Author's Note: This part of the story is of a more… MATURE nature! So be WARNED! I took care of the standard drama in the last scene is this ALL for the grown and sexy set! If you can't handle the lust side of this love & lust story… Skip to the end or skip this part ENTIRELY! The song that originally inspired this scene—which was requested by my ABC—was Beautiful by Meshell N'Degeocello (youtube watch?v=0ZcpUyI9jhU). HOWEVER, that was much too short—regardless of how SENSUAL and SEXY and BEAUTIFUL it is—so I set it to Sex Therapy by Robin Thicke (youtube watch?v=qUxKnKVzQX0) as it fit perfectly with the scene Barb was creating in my head as well… actually if this scene seems to take a turn for the… SMUTTY? …you can blame it on Robin Thicke!

Part Two

Carly rinsed her hair as she fought the fear that if she didn't go out there and fight she'd lose the best thing that ever happened to her. Instead, she tried to imagine her worries being washed away with the dirt and shampoo to pour down the drain and far away. Sometimes when she had a particularly difficult day, she loved to come here to hide. She would imagine each of the suds rinsed away by the steamy water as another of her concerns and feel lighter. It was also where she'd hide to give into her overwhelming need for Jason. A place she could indulge her outrageous attraction for her best friend without making her life any messier than it already was.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey yeah

Stressed out, uptight,
overworked, wound up.
Unleash what you got.
Let's explore your naughty side.
Follow me where we go,
we don't need no bread crumbs.

As the molten water beat down on her skin so hot and yet with a silkiness that was impossible to duplicate, Carly began lathering up and brought her soapy hands and pouf to her skin. With each swipe, she closed her eyes and could feel her muscles releasing tension and her mind beginning to wander. Flashes from the night before began to filter into her thoughts replacing the tension of stress with a different type of tension.

It had started out as yet another disastrous Valentine's Day, but then Jason had showed up and that all changed. As her hand swept down her neck, she got a flash of Jason's mouth there and moaned. She let the pouf trail over her sensitive breasts and she could almost feel his breath against the straining tips. She whimpered as her hands began wandering and her mind offered sensual memories for each new touch. When her fingers finally slipped between her legs, she gasped, "Jason", as the memory of his tongue toying with her thighs took over her mind.

Can't you see baby,
you're the only one.
You are my love, you are my love.
Let me be your medicine.
Cuz I got one thing on my mind
I'll be your valentine.
Spread your wings and baby fly away.

He stepped into the steam filled room and was greeted by sounds of arousal and the sight of Carly's hands gliding over her beautiful wet body. He remembered his hands on her from the night before and just this morning. Silently, he slipped his pants off and slid past the shower curtain. Carly was so lost in what she was doing she didn't even noticed him yet. He reached out and let his finger gently slide from the sensitive spot just behind her ear to her shoulder before reversing that path with his mouth.

"Jason," she groaned in arousal.

Jason grinned with his lips against her neck. Softly, Jason began tracing circles down her back as he continued kissing all along her neck. When he bit down on the most sensitive part of her neck, he grinned at the hitch in her breathing that signaled her increasing need.

"God, Jase," she whimpered raspily.

It's your body, you can yell if you want to.
Loud if you want to, scream if you want to.
Just let me love you, lay right here, girl, don't be scared of me.
Give you sex therapy, give you sex therapy.
It's your body, we'll go hard if you want to.
As hard as you want to, soft as you want to.
Just let me love you, lay right here, I'll be your fantasy.
Give you sex therapy, give you sex therapy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ooooo

The feel of his hands on her body was so incredible that Carly could barely stand. She never wanted him to stop. The slower pace was a change, but Carly would never complain as long as he promised never to stop. Her blood had begun to boil with arousal, but it seemed he controlled every cell of her body because where it had raced before, now it throbbed slowly through her veins. When Jason's hands slid up from her bottom to circle her waist she tensed waiting for them to slide down between her needy thighs. Instead, he used his grip on her waist turn her around to face him.

"Look at me," his gravelly voice demanded.

She fought her sex-drugged lids to make them obey. When their eyes met, she lost her breath. His spectacular cerulean eyes had gone a molten navy so dark they almost seemed black with desire. His hands began sliding up her sides brushing only the sides of her breasts as they came up to cup her face. Jason leaned forward pressing kisses over her eyes, along her cheeks, and around her mouth before finally sipping at her trembling lips. When the beauty of their loving overwhelmed her and a tear fell, he slid away to catch it on his lips.

