AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, guys! It's been years since I started this fic. I've gone back and edited the old chapters to clean them up a bit. Hopefully they read more smoothly now.

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In the days that followed his move, Justin had his hands full with curious townsfolk. Annabelle often saw them flocking to the newcomer on her walks home. That particular day, the weather was beautiful. Justin sat amongst a group, about to partake in some snacks that had been prepared for a picnic. Just Annabelle's luck, a guest who had arrived late walked past her on their way to the event.

"Afternoon, Mayor!" They greeted her in passing. "Are you enjoying your day?"

Everyone at the picnic followed the sound of their guests voice, spotting the Mayor.

"My day is fine…thank you for asking." She answered, simply. "I'll be going now."

"Wait! Join us! There's plenty to eat."

"That's really fine…I have something waiting for me at home."

Everyone encouraged her to stay and feeling put on the spot, Annabelle reluctantly complied with their wishes. At the picnic table, Justin scooted over to make room for her. It was the only seat left.

"I made apple pie and peach cobbler, everyone help yourselves."

Picking at a slice of apple pie, Annabelle kept to herself. A curled knuckle brushed her knee under the table. Mid-bite, she paused and slowly shifted her eyes towards the perpetrator. The fork was still in her mouth.

"Mayor! For our next town project could we build more picnic tables?" Someone suddenly asked. "This table is cramped and more people want to start coming to the picnics."

"I think more tables would be a great idea, actually." Annabelle scooted a bit away from Justin. "We can start tomorrow."

Whilst everyone chatted amongst each other, Annabelle passive aggressively worked at her dessert. Out of nowhere everyone at the table yelled out in awe as a big butterfly fluttered by in the distance.

Apparently, it was rare.

"I wanna catch it!"

"No, me!"

Cutlery and plates clattered, abandoned in search of an insect. Rolling her eyes to herself, Annabelle muttered under her breath.

"All that over a stupid bug."

"It's worth a lot of money on the market." Justin chimed in.

"Whatever."

Leaning in despite Annabelle bristling, Justin hovered outside the shell of her ear.

"You look beautiful, you know." He told her lowly. "I'm really liking this professional look on you."

"Touch my leg under the table again and I'm punching you in the throat."

"You're odd. You're all over me one night and suddenly you can't be bothered to humor me."

"Key words: One Night."

Although presenting herself as cold, Annabelle felt a little hot under the collar. Justin's body pressed so closely to hers dug up some vivid memories from days prior. Keeping her eyes down, she flushed.

"Could you move over? You're right on top of me it feels like."

"I'm definitely not on top of you."

Either incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid, Justin leaned back in towards her ear.

"If I were…you'd like it." A soft puff of air passed Justin's lips, sending pleasure shivers up Annabelle's spine. "Like last time."

Whatever physical retaliation that was going to come Justin's way was interrupted by the sound of people coming back. Stewing to herself, Annabelle remained passive.

"It get away on you guys?" Justin questioned the group as they returned with disappointment.

"It did, yeah…" One answered him, glumly.

"It happens. Chin up, you know?"

Under the table, Justin's hand rested on Annabelle's knee. Stroking upwards along her thigh, making it to the hem of her skirt. He crept underneath, getting closer to her-

"Mayor, are you alright?"

"...why do you ask?"

"You're flush. Do you need a glass of water?"

Pushing his luck, Justin brushed the front of Annabelle's panties with one finger. Annabelle bolted up straight, much to everyone's shock.

"E-Excuse me...I need to go."

Thanking the group for their hospitality, Annabelle excused herself. At home she slammed the door behind herself and got to her bed as quickly as her legs could carry her. Reaching down under her skirt, she followed the same path Justin's fingers had been venturing.

She slipped her hand down the front of her panties. Pleasured groans passed her lips, fingers rubbing at herself insistently. Reaching climax with little effort, Annabelle's hips arched up off the bed in the wake of her orgasm.

While her afterglow should have been delightful with relief, she was instead aggravated. He had a physical effect on her. That couldn't do. That couldn't do at all.

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Leaving her home early the next morning to run some errands, Annabelle held a list in hand. Groceries were picked up, a payment was made towards her home and new shoes pantyhose were bought.

"I hate when these tear, Kicks. I feel like I'm always buying them." She told the sales clerk, placing a few packs of pantyhose at the checkout.

"You're good for business." He joked back to her. "Much appreciated."

Bagging up her purchases, Kicks sent her on her way with a smile. Passing residents saw Annabelle with her hands full, kindheartedly offering to help her carry her bags home. As was her nature, she declined, determined to do it herself.

"Hey! You've got a lot there." Another person called out to her. "Need a hand?"

"I'm fine, Justin. Mind your business."

"I'm just looking to help…don't be like that."

Seated at the foot of a tree by the river, under the shade of its branches, the brunette had a fishing pole in hand.

