DISCLAIMER: All the characters from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. All we own is one Dr. Nancy GayLove… or does she own us?

HAPPY 20th ANNIVERSARY OF YOUR 30th BIRTHDAY, HARRYTWIFAN, BETA EXTRAORDINAIRE – HERE'S YOUR SECOND INSTALMENT!

WE LOVE YOU!


CHAPTER 02: Relax and forget I'm here

The next three days drag by, but finally, the day is here. WOOHOOOOOOO. Edward and Jasper aren't the slightest bit feminine, but I can't help but think, 'Here comes Candy and Floss'.

"You're last appointment is here, ma'am."

UUUGGGGHHHH to the nasty, nasally voice from hell, but a wholehearted YESSSSS to the clients from heaven.

Pressing the intercom button, I say, "Please send them in, Miss Morecock."

I hear the boys snicker at the mention of Hope's last name. They are in good spirits – excellent.

They enter my office with a little more confidence than the first time, and make their way to the chairs; Edward with his loud greeting, and Jasper with his small wave. They are dressed pretty much the same as the last time we met.

Such grace in their movements, I bet watching them in the throes of sex would be like watching the hottest and most erotic ballet ever performed. Oh god, less than thirty seconds in and my naughty brain has already sprung to life. It's like these boys walk in and the automatic brain-in-gutter switch has been flicked.

We exchange a few pleasantries before getting on with business.

"Okaaayy, down to it," I say with a smile. "How was your homework? Have you got five erogenous zones for me?"

Edward gives a resounding, "Yes," and Jasper smiles, nodding his affirmation while a blush creeps up his neck.

"Let's hear them, then… three from you, Edward, two from you, Jasper."

Despite Jasper being shy, it's important to not let him completely hide behind Edward.

They answer alternatively; Edward confidently, Jasper quietly, but both answer with a flushing of their cheeks and a reaction in their pants.

Neck (definitely, a tongue creeping up the artery, open-mouthed kisses)

Nipples (Ohhhh, they've explored the chest- mmmm… open shirt, pinching, licking, nibbling)

Toes (not my cup of tea, but hey, whatever floats your boat, and the feet are very sensitive places… just ask the Chinese)

Ear lobes (MMMMM, earrrrs; flick em with your tongue, nip em with your teeth, and don't forget to suck)

Palms (unexpected, but welcome. Kissed in the right way and you can be swooning)

Their answers tell me that they've had a few good make-out sessions, but no real depth of exploration.

"Excellent… well done."

The Naughty Nancy part of me is tempted to quiz them in depth about where and how they've discovered the erogenous zones, but Professional Nancy wins out and I continue in full therapist mode.

"Any part of the body can be an erogenous zone. Any piece of available skin; the back of the neck, eyes, Adam's apple, under the arms, fingers, thighs – especially the inside of the thigh, and, of course, anywhere around the genitalia."

Mmmm – strong thumbs sliding up the inner thigh to….. Oh God, stop it.

The first thing I have to do is get the boys to relax; otherwise, they will never have the nerve to get intimate within these walls. And boy do I want them intimate within these walls. If I can work in a couple of those erogenous zones, too, I'll be happy. I want them leaving my office hot and horny.

"Do you dance?"

They shake their heads, no.

"Dance can be very erotic… in its own way, an erogenous zone. I'm not just talking Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing, or something you see performed on a pole. But simply two people swaying together and losing themselves to the music… with your clothes on. Would you like to give it a go?"

Edward looks at Jasper who gives his silent nod of approval.

"Excellent," I say with enthusiasm and a smile.

Opening the drawer-like compartment within my desk reveals the control panel I have to all the 'extra' facilities I have at my disposal. After flicking a couple of switches, the blinds on the windows come down, darkening the room. Soft barely-there wall lights come on, making my office look like a plush lounge. No disco lighting today – maybe another time, but not now.

Getting up from my desk, I hold out my hands to the boys, which they take - long fingers, soft palms, and a strong grip… gulp.

I lead them to the center of the lounge. "Do you like Bryan Adams?"

"Sure."

Woohoo – this is so gonna work.

"Excellent… now, if you'd like to put your arms around each other, I'll get the music started."

