clear that those overexcited fans were going to hurt him. It was panic.

A moment later, a security man none too gently took hold of her arm, urging her to exit the restaurant, clearly unaware that she was Sean's girlfriend. Alex shouted, trying to catch a glimpse of her boyfriend, but it was no use.

Once outside, the bodyguards the away another group of fans, blocking the doors, leaving a fuming Alex to look at the restaurant where her Sean was quietly signing autograph, kissing cheeks and smiling softly now and then, totally forgetful of her.

It was just then that her bad temper went in charge, and she screamed in frustration, walking away.

Was he so happy with his fans? Well. He could even spend the evening alone.

She was going home.

Sean realized that Alex wasn't at his side only minutes later, when the pack of overexcited fan girls had thinned up. And she wasn't outside the restaurant, either.

Great.

The fact that she had turned off her cellular phone merely confirmed was he was already suspecting: she was indeed quite pissed off. And he wasn't willing to deal with her wrath, at all, but he would have rather just waited for her to calm down, so that they would have been able to talk quietly over the matter and make up things. Just as it was meant to be. He didn't have anything to lose after all, did he? It wasn't his fault.

After having countermanded the booking on the table he walked to his car, calling a couple of friends along the way. A beer or two wouldn't certainly hurt.

It was past midnight and Alex was still waiting for him, absentmindedly browsing through boring TV programs. Fuming.

At the beginning she had hoped to see him come home after he had noticed her absence. The fact that he still was there, had confirmed her assumptions.

He didn't give a fuck about her. And this was her love. The one she was following to New Zealand.

The one that had caused her to leave her home, her life and friends.

How could he be so insensitive?

It was a couple of hours later that Sean came home, literally dragged by his friends Daragh and Billy. The last one had driven his car there, while the other was taking an indeed quite drunk Sean home with his own car, so that they would have been able to leave without having to call a cab.

They were just trying to settle the slumberous and babbling man on the couch when Alex appeared atop the staircase, lighting the lights and still lacing her dressing gown. All three turned to look at her, nervous smiles appearing on the faces of the two men, while Sean didn't seem all that bothered at all. He was looking quite cheerful, as a matter of fact.

"Hey love" he muttered, giggling, and almost falling off the couch when the other two stood abruptly, patently worried for the wrathful expression on Alex' face.

"We couldn't just leave him there.." Daragh tried to explain, clearing his throat uneasily. "or worse let him drive."

"Thank you" she just said, trying to contain her rage. "I'll take care of him now."

Saying that, she accompanied them to the door. Once alone with Sean, she turned to look at him, arms crossed on her chest.

She was clearly disgusted from what she was seeing, and a hundreds of emotions were storming in her head.

Rage. Disappointment. Annoyance. Disgust.

Alex could have ever imagined Sean like that. He had never done that in three years, but yet he was there. Completely drunk.

The same, silly smile fixed on his face, he turned to look at her. He was literally sprawled on the couch, and giggled again as he patted the soft fabric, obviously inviting Alex to join him. But the silly smile somewhat faltered when she didn't move at all.

"Why do you look that--" he stopped for a moment, in search of the right word. "..pissed off?"

"You're drunk..." she hissed, clenching her fists. "You've totally forgot that I was with you this evening. I've waited for your for hours and I'm discovering you've spent the whole evening with your friends. Why the hell you didn't phone me?"

"Because your blasted phone was switched off" he shrugged, still smiling merrily. "And look, it is not my fault if you switched it off, now is it?. And furthermore.." another pause then, and he was suddenly serious as if he was about to say something of utter importance. "Furthermore, I am not drunk at all. I've had just a couple of beers. Maybe three."

"I was coming home!" she then said, raising her voice almost without noticing it, raged.

"I haven't gone in some sort of tavern with my friends! I haven't come home drunk! You could have fucked call at home and leave a message on this fucking answering machine! But, oh no! You are free, you give a fuck about me, don't you? Well do you know something? I give a fuck about you! And maybe tomorrow you'll take that damned flight alone!"

"Good!" Sean snapped angrily, getting unsteadily on his feet. "Just go ahead if you don't give a fuck, so maybe I'll be actually free to have a darned beer without you buggering me like I was a bloody teenager! And you know what? I've already had enough of you!"