"Fishing sucks today. No bites."

"Find something else to do then." Annabelle retorted, immediately regretting the words as she said them because Justin's green eyes lit up.

"Someone planted banana trees down at the beach. The fruits ready to be picked." He offered. "Wanna go get some?"

"Not really."

"Don't you like bananas?"

"Yes, I like bananas."

Getting up from the ground, Justin slung his fishing pole over his shoulder.

"Let's go then. Fresh fruit is good for you. Keeps the doctor away and whatever." He reasoned. "You've got an important job, gotta stay healthy."

"Are you going to molest me, again?" Annabelle accused him, flatly.

With a cheeky grin, Justin contemplated his answer.

"Not unless you want me to."

Deep deep down, Annabelle admitted to herself it wasn't the worst thing that could happen. She had to act like it was though.

"Don't." She told him. "I mean it."

"Alright, alright…"

Humoring him mostly because she actually did like the sweet yellow fruit growing amongst the palm trees, Annabelle excused herself to drop her bags off at home before going to get some. The beach was barren that morning. The older gentleman who sailed the boat back and forth between town and the island wasn't there.

"He must be on the island, still." Justin mused aloud, approaching a tree with ripe yellow bunches. "This tree looks good. We can pick from this one to start."

Quietly, Annabelle inspected the tree. Spotting a bunch she wanted, she leaned up on her toes to reach for it. Only, her short stature worked against her.

"Need help?"

"I do, actually. Yeah."

Thinking Justin was going to reach up and grab the fruit for her, she wasn't prepared for when he picked her up without warning.

"W-What are you doing? Put me down!"

"Grab it. You wanted help, didn't you?"

Quickly grabbing what she wanted, Annabelle cleared her throat as she was placed back on her feet.

"Thanks." She told him from obligation rather than actual gratitude. "But, don't do that again."

"I was helping you. Lighten up. You're so serious all the time."

Tucking her fruit away, Annabelle ignored his comment. Not easily deterred, Justin pried.

"Why is that?" He elaborated. "…I know there's another side to you."

"Stop bringing that up."

"See? Right there. Why are you like that?"

Looking around to ensure no one had arrived on site, Annabelle looked Justin in the face.

"I have appearances to keep. I can't mix work and pleasure…this town is too small."

"Uh, I don't think anyone here really cares whether you're professional all the time." He reasoned. "I've only been here a few days and from what I can see, everyone wants you to open up. They're always reaching out to you and you kind of run off whenever you can."

Acknowledging that he was right with just a slight nod, Annabelle averted her gaze out over the ocean.

"If you push people away all the time, you're not really living."

"To who's standards? Yours? I'm happy the way I am."

"Are you though?"

"Yes. I literally just said that."

A look of pondering crossed Justin's face. Something close to realization passed his features and Annabelle defensively leaned away as if he could see right through her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"…do you push me away because of your job?"

"Does it matter? If I push you away, then I push you away. It shouldn't matter why."

Thoughtfully, Justin disagreed.

"I think it matters. If you're just worried about what people think of you, I don't see why you can't loosen up behind closed doors."

"I'm not having this conversation with you. Okay?"

"Would you have it with me at your place? Maybe past dark when no one's around to see me come over?"

Actually considering it, Annabelle paused. Justin got in closer, coaxing her along with a low murmur.

"No one has to know." He promised. "I'm not looking to mess anything up for you."

"…come by at eight. If that's what you want." Annabelle was quick to add.

"Is it what you want?"

"I don't know. We'll see what happens."

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Nightfall blanketed the town, Annabelle dressed down in pajamas shorts and short sleeved shirt. Hair tied back in a ponytail, she paced back and forth awaiting a knock at her door. When it happened, she jumped.

"Coming…hold on."

Straightening herself up, she went to let her arrival in. She didn't expect him to be holding a flower and piece of candy.

"Evening. These are for you." Justin held out the pink rose and orange foil-wrapped treat.

"T-Thanks, you didn't have to do that…oh, come in! Before someone sees you."

Pulling Justin in by the wrist, Annabelle shut the door and locked it. Her curtains were drawn closed, giving the two complete privacy.

"I'll take these. This flower needs a glass of water. Sit down wherever."

Sitting down on a nearby loveseat, Justin watched as Annabelle filled a glass with water and put her rose in it. The piece of candy sat on the table next to it.

"No one saw you walking here, did they?"

"Doubt it. Your house is the farthest away from everyone."

"I like it that way."

Justin chuckled.

"We went over that."

"We did, didn't we?"

Patting the empty spot next to him, Justin urged her over. Going to sit next to him, she pulled her legs up on to the cushions, folding them to the side.

"Nice and casual, I see." Reaching out to touch her cotton shorts, Justin appraised the look. "I like it."