They do as I instruct, with Jasper's arms loosely linked around Edward's neck while Edward's arms are in a similar position around Jasper's waist. In all truthfulness, they look a little awkward, but I guess anyone would that was told to hold onto their partner in the middle of a room and wait.

They both watch me walk over to a completely different part of my office, leaving them as alone as possible.

Putting in my mic and earphones, I give instructions. The sound comes out of a speaker that is closer to them, making them jump a little.

"Listen to the lyrics of the song as much as to the beat of the music and sway from side to side. You may hear me give you small instructions throughout the song, but only listen to me like you would background music. Focus on each other."

They nod their understanding and I press the start button on the CD remote.

As soon as the opening piano chords strike, they relax, smiling, with Jasper immediately looking into Edward's eyes.

Bryan starts to sing and weave his magic and I can't help but silently sing along with him, feeling the music, imagining myself in their position. And what a position that is.

Look into my eyes, you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart, search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more

They start to sway, eyes locked on each other. Beautiful.

Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do, I do it for you

At the last line of the verse, Edward starts to softly sing to Jasper. OH MY GOD – my heart just melted.

Look into your heart, you will find
There's nothin' there to hide
Take me as I am, take my life
I would give it all, I would sacrifice

"Edward, let your fingers glide up Jasper's side."

Jasper immediately clasps his arms tighter around Edward's neck, laying his head on his chest while they sway.

Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help it, there's nothin' I want more
You know it's true
Everything I do, I do it for you
Oh yeah

There's no love, like your love
And no other, could give more love
There's nowhere, unless you're there
All the time, all the way, yeah

There's an instrumental part here, so I use the opportunity. "Edward, release Jasper's shirt from his trousers."
On release of the shirt, Edward's hands automatically look for skin, good boy, one hand going under the shirt while the other lowers to Jasper's ass.

Look into your heart, baby

"Jasper, play with Edward's hair."

Jasper's fingers slowly play with the long hair at the back of Edward's neck.

Edward's eyes shut and his head leans back into Jasper's hand.

They pull each other closer and lose themselves to the music. It is so beautiful I almost cry. These boys are the epitome of the beautiful, sensual couple. What started off as awkward is now a sight to behold.

I leave them to their senses.

Oh, you can't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
I can't help it, there's nothin' I want more
Yeah, I would fight for you, I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you, yeah I'd die for you

They're now moving their feet and hips in time to the music. I'm pretty sure; it's not just their hips that have come to life.

You know it's true
Everything I do, oh, I do it for you

Everything I do, darling
And we'll see it through
Oh we'll see it through
Oh yeah

Yeah!

As the song nears its end, they search deep into the eyes of the other and, oh my fucking God, they kiss. They start with a simple peck, and sucking of lips that develop into open-mouth caresses, their jaws and tongues doing a slow dance of their own.

Hallelujah, spank me now and send me to heaven. Get me tissues, I need them to either wipe the tears or mop up drool.

Look into your heart
You can't tell me it ain't worth dying for
Oh yeah

I'll be there, yeah
I'll walk the wire
Oh, yeah

I'm going all the way, all the way, yeah

The final notes softly fade into nothingness and the boys are still swaying, still kissing, so I quickly cue the next song. It's another Bryan Adam's number; I mean, the guy knows how to write and deliver a love song. If his soul touching lyrics, or his husky, heart-in-his-mouth voice doesn't get you in, you must be dead. In my opinion, anyone who doesn't go to mush and get a lump in their throat at some of his songs needs to check themselves for a pulse, 'cause they sure as hell have no feeling.

It still feels like our first night together
Feels like the first kiss
It's getting better baby
No one can better this
Still holding on
You're still the one
First time our eyes met
Same feeling I get
Only feels much stronger
I want to love you longer
Do you still turn the fire on?

So if you're feeling lonely, don't
You're the only one I'll ever want
I only want to make it good
So if I love you, a little more than I should

Not that Edward and Jasper are paying much attention to either Bryan or his music. They're too busy paying attention to each other. Seeing the pair of them so lost in each other, their lips moving sensuously in the oldest dance known to man, has me sighing in pleasure. It truly is one of the most wonderful sights I have ever been fortunate enough to witness. Every part of my body has turned to jello.

Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you
Don't deny me, this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me, if I need you like I do
Please believe me, every word I say is true
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you

Right now, I'm doing my own bit of asking for forgiveness—I am enjoying the spectacle of these two beautiful boys connecting with each other all too much. It might be my job to try and help bring this kind of intimacy about, but when you itch to grab a camera to capture it for posterity? Maybe, you like seeing it far too much…

Still feels like our best times are together
Feels like the first touch
We're still getting closer baby
Can't get closer enough
Still holding on
You're still number one
I remember the smell of your skin
I remember everything
I remember all your moves
I remember you yeah
I remember the nights, you know I still do

So if you're feeling lonely, don't
You're the only one I'll ever want
I only want to make it good
So if I love you a little more than I should

Oh, boy, we have a development. I can scarcely believe it, but Jasper, my sweet, shy Quaker boy, has tugged Edward's tee over his head and tucked it into his own back pocket. God, my heart is pounding!

Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you
Don't deny me, this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me, if I need you like I do
Please believe me, every word I say is true
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you

Edward, with a drop-dead sexy smirk, reciprocates and suddenly I have two bare-chested Adonises in my office. Not surprisingly, they are just gorgeous. Toned and sculpted like Greek statues—one all golden ivory, one creamy alabaster.

Dear Sweet Lord, Panties, let me introduce you to the floor.

Please believe me, you pair are just too good to be true, I'm silently singing, Please forgive me, I can't stop watching you. I can't help raising my eyes to the ceiling, certain that either Bryan or God is going to strike me with a bolt of lightning and turn me into a pile of ash for my sacrilegious ad-libbing.

The one thing I'm sure of
Is the way we make love
The one thing I depend on
Is for us to stay strong
With every word and every breath I'm praying
That's why I'm saying,

Their hips are swaying, their groins grinding, their hands are caressing, and their lips are worshipping… and I'm gripping the edge of my desk to stop myself from sinking into a puddle on the floor. I'm sure that at this moment in time, the only hard thing in my office is the boner the boys are undoubtedly supporting. I've seen that grind many times before and it shouts "fire in the hold". Unfortunately, being of the female gender, my girly bits weren't doing anything quite as spectacular. In fact, I'd go so far as to say they were working against me, leaving me with a soggy mini-pad that was just about dragging my panties to my ankles. Oh, what I wouldn't give to be able to sprout a boner myself—at least I could prop it on the desk to help keep me balanced and upright.

Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you
Don't deny me, this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me, if I need you like I do
Babe believe it, every word I say is true
Please forgive me, if I can't stop loving you
No, believe me, I don't know what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you

I can't stop, loving you

Once again, the notes fade into the air as I watch as the boys slowly come back to earth. Jasper's eyes widen to see that both he and Edward are bare-chested; he seems surprised by the fact. As I continue to quietly study them, I can see a flush slowly creep up his neck and into his cheeks.

Rubbing his thumbs gently over Jasper's now rosy cheeks, Edward leans in and places a chaste kiss on Jasper's slightly swollen lips.

Hugging Jasper close, almost hiding him within his arms and protecting their 'reactions', Edward turns his head to me and grins a little shyly, "Umm, it would seem we got a little carried away, Nancy."

Time to speak, Nancy! Find your voice, girl. I part my lips. My tongue feels thick and cumbersome. Nothing's happening. Come on, woman, move your tongue. You're a professional. Form a word. And still nothing… Fucking hell, say something! "Not at all, Edward. For our sessions together to work, I need you both to relax, trust me, and even forget I am here sometimes." Hallelujah, there is a God! I even sound half way normal!

"Well, in that case, I think we may be 'A' students today!" he chuckles, while Jasper somehow manages to burrow in even closer to Edward's chest, burying his face into his shoulder. At first I'm concerned, but then I see his shoulders shaking—he's laughing, God bless his sweet shy soul.

"I think you may be right, Edward," I say, biting the inside of my mouth to stop myself from giggling. "And just let me say, I do so love to hand out 'A' Grades, so bring your, umm, 'A' game next week too, boys!"


PLEASE NOTE THAT AS OF CHAPTER THREE WE WILL BE POSTING THE TEACHINGS OF DR. NANCY GAYLOVE ON TWCS.

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