TITLE: The Sleepless
CHAPTER 12: Satisfaction

Kirsten cried out, softly as she could, when she was slammed against the wall and subsequently pinned. Then, lips were on her neck, a hard body was against hers, and she lost all ability to think on her own. "Ryan..."

He just moaned and continued kissing her neck, slipping his hands up her shirt and smiling against her skin when she arched into him. "Mmm?"

"Did I ever-" she gasped when he hit a sensitive spot, "-tell you... oh!-" and clung to him desperately, "-thank you for making dinner?"

Ryan smiled against her once more and flicked open all of her shirt buttons expertly. "You may have. I can't remember."

"Oh." She kissed him deeply and unlatched his belt, pulled it out of the loops roughly. "Okay, well in case I didn't? Thank you, Ryan, for making dinner. It was delicious."

"You're welcome, Kirsten."

"And I'm fully prepared to show you just how grateful I am. Remember, though--"

"We have to be quick and quiet, I know." He grinned and pulled her into the poolhouse bathroom with him. "I know the drill."

Everyone else was inside. Sandy was in his office finishing some paperwork from his latest case, and Seth had somehow convinced Hailey to play PlayStation with him. Ryan and Kirsten had seized the opportunity and ducked outside, Ryan through the patio doors and Kirsten taking the long way through the master bedroom. They'd snuck into the poolhouse and were all over each other in a matter of seconds.

Ryan pinned Kirsten to the wall inside his bathroom and shut the door, locking it just in case anyone decided to come looking for the two of them. "Any idea when we won't have to be quick and quiet?" he asked, shoving her skirt past her hips before pressed her to the wall again. "Because not that I don't love this..." His lips latched onto her neck again and he lifted her, hooked her legs around his waist. "But... I kinda miss being able to take my time with you."

When he pulled back, Kirsten touched his face as he worked on his zipper. "I know you do. I miss that too." They kissed again, foreheads meeting when they pulled away, and she felt him moving her panties aside. "I promise we can have some - oh!" She gasped and threw her head back against the wall when he slipped inside her, hands gripping his shoulders for dear life. "Some more quality time..." She felt herself panting with the exertion of simultaneously trying to hold back her moans, and trying to hold herself up as Ryan moved within her. "...with each other... soon. Oh God, Ryan."

Ryan buried his face in her hair and wound one arm tight around her waist while the other grasped her thigh. He was trying to go slow... needed to go slow. Fast motion incited lots of loud moaning and gasping... sometimes screaming (when they were alone) from Kirsten. And with Seth and Hailey just yards away, that was not an option, as badly as Ryan wanted to hear those sounds again.

Kirsten whimpered and let her head fall forward onto his shoulder. "Oh God, I wish you could go fast. This is amazing, but it's torture, Ryan."

"I know. For me too." He pulled back from her just enough to incite her to lift her head. When their eyes met, he raised an eyebrow. "We can try something, if you promise to TRY to keep your voice down." He thrust gently inside her again and smirked when her eyes slipped shut.

Fighting to get out so much as one coherent word, she replied, "Trying is all I can promise."

"Okay." He leaned in, slanted his lips over hers, and kissed her deeply, aggressively, while speeding up his movements.

Kirsten was whimpering again, but for an entirely different reason altogether, and she cupped his face tightly as he continued to kiss her. "Almost there," she managed to whisper into his mouth.

"Mm-hmm." He kissed her deeply again and held her tight, feeling her body begin to tense as he sped up just a little more...

"Ryan!" she exclaimed into his mouth, and was gone.

It took Ryan mere seconds to follow her, and they slid down the bathroom wall together in a boneless heap. He ran his fingers through Kirsten's hair and kissed her neck. "You handled that better than I thought you would."

Kirsten chuckled and whacked his shoulder jokingly. "What am I, some screaming banshee?"

He smirked. "Well, when I'm givin' you some of my best stuff..."

She rolled her eyes facetiously and kissed him. "Best stuff? If you say so."

He raised his eyebrows in a challenge. "Don't MAKE me do that again. You couldn't handle it."

"Give me your best shot!" she teased right back, a twinkle in her eye.

Ryan grinned and kissed her passionately again, then helped her to stand, smiling half-smugly when he noted how wobbly her legs were. "Nice try, but we should get back inside." He resituated his clothes before helping her with hers. "I'll go first and distract them so you can sneak back in through the master bedroom."

"Should I be concerned that we're becoming really rather good at the sneaking around?"

He shrugged. "Probably."

"Hmmm." Kirsten pondered that for a split-second before smiling and leaning in to kiss him again. "Oh, well." She patted his chest before lightly shoving his shoulder. "Go on."

"Jeez, bossy. Who made you dinner?"

She rolled her eyes again. "I already thanked you for that."

"Alright, fine." Ryan kissed her one last time before unlocking the bathroom door and heading out, calling over his shoulder, "See you in there."

Kirsten grinned and bit down softly on her lip as she watched him go.

"Dude, where the hell were you? Hailey's been kicking my ass! I could've used a little help here," Seth complained, looking at Ryan upside down over the back of the couch.

Ryan lifted his eyebrows briefly in greeting and wandered over toward them. "Hey. I, uh, had a few homework things to finish up on."

"Ahh. You slacker. How can you even think about doing homework when there are video games to be played?" Seth grinned.

Ryan just barely smirked back and flopped down on the couch adjacent to the one Seth and Hailey were perched on.

Hailey smiled over at him. "Enjoy doing your homework?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, eyeing her warily. "I... guess it's nice having everything finished for the night." Why the hell was she looking at him like that?

She nodded. "Yeah, I'll bet that's very... satisfying for you."