"My favorite part of being home is not having to wear all that stuff."

"I love your office look, too… but it's nice to see you with your guard down."

Relaxed, Annabelle's body language showed it. She lounged casually, resting an arm along the back of the loveseat.

"Am I really that unapproachable?"

"It's kind of scary how unapproachable you are."

"Yet, you followed me around."

"What can I say? I like you...even if you're mean to me."

An uncharacteristic laugh ripped from Annabelle. Justin blinked, a little taken back by it before smiling.

"I am kind of mean to you, aren't I?"

"The meanest. Won't lie, kind of turned me on when you played hard to get."

Justin ran his hand over her bare leg, caressing upwards towards her hip. .

"Hard to get?" She repeated. "I wasn't playing."

"Let me have my fantasy."

"Whatever makes you happy."

Boldly inviting himself in for a kiss, Justin pressed his lips to hers. Annabelle kissed him back. Moments passed before Justin's hands began moving. He gently squeezed at her chest.

"No bra?"

"I'm home. Should I put one on?"

"Hell no."

From over her shirt, Justin rubbed at her nipples. Annabelle felt herself getting wet from his touch while his tongue slipped past hers. Squeezing her thighs together with her arousal, she shuddered as his hands slipped under her shirt to touch at her skin directly.

Justin began pinching at her stiffened nipples, playing with the sensitive peaks. He groaned to himself at the sight of Annabelle squirming under his touch, clearly getting worked up. The shrill sound of ringtone cut through the house, interrupting the moment.

"Give me a sec to check who that is."

"Go ahead."

Fishing in to her back pocket, Annabelle retrieved her cellphone.

"It's Sam."

"You going to pick it up?"

"Um…I think I'll let it go to voicemail just this once."

More interested in the man with her, she put the phone aside. Justin kissed at her neck, approvingly.

"I want you so bad…I can't stop thinking about it."

"Take me upstairs then."

Annabelle had simply meant to follow her there but Justin took the invitation for what it was worth and hefted her up in to his arms. He carried her up the small staircase, bringing Annabelle to bed and placing her along the bed sheets. He undressed her with no resistance. He then stripped himself of his shirt.

"You're so much hotter than your friend."

"Sam's cute…" Annabelle defended.

"She is. She's not you though."

Parting her legs with a hand at each knee, Justin leaned down. Wet heat lashed out between her legs. Justin ran the flat of his tongue over her clitoris. He swirled his tongue there, satisfied at the near pitiful whine Annabelle gave from above his head.

"Oh, that feels so good…ah."

Twinging her fingers in his hair, she held his head close as he serviced her. Downstairs, Annabelle's phone began ringing again but she ignored it. Justin brought two fingers to her entrance, sliding them in and out, making the woman underneath him writhe.

"Shit…shit, I'm close." She warned, arching her pelvis up in to his mouth. "That's it, right there. Just like that!"

Squirming in anticipation, Annabelle frantically instructed Justin how to finish her off. Following her instructions, Justin led Annabelle to the edge and she crossed the threshold. Crying out with her climax, she tightened her fingers in his hair before going lax and letting him go. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You didn't whimper like that for your friend." Undoing his pants, Justin let them drop and kicked them aside. "I'm flattered."

Climbing over her bare, he brought his hips between Annabelle's spread thighs. Pressing inside of her, he grasped at the sheets above her head.

"You're so wet." He moaned, savoring the wet, silky heat enveloping his cock. "And tight. Damn, Annie."

Thrusting in to her, Justin kept a moderate pace. Annabelle reached up, squeezing at his shoulders, lips parted and panting laboredly.

"I want it harder. Give it to me harder."

Justin followed orders, jamming himself up it to her with vigor. His girth rubbed her fluttering inner walls, teasing and stroking the sensitive patch of nerves along her cervix. The bedsprings creaked under them, adding to their ruckus.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah!" Annabelle's cries came out in punctuated gasps, in-sync Justin's firm thrusts. "Justin! Ah!"

"That's it, Annie." He encouraged her. "Fuck, you turn me on."

Head thrown back, Annie's voice hitched. A light layer of perspiration glossed her skin, muscles tensing.

"I-I'm cumming! Justin, I'm-"

Thighs shaking, Annabelle reached completion for the second time that night. Briefly winded, she struggled to catch her breath. Justin grabbed her by the back of her thighs, bending them up towards her chest.

"I'm close." Justin forced out through his teeth, thrusting urgently. "I'm right there."

Justin pressed in closely, buried to the hilt. Making short, rough strokes he worked himself towards climax. Moments later, he reached the brink and joined Annabelle in orgasmic bliss. Recovering from the force of his release, their bodies remained connected at the pelvis. Annie stared up at the ceiling with half-lidded brown eyes, melting in to the sheets and wondering what was to become of her situation.

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