Said that he stormed past her, doing his best to walk straight for his head was spinning, and a hell of a mighty nausea was already messing up his stomach, threatening to have him throwing up his very guts right there on the stairway. He was quick and lucky enough to reach for the bathroom in time, though.

Alex just followed him from a distance, just to make sure he didn't need her help, tears sinking from her eyes, without uttering a sound.

Then, walking to the bedroom she shared with him, wiping her tears now and then, taking her pillow and a blanket from the closet and bringing them to one of the spare bedrooms. When her bed had been arranged, the girl took hold of her baggage, locking the door at her back and throwing her bags on the floor, sitting on the bed and finally crying helplessly, trying to muffle her sounds in the pillow.

The next morning Sean was looking indeed quite grim. Whether such vicious mood was caused by lack of sleep, by his fight with Alex or by some quite wild hangover, he didn't know. He didn't care actually, he had other matters to think about. And his bags were already lined by the door when he neared Alex, who was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hands, to put her ticket carelessly on the table, trying hard to disguise the way he was actually feeling.

"I'm callin' a cab" he muttered then, giving her his back as he poured himself some of the coffee. "Do what you feel like doing."

Looking both at the man she thought was in love with her, and the ticket on the table, Alex faltered a little sighing softly and withdrawing, don't wanting neither the littlest contact with him.

She had called Gwen last night and her friend had convinced her to take that damned plane.

"I hate you" she whispered at Sean, taking her ticket and her bags and walking to the taxi, smiling at the taxi cab when the man helped her to settle her baggage on the trunk.

They didn't exchange a single word on the way to the airport. Nor during the check-in. Nor when getting on the plane.

Sean was terrified as usual, though he wasn't willing to show it at all. He wasn't going to ask her to hold his hand as she usually did, no, he was alone to cope with his fear this time. He fastened the seatbelt, trying to look absolutely aloof even when the damn plane started to move, though he was in fact clenching his teeth. His mouth was unpleasantly dry and, without really noticing, he was gripping at the armrest with both hands, with white-knuckled tightness.

Alex wasn't willing to help him, still too angry and hurt to even look at him.

Quietly putting her earphones, she turned on the radio, closing her eyes and doing her best to simply ignore him.

Once arrived, the girl didn't wait for Sean, walking to retrieve her bags and put them onto a truck, looking around with patent interest.

Porras and Osborne, who were seemingly quite fond of that sort of welcoming thing, or rather had nothing else to do, were waiting for them.

"Mr. Bean!" the younger man waved, smiling brightly as usual as he strode towards them, Osborne following at some distance. Once close enough Sean put down the bags, and shook his hand warmly.

"I am Rick Porras, and this is Barry Osborne. I suppose you'll have to deal with us for the next eighteen months."

"Oh, well" Sean shrugged, hinting a smile. "There are worse things I guess. This is Alex." he said then, nodding towards the girl who was standing at his side.

Porras nodded, leaning to offer his hand. "They told me you would be coming with her" he said then, smiling. "However they didn't tell me that she is as beautiful as you're good with your job."

Sean had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the remark.

"Thank you" Alex smiled brightly, obviously thrilled by his words, shacking his hand. "Nice to meet you Mr Porras".

After they had greeted, the two men informed them that they were waiting for another actor, a certain Karl Urban.

His plane landed only minutes later, and during them, Alex cheated cheerfully with Rick and Barry.

Then a tall and powerful man approached them. Clearly he was their man.

Alex's eyes fell on Urban, who did look quite sexy in his torn jeans and black, tight shirt. His hair were quite dark, and it underlined his azure eyes.

Karl, however, was seemingly interested in her, smiling softly as he approached the group waiting for his arrival.

Needless to say that Sean wasn't appreciating at all such undue attentions. Mostly because the man that was approaching them was at least ten years younger than him, and looked also quite fit. He couldn't really complain about himself over the matter, he was still working out thrice a week and keeping in good shape, it was the age thing to worry him the most. Urban was seemingly about Alex' same age, and obviously way too interested in her.

After a few moments of chattering with Porras and Osborne the guy whirled to look at him. In that very moment Sean couldn't help but imagine just how proper a punch in that annoyingly smiling face would have felt. He almost shivered with pleasure at the mere thought.