His heart leapt into his throat but he kept his expression as neutral as possible. "Okay..."

Moments later, Kirsten was coming out of the master bedroom and heading down the hall toward them. "Hey guys! What've you been doing?"

Ryan watched Hailey watching Kirsten, and Seth remained focused on the video game while he attempted to kill Hailey's character. "Just... questioning my gaming prowess," Seth quipped, and nodded toward his aunt. "I think Hailey's a closet video game nerd or something."

Kirsten smiled, raising her eyebrows. "She beat you?"

"Six times," Seth nodded a confirmation. "I have been humbled, mother."

"Well, finally," she sighed facetiously, and grinned at her son before sending a discreet wink toward Ryan.

He just barely flicked a smile back before turning his attention to the television screen. Glimpsing quick at Hailey, he noted her eyes were still on Kirsten.

"What have you been doing, sis?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

Kirsten shrugged. "Just finishing up some files."

"Ahh." Ryan watched Hailey nod, and the look on her face was way too transparent as she commented, "Must be satisfying for you, getting your work done. I was just talking to Ryan about that very same thing."

Kirsten's eyes flicked toward him ever-so-briefly before she looked back down at her sister. "Well, stuff's been piling up, unfortunately. Have to bring work home with me sometimes."

"Huh."

With that, the conversation ended and Hailey went back to her video game with Seth. Kirsten headed for the refrigerator, but not before she and Ryan exchanged a look.

"Hey."

Ryan buried his face in his pillow and turned on his stomach, ignoring the whisper coming from the doorway.

"Hey. Hey, you awake?"

"No," he grumbled. When he heard the soft giggle, he opened his eyes and turned to the door.

Kirsten was slipping inside the poolhouse, her silk robe wrapped tightly around her lithe frame. "Sorry."

"No, s'alright." He smiled sleepily at her, adoring the way the moonlight lit her blonde tresses in a halo, and he held out his arms, beckoning her into them. "C'mere."

Kirsten grinned, not needing to be told twice, and tossed her robe aside before climbing into bed with him. "Couldn't sleep," she muttered as explanation.

"Well, I can definitely help with that. Did you just need to see me, or..." He slipped one spaghetti strap of her nightgown off her shoulder and placed a kiss there. "Did you need me to tire you out?"

He felt her smile as his lips moved to her collarbone. "Well... I am pretty wide awake."

"Hmmm." In a matter of moments, he had her nightgown laying in a puddle at the foot of his bed, and his hands were roaming her body. As he kissed her navel, he asked, "Do you think Hailey knows?"

Obviously distracted by his ministrations, Kirsten asked (after a few moments of soft moaning), breathlessly, "Knows what?"

He rested his chin on her stomach. "About us. About this."

A vertical crease indented the space between her eyebrows and she ran her fingers through his hair. "No. Why?"

Ryan shrugged, going back to kissing her navel and pushing her panties down her legs. "She just..." He kissed down one leg, tossing the panties aside, before kissing up the other leg... "Seems like she knows something. She's acting kinda weird."

"Oh. Well, I haven't noticed anything--" Kirsten gasped loudly when his lips reached the place she wanted them most, and all talking promptly ceased. She arched against him, raked her fingers through his hair as encouragement. "Oh God, oh God, oh..." She continued to chant and babble toward his ceiling fan, which was spinning lazily above them. She closed her eyes and with every touch of his lips, every stroke of his tongue, color burst behind her closed lids. Just when she was about to crash over the edge, Ryan started kissing up her body and she groaned in disappointment.

She felt his grin before even opening her eyes, and she cupped his face, noses bumping when she pulled him close. "Tease."

He grinned and gave her a kiss. "You love it and you know it."

"Yes, I do. But right now, no more teasing. I need you."

Ryan smiled and leaned down to kiss her as he pushed inside her, blanketing her body with his own. They moved together in tandem, moaning softly and exchanging deep, soulful kisses. Kirsten snaked her arms up his back and clasped his shoulders, then dug her fingernails into his biceps as she neared the edge again. Within minutes they were both flying, kissing feverishly to cloak any cries that could give them away... finally sinking against the mattress together.

"Think you can get some sleep now?" he teased, pulling away to gather her nightgown, robe, and panties.

Kirsten grinned and pulled him in for an aggressive kiss when he came back to her, snatching the items from his hands. No sooner had they broken apart from their kiss when a shadow appeared on the other side of the closed poolhouse blinds... and a knock sounded.

Kirsten, with eyes wide, practically bolted into the bathroom and hid in the shower. Ryan watched her until he was sure she was hidden before he pulled his sweats on and got up to answer the door.

Hailey was on the other side, looking him up and down. "What are you doing up?"

He raised his eyebrows. "You knocked on my door."

"Right." She pushed past him and stepped into the poolhouse, spinning to face him once she was inside. "Hey, do you have any Tylenol PM? I can't fall asleep and Kirsten doesn't keep any in the bathroom upstairs."

"Yeah, I think so," Ryan sighed, fighting not to let his relief out as he went behind the counter and grabbed the small bottle, tossing it at her.

Hailey caught it effortlessly and held it up for a moment, "Hey thanks." She started for the door and turned over her shoulder halfway there, posing another question. "Do you have any air freshener?"

"I think so. Why, you need a nice inhalant to go with your Tylenol PM?" he quipped.

She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, glaring facetiously. "No." She then gestured around the room and told him in an almost knowing voice, "You might wanna spray some in here."

With that, she left, and Ryan stood there staring at the door until he was positive she was back in the house and up in the guest room. Then he went over to the bathroom, from which Kirsten was just emerging once again fully dressed, belting her robe around her tightly.

He met her gaze and nodded slowly. "Yeah. She knows."