Author's note: This is part of my drabble123 sex series on livejournal. Multi-fandom, multi-pairing, because I'm a non-conformist ;P

I've been a fan of the Fever series since the beginning, so here is my little homage to the sheer perfection that was Dreamfever. You know the scene, or you can imagine: just after Barrons rescued Mac and brought her back home.

RESTRAINT

He paced before the bed.

Barrons never paced. Pacing belied weakness, a weak willpower about to be completely shattered. He'd promised himself never to surrender again.

Willpower had not been his problem for centuries, though in the space of several heartbeats she'd had him at a crossroads the likes of which he'd absolutely never crossed before.

She needed him. That was not the problem.

The problem was him. Within him. His pounding heart. And his reason.

She's not herself.

But she'll never be if you don't.

And so he slowly undressed himself, looked up at the whimpering, moaning, quivering mass of wanton, animal woman on his bed, and then approached her. Touched her. Heard the soft feminine sigh, felt hot skin coil around him and sank into her.

Perfect heat sheathed him and he searched her lips out, telling himself far too many lies all along while niggling reality reminded him that he was simply saving her.