"Most pleased to meet you, Sean."

"So am I." he replied, the tone of his voice blank and with just a sharp undertone as he flashed the younger man a false courteous smile, shaking his hand briefly. "This is my girlfriend Alex."

"A delight to look upon." Karl commented, the smile unwavering.

Smiling back, Alex gave him her hand, and somewhat blushed when he kissed it softly.

"It's a pleasure. I think I've seen you in Xena. In Italy it's a quite famous series...."

She had noticed Sean's annoyance, but it was not something she cared about.

After what he had done the day before, she did neither know what the hell was she doing in New Zealand. He had totally forgotten her, going out with his friends and coming home completely drunk. Furthermore, his words had hurt her. This time she wasn't willing to forgive him so easily. This time he had to understand that she wasn't willing to wait for him.

In the car Sean didn't utter a single word. He merely stared at the landscape running out of the car glass, wishing almost desperately that he had some plugs to put in his ears. Or that Porras had a damn car stereo, so that he could have tried to concentrate on the music instead than on the conversation going on between Alex and Urban.

When they eventually reached the camp he dismounted quietly, though, and seemingly aloof. He didn't want to give that satisfaction to the young bugger. Never. He was in serious need to have a word or two with Alex, anyway.

Once out of the car Karl glanced at Sean as he walked, or better strode to his trailer in between Porras and Osborne. Jesus, the man seemed pissed. Or at least indeed quite vexed, no doubt.

"Is he always that.. friendly?"

"He's just stubborn" Alex told him quietly. "And believe me, it's not easy to cope with him sometimes..."

Then she told to Karl that maybe they would have seen that evening to have a beer.

Carrying her bags inside the trailer, the girl did neither glance at Sean, opening one of her suitcases to take her bathrobe and perfumed soap, in need to have a shower.

"You were doing a wee of a winking for an engaged woman." Sean muttered without looking at her, busy taking his clothes out of a bag to put them in the closet.

"At least try to be a little less blatant next time, it's really quite annoying."

"I am not engaged" she just answered quietly, turning to exit the room. "And what is it to you? What? You think about me only if someone else find I'm interesting and beautiful. Otherwise I'm but a trouble to you. I don't even know why I've come there. Maybe I was just thinking you were worth of it... What a fool..."

Said that, she walked to the bathroom, not suffering even his presence and these grim and spiteful glances.

Once there, she just locked the door, planning to have a hot shower and trying to recollect her thoughts.

It was time to get on that plane again.

Once finished with his bags Sean took his cellular phone and exited the trailer, more than sure that spending some time apart would do only good to them. And he was tired of all that brawling. He couldn't get any more.

Alex was sitting on the couch when she heard someone approach the trailer. It was almost lunch time, but she wasn't hungry.

She was reading an horror book she had taken from home, her legs bent under her, her feet naked.

In their room, her bags were still unsettled, for she was still trying to understand what to do.

Was she willing to stay or call to the airport and reserve a seat on next flight?

She didn't know. Her heart was heavy and she was way too confused to decide right now.

The door of the trailer opened slightly. Some moments later a single, white rose was hesitantly threaded inside.

"I come in peace" said Sean's voice from outside, "Rip the poor flower in pieces if you're still mad at me, so that I can piss right off without any permanent damage to my old and scruffy self."

Alex' eyebrow arched almost of his own will, and she tilted her head on a side to have a better view of the scene.

"I've never been the violent one" she told quietly, sighing softly. "So you can enter now. And give some water to the poor flower. I think you've scared it to death.."

"Have I?" he inquired with a smirk, peering inside and glancing at Alex first, then at the flower. "Seems pretty aloof to me.. but how's the situation up there? Will you cut off my tongue if I'll be so daring to try and kiss you?"

"Yes!" she replied in a gruff tone, folding her arms on her chest. Then she sighed deeply shaking her head.

"Don't even try to do it, Sean. I know what are you up to. But you can't do it this time. Not now. We can't just pretend that it hasn't happened. I am not able to do it. And maybe I'm still...hurt...I don't know..."

All of a sudden Sean looked utterly serious. He climbed inside the trailer, closing the door, and set the rose on the table before he went to sit next to Alex.