"So beautiful," he whispered, and for the first time in her life she truly believed it.

Baby, less all for you to do is let your body be.
I'll lick you down and make you feel like you 'bout it 'bout it.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha, the doctor's here for you.
Take you like Twilight, I'll bite your neck.
You don't have to stay in the rain, I'll get you wet, yeah.
Push you up against the wall,
turn you out and turn you on
Eh eh whoa

When she reached for him, Jason took her hand and kissed the palm of her hand with a shake of his head to let her know not to touch. He placed her hand back at her side and began gently dragging his fingers down her body in circles careful to avoid her begging nipples. He leaned forward and huffed a breath against each of her tips before allowing his fingers to continue making their circles ever lower. When he reached her navel, he fell to his knees, and brushed the tip of his tongue inside. Jason grinned when her entire body convulsed under the gentle touch.

"Please," she moaned brokenly.

"More?" he growled.

All she could manage was another broken "Please," and a convulsive nod of her head.

With that wicked grin still plastered across his face as he stared into her heavy-lidded, hazy chocolate stare, Jason leaned forward parted her lips and blew cool air against her clit. Carly's knees gave out and she fell into Jason's waiting arms. Reaching out, he turned off the shower and grabbed a towel to wrap around her. Lifting her, he easily carried her into the bedroom. He stood her back on her feet holding her until her knees locked keeping her upright. He dried every inch of her damp body.

It's your body, you can yell if you want to.
Loud if you want to, scream if you want to.
Just let me love you, lay right here, girl, don't be scared of me.
Give you sex therapy, give you sex therapy.
It's your body, we'll go hard if you want to.
As hard as you want to, soft as you want to.
Just let me love you, lay right here, I'll be your fantasy.
Give you sex therapy, give you sex therapy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
oooo.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
oooo.

When she felt him turning her around again, Carly's drifted shut as he gently dried her hair and her shoulders. When he reached her lower back, he pushed her forward until she was bent over the bed. He dried her lower body with exquisite care before dropping the towel. He began running his hands up the backs her calves and thighs, then over her hips before sliding them down to grip the front of each thigh. She felt his breath only a split second before his tongue parted her. Then, suddenly the pace changed from slow to fast as he spun her up over her first peak with lightning speed.

Before she could catch her breath, she felt him sliding into her. His entrance was smooth and felt better than anything she could have ever imagined. She knew she was slick from his mouth and her climax, but she couldn't figure out how he'd made his entrance feel so good. He began to slip in and out going deeper and deeper driving her higher and wilder, but when he lifted one of her legs to get deeper, she realized that the reason he felt so good inside her was because he hadn't bothered to use a condom. She only had the thought a moment before he changed his stroke and all she could do was feel.

Whoa-oh oh oh oh,
yeah yeah yeah yeah.
Girl it's your body, we can do whatever you like.
Girl it's your body, we can do whatever you like.
It's your body we can ride and rock and roll.
Ride and rock and roll,
ride and rock.
O-o-o-OH oh oh oh

When she had come more times and ways than she could count, she felt the tension in Jason's body change and fought to open her eyes and cup his cheek.

"I love you," she breathed and Jason came before collapsing on her chest.

It's your body, you can yell if you want to.
Loud if you want to, scream if you want to.
Just let me love you, lay right here, girl, don't be scared of me.
Give you sex therapy, give you sex therapy.
It's your body, we'll go hard if you want to.
As hard as you want to, soft as you want to.
Just let me love you, lay right here, I'll be your fantasy.
Give you sex therapy, give you sex therapy.

Girl it's girl it's girl it's your body
We can do, can do, (sex therapy) can do
Girl it's girl it's girl it's your body
We can do whatever (sex therapy) you like
Just let me love you lay right here girl don't be scared of me.
Give you sex therapy, give you sex therapy
~Robin Thicke "Sex Therapy"

Wrapping her weak arms around his spent form, Carly couldn't help, but smile. To think she used to hate Valentine's Day, but with a simple epiphany, not only had her best friend been her best Valentine and given her the best Valentine's Day of her life… He'd complete changed everything and now she knew to her soul that she was finally right where she was supposed to be for the only time she could ever remember since Carly's death.

And she chuckled at the idea that she'd never have to worry about a date for Valentine's again because she'd spend every one with her best friend. She couldn't have dreamed of a better day or way to start their life together. No matter what comes next, I can't wait, she thought dreamily before she drifted off to join Jason in a sated sleep.

THE END