"Come on, Jasper's already in bed for the night."

"Evie, I don't know. He sleeps just next door…"

Elliot's hand was warm in hers. He was standing in the doorway to her room, resisting being pulled inside.

"He sleeps like the dead. We won't wake him."

Elliot still held firm in the doorway, his feet spread wide to resist her pulling. They'd been the same height for so long, but in the last few years he'd grown and now he stood almost six inches taller. It made pulling and pushing him around more difficult.

Giving up on using force, Evelyn instead used his hand in hers to pull herself towards him. The sudden change caused him to stumble, and when he got his feet under him again she was pressed against him. She titled her head up, forcing him to look down and put his lips right where she could reach them. Popping up onto her toes, Evelyn kissed him, short and wet.

When she pulled away his eyes were closed and his brow furrowed. Smirking she kissed him again, this time longer, nipping his bottom lip between her teeth. Softly, he groaned.

"Come in," she said again, whispering.

He shook his head, but very slowly, and she could see that he was breathing hard. Stepping even closer, Evelyn pushed herself along his frame, feeling the taut muscles of his legs against hers, the rise and fall of his chest, the hardness pressing into her stomach. Smirking again, she snaked a hand around his back, tracing her fingers around his shoulder blades, down, down until she reached his ass. He jumped, opening his eyes, his mouth falling open. Evelyn took the sudden opportunity and kissed him again, slipping her tongue between his open lips before he could close them.

For a moment he was still motionless, firmly in the hallway. And then he was pushing her into the room, his mouth hard and hot on hers. Vaguely she heard the door shut behind them and she smiled against his lips.

They stumbled backwards in the sudden darkness, until finally Evelyn felt the hard wood of the bed post against her back. Elliot pushed her against it, his body crashing against hers. They'd done this before: the passionate kissing, fumbling in the dark—or sometimes the day—but it had never gone any farther. She'd let him slip his hand inside her dress, his soft palms caressing her breasts. But he'd never let her do anything interesting with her hands.

Now, with the door closed and Jasper passed out next door with a good dose of sleeping medicine, Evelyn wasn't going to be denied anymore. Trailing the hand still on his back down again to his ass and then around his hip, she slid it between them until it pressed very slightly against the bulge in the front of his pants. Elliot broke the kiss with a deep groan, and even in the dark she could see his eyes were wild, dark with need.

"Oh God, Evie," his voice shook as he spoke. "I— We—"

They were the starts of conversation they'd had before, so she pushed harder with her hand, slowly rubbing up and down, and Elliot's mouth fell open, silent but for several groans.

She stopped, taking her hand away, and he groaned even louder.

"Kiss me Elliot," she said, putting her lips as close to his ear as she could. "Don't say no this time."

His lips were on hers again, fierce and hot. His hands went around her waist, and then she was falling backwards onto the bed, his weight heavy above her. When they broke for air she crawled backwards, pulling herself completely onto the bed. He watched her, panting, and she smiled. Putting her hands at the laces of her blouse, she slowly untied the top and slid the laces out of their holes, until the blouse hung loose from her shoulders. Shrugging the garment off she watched as Elliot's eyes slid down to her breasts, covered now only by a corset. A very practical and breathable corset. She put her hands to the laces of it, but Elliot's reached out and stopped her. He pushed her hands away and then began to unlace the corset, even slower than she had the blouse. His fingers trembled, tangling into the laces, but she didn't reach down to help him. Finally the corset popped open, and her breasts were half-bare, right before Elliot's nose. He groaned again, now tugging the corset off her almost violently.

When he reached up to place his hands around her breasts she smacked them away.

"Uh-uh. I take something off, you take something off."

Elliot glared at her, but stepped back and quickly shucked his tunic and undershirt. Sitting up, Evelyn reached out her hands and placed them against his bare chest. There was a fine layer of hair running down his stomach to the waistline of his pants and she traced it with her hands. But before her fingers could reach their goal he pushed her back onto the bed, crawling over her. His lips met hers again, his tongue arching into her mouth, hot and insistent. She moved her hands to his back again, reveling in the feel of his muscles contracting and moving under her fingers. One of his hands slid up to cup her breast and she gasped against his mouth. It felt so wonderful to have his hand around her entirely, instead of fumbling in the front of her dress. His fingers teased her, sliding up to her nipple and pinching it sharply for a moment—drawing another gasp out of her—before moving over to the other breast.

For several minutes she was lost in the feeling of his hands on her, but slowly the hard length pressed against her leg brought her back to the moment. While his hands were still busy, she slid her own down to his pants. His lips trailed over her face and shoulders, and then down, down… she gasped, clenching her hands. They happened to be just over his erection and he pulled back with a hoarse shout. She laughed as she looked up at him and clenched again. This time he whimpered, his bottom lip captured between his teeth. She couldn't help a giggle.