"I was meaning just a kiss" he said softly then, bringing a hand to her face and caressing her cheek tenderly. "A make up kiss, nothing more. Will you ever forgive me for being an old and sullen nuisance? Will you, love?"

"I don't know, Sean" she just whispered, averting her eyes and sighing softly.

Her head was still confused and yet the only thing that was clear was that she loved him.

"Are you tired of me? I-I need to know it. I've thought a lot about that and...You've always said that it had been Melanie to change. But...what if it's you? What if unconsciously you try to mess up everything when things are becoming serious? For...it's what you're doing with me. Messing up everything..."

"But--" he began, stopping for a moment in order to gather his thoughts, obviously taken aback. Of all things, he wasn't expecting that. "But I love you.. I do, I'm not tired of you and I'm certainly not trying to mess up things between us.. Jesus Alex, how can you even consider such a thing? Have I really been that awful towards you?"

"Maybe you aren't doing it on purpose..." she just said, looking away and sighing again.

God. It was difficult. Possibly it was even worse of what she was expecting.

Were they meant to be together? If yes, why were they always fighting?

"Of course I am not doing it on purpose.." he murmured, lowering his gaze. He ran a hand through his face and hair, taking a deep breath. He had to stay calm.

So easy to say, when in fact he was already panicking. She wasn't trying to dump him, was she?

Of course she wasn't. She wouldn't have followed him to New Zealand if she was.

What was all the fuss about then? Alright, he had been an asshole to go out drinking with his friends without informing her. He should have at least left a damn message in the answering machine after finding out that her cellular phone was switched off. She was absolutely right about that. But how on earth could that make her think that he didn't care about her and about their relationship?

"I am just a little tense, that's all" he eventually found the courage to mumble, still staring at the ground. "It has nothing to do with you, it's not because of you.. I'm just afraid to waste this chance to.. to give a real turn to my career or.. whatever.. I don't know. I only know that I don't want to lose you."

"I was about to take a flight home" she informed him with a strangely sad voice. "You...you told me that you've had enough of me and yesterday morning you acted as if it was not of major importance my presence with you. When you gave me that ticket...well I've been tempted to rip it. I didn't want to follow you, for it was as if I didn't recognize you as my Sean. I've remembered the old times and finally I've decided to come. But even this morning...I wanted to go home. To my home. In Italy... For-for I don't like to ceaselessly fight with you...I don't like it, even if I love you..."

"I love you, too" Sean replied softly, and for some moments he wasn't able to say anything else. He only needed to hug her. And to be hugged in return, to be somehow reassured that she wasn't going to leave him.

"Your presence here is actually of major importance" he added then, finally turning his head to look straight at her. "I wouldn't have come without you. Sometimes I'm just too proud and mindless to admit how much you really mean to me, but I was.. like holding my breath when I gave you that damn ticket, just hoping that you were going to come with me. I can't be without you Alex, I just can't.."

No, he wasn't going to cry. He was a grown man dammit, and thus not supposed to snivel like a sissy. Yet his eyes were stinging terribly, his view blurring. But instead than struggling to fight back the tears he took Alex' hand into his, bringing it to his face and rubbing his cheek tenderly against its back, all the while staring longingly at his lover.

"Why do we always have to fight?" she murmured then, holding her breath for a moment.

When she released it, she finally surrendered to her instinct. And she hugged him tightly, closing her eyes and inhaling his familiar scent.

"Why do we have to hurt each other like that?"

"Because we are equally stubborn.." Sean murmured in return, his hands slowly caressing her back. "Or maybe because we are too much in love.. scares me to death sometimes. The mere thought of losing you scares me, I don't know what I'd do.."

"But we can't go on like that, Sean" she sighed softly, resting her head on his shoulder. "We can't... it will be over soon if we keep going like that...and you would not be concentrated on your work..."

"Well, anyway I won't be working at all for at least a few days" he replied, a small smile curving his lips. "Thus I fear that you'll have to bear with me night and day.. for I won't leave your side, not for a second. And I swear that I'll rightfully kick the youngling's arse if he'll try anything on you."

"Who?" Alex grinned, somewhat surprised by his words, retreating just to look in his eyes.

"Karl? But...are you serious? Yeah, ok, he's pretty good but... I would never do such a thing! Oh, c'mon Sean! You should know it!"

"Mmm?" Sean hummed resentfully, doing his best to look offended. Most probably Alex didn't know how insecure he was actually feeling over said matter. No, indeed she didn't. "How was that 'pretty good' line again? And I didn't say that you could try something, I was talking about him."

"He will not try something" she said quietly.

"I haven't given him any chances. He knows I'm your girlfriend. And beside that...you know that I love you. There's no one else in my life. Just...you. You're everything I could desire. And I won't search for someone else..."

"Yet you won't concede me a well deserved make up kiss..." he said, a little reassured by her words and struggling to hold back a mischievous grin. "And that could be dangerous indeed. I could decide to get my revenge by kissing you breathless right in front of the annoyingly hunky youngling."

"I said that I won't kiss you before we had talked about our fight" Alex said, grinning, and brushing her lips on his.

"But now we've talked, so... what are you waiting for? C'mon blockhead...kiss me..."

"How can you manage to be so damn tempting even when you call me names?" Sean whispered, smiling as he nibbled at her lower lip, and then brushed the tip of his tongue enticingly all over it to soothe the mild pain.

"I love you.. even if I'm but a blockhead to you."

"Mmm...well, blockhead...I'll say that you're almost always damned sexy... and I love you too..." she purred against his lips, before to pull him even closer and kiss the breath out of him. Tasting. Caressing. Teasing each and every corner of his mouth.

Matching perfectly her intensity Sean pulled her even closer, one of his hands reaching to stroke her hair while the other arm was still wound around her slender waist. They kissed like that for quite a while, Sean breaking off once in a while only to suck her tongue suggestively into his mouth, until the whole thing became indeed uncomfortable for him. Reaching for his crotch to unzip his jeans would have probably been a little too rushed, especially after the bad fight they'd just been through. He merely shifted his position a couple of times, suspecting that Alex was quite unaware of the true reason of such restlessness, until he eventually had to draw back and break the kiss, panting softly and slightly flushed.

Smiling softly, Alex looked longingly in his eyes before to lower her gaze to his lower regions, her smile turning in a grin.

Without a word, the girl stood, tending her hand to him and squeezing it lightly in hers, walking quietly to the bedroom.

It was almost all forgot for her. Sure, there will always been scars after that bad fight, but she wasn't willing to give up and leave him.

Sitting on the bed, she looked up at him, smiling again.

After what had happened, it was as if they were making love for the first time. And she liked it. She wanted it to be perfect. Passionate. Lovingly. Tender.

Sean smiled in return, taking her face in his hands with the utmost gentleness, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs as he stared intently in her eyes, without moving at all. He would have said that she was beautiful, more beautiful than any other woman he'd ever known, but he didn't. Not because he didn't mean it. It was just too sweet to ruin it with words.

Without letting go of Alex' face he sat at her side, and slowly neared her to kiss her again, softly this time, no hurry at all. His hands slid down while he was still kissing her, nimble fingers brushing a trail down her neck, alongside her arms, eventually settling at her waist to untuck her shirt. Then such hands slid underneath the fabric to caress her sides, stomach, back. With no hurry at all.

To feel him touch her caused Alex to softly gasp at the beginning, relaxing straightaway.

While he was still touching her, the girl traced a moist path with her tongue to his chin, gently nibbling at him before to continue to his neck, alternating soft bites and hot licks with the tip of her tongue.

Her hands began to caress his skin underneath his shirt, reaching for his nipples. Massaging and teasing until she felt them erected under her fingers.

A soft moan escaped from him then, and while one of his hands was reaching to undo her bra the other left her skin. The rambling hand then hastily unbuckled Sean's belt and lowered the zipper of his jeans, eliciting a quite relieved sigh from its owner.

"Forgive me.." he whispered with a grin, "It was killing me."

Alex' brassiere was undone then, and he was slipping off her shirt, ducking to kiss her neck and shoulders while the piece of underwear was removed as well.

Said girl was looking quite amazed by his behaviour. He was always so passionate that sometimes she forgot how good it felt to just caress each other for a while, as if trying to delay the end.

"I love you" she whispered at his ear, while kissing and nibbling at it. "And I've nothing to forgive you. I want you to undress. I'm craving to feel your skin against mine..."