He looked down at her, and he wasn't smiling. The look made her shiver. He slid his hands down to her skirt and yanked it off her, sitting back onto his knees to pull it all the way down and off. Next went the petticoat and suddenly she was completely bare before him. Then his hands started at her knees and slid upwards, stopping to caress her in all the right spots. He'd almost reached her center before she remembered her rule.

"Elliot…" Her voice was breathy, punctuated by moans. "My skirt… for your pants…"

His hands stroked once up along her thighs before he took them away to remove his pants. They seemed to fly off his body and then he was naked too. She looked down, curious, at his hard length standing straight and dark between them. She wanted to touch it, but Elliot's hands returned to her thighs, and instead she clutched at the bedding as his fingers slid up and up until he touched her core.

She writhed as he stroked her, up and down just on the outside, his finger swirling over her nub ever so slightly. Then with a swiftness she wasn't expecting, he slid one finger inside her, pumping it in and out. Her hips flew off the bed, pushing the finger deeper, and a moan tore its way out of her throat. She heard him chuckle, and then the first finger was joined by a second and her ears began to ring. He lowered his mouth down to her, locking his lips around her nub and sucking on it. Her hips were trapped under his weight now, so instead she threw her head back, clutching even harder at the sheets. She wanted to scream, but she worried how well the sleeping medicine would keep Jasper under if they started shrieking, so she bit her lip and moaned into her mouth. Pressure was building deep below her stomach, warm and wonderful. Elliot's fingers slid in and out of her faster, harder, and then the pressure broke over her in a wave and her hips flew upwards, carrying his weight with her, as she climaxed.

When the spasms passed Evelyn lay back against the bed, panting and smiling. Elliot crawled up alongside her, laying his lips against hers for a kiss. They were salty and sweet and she realized she was tasting herself on his mouth. It made her core pulse again and she writhed against the bed. The motion knocked her against him, and suddenly his hard length was between her legs and it was his turn to cry out.

But instead of pushing forward, recreating that friction, he pulled back, sliding away from her. She knew what he was doing. It was one thing to bring her to orgasm—even if that was farther than they had ever gone—but another thing entirely for him to enter her. But she didn't care. Hell she could get pregnant and she wouldn't care. It would just force her brother to let her marry Elliot.

Following his retreating body with hers, Evelyn pushed him back onto the bed, pulling herself up so that she was straddling his legs. His erection throbbed just inches from her and Evelyn couldn't resist. While Elliot opened his lips to speak, the words to come plain on his face, she wrapped a hand around his length and slid it up until she reached the tip. His head fell backwards, any words dissolving into a long moan. She slid her hand down again, all the way to the base, and then back up.

"God yes Evie, just like—" He cried out again as she slid her hand up and squeezed.

"Shh, you have to be quiet." She was laughing when he looked up at her. His face told her he didn't think that would be possible. So she placed her free hand over his mouth as her other continued to move. She could feel his breath hot against her hand, almost as hot as the thick length in her other. He watched her, intently, his eyes crying out what his mouth could not. She wanted to try putting her mouth on him, but when she took her hands away, preparing to move down, he suddenly flipped her over, and he was between her legs, hovering at her entrance.

Every thought flew out of her mind except that he was going to finally do it. Finally do what they'd both wanted for so long. He looked down at her, and she knew he was going to ask if she really wanted him to, if she was ready. But she'd been ready for too long. Putting her hand between them she wrapped it again around his erection and guided it into her entrance. His eyes fluttered shut as he slid that first inch inside her. Taking her hand away she leaned up to kiss him once, and then he was pushing further in.

It hurt and she bit her lip again to keep from crying out in a different kind of pain. He watched her, but didn't stop, didn't ask. He slowed when he finally pushed through her barrier and the pain peaked. But then he was all the way inside her and it felt wonderful. He paused there, his eyes closing again for a moment. When he opened them she nodded, shifting her hips upward. He dropped his head to kiss her and then pulled out and immediately pushed back in. Evelyn did cry out this time, and it wasn't in pain.

He tried to hold a steady pace, but he quickly lost control, pushing in and out of her with a ferocity she hadn't thought was in him. He jerked several times, his eyes closing and his mouth falling open, then she felt him climax and he cried out.

When his orgasm finished he slumped forward, his head coming to rest against her breast. He was still inside her and she could feel his length pulsing, yet also softening. Slowly he rolled over, sliding out of her, and she rolled with him to curl against his chest. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling their sweat-slicked bodies together.

"Wow," he whispered.

Evelyn giggled. "I know," she said.

He looked up at her, his eyes no longer wild, but just Elliot's eyes again. "You didn't come again, I'm so sorry, I'll—"

She put her fingers against his lips to quiet him and then took them away so she could kiss him. "It's okay. Next time."

That made him grin. "Next time," he repeated.