"I want you to undress me" he whispered back, taking advantage of the situation to kiss and lick the side of her neck, while unzipping her jeans and shuddering helplessly against her. "May I return the favour?"

"Sure you can" she whispered softly, raising her hips to help him slid down her jeans and panties, while she tugged at his shirt, smiling triumphantly when she tossed it aside, passing her hands on his naked chest, looking longingly in his green eyes.

"God, Sean... you're so beautiful...so beautiful and...just for me..."

He closed his eyes for some moments, both such words and her caresses causing a long shiver to run down his spine, making him almost moan aloud with anticipation. Used like he was to just let his desire take control over him, he had to admit that it was quite good. He was sure that all that teasing would have driven him mad within minutes, but that was a mere side effect if compared to the fiery tension that was slowly building in his lower belly, increasing with every caress and every word.

"Yours." he whispered, "Yours just like you are mine."

"Lay down" she then commanded, pressing her hand on his chest to mark her words.

Then she removed his shoes, jeans and boxers, looking longingly at that glorious body.

Hers. Just hers.

"I love you..." she whispered, laying down on his body, shivering when their skins rubbed together, putting each hand on a side of his head and smiling softly.

Yes, he thought, almost undone by the feel of her skin, soft and burning against his. His eyes closed and his back arched slightly, craving for a more intimate contact. Without noticing he was gripping at the sheets, his mouth searching for Alex', claiming it for a fierce kiss as the last remnants of his self control slipped away from him, no matter how hard he tried to take it slow.

"I beg of you.." he panted, stopping halfway to kiss her again, "do.. something.. anything.."

Still kissing him, Alex lowered herself on his erection, with excruciating slowness, stopping only when she felt him all the way inside.

It was beautiful. Beautiful to have the time to think that her man, the one she loved, was completely buried inside of her. Their bodies had become one. And she craved to feel him always like that.

Yet, she was unmoving, relishing just the sensation of Sean filling her.

He didn't move at all, either, though it was taking him a bit of an effort to remain completely still. He was just staring at her, green eyes half closed and breath coming in soft, erratic pants as his hands roamed slowly all over her back.

And it was well worth. Just having the chance to really savour the magical moment, to see the look, that look in her eyes, was well worth. He was so overwrought that when she moved slightly to adjust her position he had to hold his breath and clench his teeth, imposing himself not to move yet. She was in charge. She was the one to decide.

Alex was thinking to what she was planning to do from quite a while.

She had never done it with him, for she was even somewhat afraid of his reaction. It was something different. Pleasurably different. And she missed it sometimes.

It was time to try and see if he liked it.

Shifting her position, the girl settled his shaft at her anal opening. It was well lubricated with her juices, and its tip penetrated her easily.

But still she wasn't moving, looking intensely at him and waiting for his assent.

Sean's eyes were now wide open with astonishment, and still staring at her. He considered briefly to ask her if she had ever done that before, but since she seemed to know well enough what she was doing, he didn't bother to ask. And indeed he recovered quickly from the surprise, too. He put a hand behind her neck, pulling her face so close to his that their lips were almost touching, a small grin on his face.

"Do you need me to ready you?" he whispered in between a kiss and a bite, his free hand settling firmly at the small of her back.

"I'm ready" she whispered back, clearly thrilled for she couldn't find any traces of recrimination or disgust on his face.

"Just let me take care of the business. Take it slow at the beginning, so I'll be able to relax and... you will be in before you could even register it.."

"I won't move at all" Sean said softly as to reassure her, just before he closed his lips over Alex' again. He slipped the tip of his tongue into her mouth teasingly, searching for hers, as both his hands settled at her waist, caressing her sides and then sliding slowly to her buttocks, without trying to push her down or anything, just caressing every inch of her skin.

That kiss helped her to relax, and slowly, so slowly, his shaft began to enter her, slipping easily into the tight opening.

Alex couldn't help but smile. She had never felt so ready to do it. And never she had been so relaxed and so soon.

Closing her eyes to the wonderful friction, she hissed softly in pleasure, gripping the sheets and imposing herself to take it slow. At least at the beginning.

When she had somewhat calmed, Alex settled a slow pace, propping with one hand on Sean's chest, her head thrown back , exposing her breasts even more.

What Sean saw when he opened his eyes was almost enough to undo him right away. Beautiful. That's what she was. No other word could have described such a sight. She was all he had ever dreamed of. And splendid was the overwhelming pleasure that his Alex was giving him, leaving him breathless every time she lowered herself onto him, taking him in to the hilt, his fingers digging on her skin as he held her tight by the waist.

As he started to match her movements and the pace increased, little by little, Sean was feeling like his whole body was on fire. He was shuddering fiercely, panting hard, biting down at his lower lip whenever a louder moan threatened to burst from the back of his throat. It was almost painfully intense, yet he craved more.

"Harder" he managed to pant, thrusting his hips upwards with even more vigour, staring almost challengingly at her. "Shag me harder if you dare.. I want to see you undone."

Alex answer was a loud moan of combined pleasure at both his words and his thrusts.

Closing her eyes she started to ride him almost wildly, her nails raking his skin and her hair plastered to her forehead damp with sweat.

The tension in her lower belly was growing even more, and all of a sudden it burst in a glorious orgasm that hit her hard.

She was trembling and shaking helplessly, due to the intensity of those emotions, riding her pleasure spasm after spasm.

Beneath her, Sean fared no better. He was still panting and moaning softly once in a while, covered with sweat, his arms wound tightly around her shoulders and one of his hands stroking idly her back and hair.

"Bugger me.." he muttered breathlessly after a while, ducking his head to glance at her. "I would have done this myself quite a while ago if I only knew.."

"I thought you..." she began, uneasily clearing her throat. "Where I lived...girls were considered sluts if they did...this. And I thought that maybe you would have considered me...some sort of an easygoing girl if I would have told you that I like it..."

"Nonsense." he smiled, kissing her forehead affectionately, and tightening the embrace at the same time. "I can only be glad to know that you like it, honestly. And I must confess that I--I've been thinking about it for a while, actually.. I didn't know how to ask.."

"Yeah?" she grinned, lovingly caressing his cheeks.

"Well next time we'll have to tell it straightaway. I don't want to run wild only if we would have another fight. I don't want to fight anymore blockhead..."

"I don't, either." he grinned back, quite mischievously indeed. "And you know.. I think I like you quite a lot when you get that wild" he added after some moments, the grin widening.

"Do you?" she asked, grinning back and softly kissing the tip of his nose.

Just then, someone knocked at the trailer's door, and Alex hurried to put on her dresses, trying to settle her hair while stalking to open.

"Yes?"

"I am Fiona Atkinson, nice to meet you" the lithe girl smiled, tending her hand to Alex. She couldn't help but look at her with wide eyes. Bean wasn't blind, that's for sure. This was the most beautiful girl she had ever met. A model, maybe.

"Alessandra, Corsi. Nice to meet you, too" Alex smiled back, shaking her hand and looking quizzically at her.

"Well I'm there to help Peter Jackson. I've arrived a few days ago and me and the others were planning to have a dinner tonight, just to know each other better. What do you think, will you and Sean come with us?" Fiona asked politely. She had noticed her Italian surname. And she was quite curious about her. Maybe at the dinner they would have the possibility to know each other better.

"Yes, I'd like to come but I should talk to Sean and ask him, too..." Alex nodded.

"Ok, listen" Fiona said, fumbling in her pocket in search of a piece of paper. When she found it, she scratched the restaurant's address, handing it to Alessandra. "This is the address. We'll be there at about nine o'clock this evening. I'll look forward to see you!"

"Thank you. Bye" Alex smiled, closing the door and walking to the bedroom, where Sean was still sprawled on the bed, the sheets covering just the lower part of his body.

"Who was that?" he asked, propping on his elbows and eyeing her curiously when she handed him the piece of paper. "The White House restaurant" he read, smirking when their gazes met again. "So we're going out for dinner, I suppose?"

"Yes" she grinned leaning to kiss his forehead. "It was a girl. Fiona. She's helping Jackson. She said that there will be all the crew and we could met the other guys. They'll be there at nine. But we still have to rent a car..."

"We've got the whole afternoon for that" Sean replied, pushing the sheets aside and stretching lazily. "How 'bout a nice shower? Then we'll most definitely eat something for I'm starving, rent the car, have a nice tour of the city and catch up with the others at the restaurant. Sounds good to you?"