"Now take off your shirt, too. I want to see you this time." Evie demanded. Bayard stood up and reached behind his back to pull his t-shirt over his head, revealing the upper body of a comic book superman. "Wow." she said stupidly and he laughed.
"I've slept with lots of women, but never one who always seems so happy to see me." He laughed. She gave him a level look. "I don't even know how to take that statement." she replied. "Have you slept with lots of women, and why wouldn't they be happy to see you? You're super good looking, and your body is amazing. You must spend a lot of time in the gym."
"Well, when people are tying to kill you, it's good motivation to work out, I guess." He shrugged. "Most women love the body, but are freaked out about the damage." He gestured to the scars in his chest and sides. "I think most women I've been with are more sophisticated than you."
"Ouch!" she mimed getting hit in the heart. "Do you mean to say that you don't find me sophisticated? I'm really hurt." She laughed and sat up to run her hands over his chest.
"I don't mean it that way. I mean...most women don't want to act impressed by anything. They're too worried about how they look, worried they're going to seem naïve, but you just say what you think. You don't hide yourself from people."
"I guess I am sometimes too blunt in what I say. I don't always think it out before I say it. And I guess people do think I'm naïve, because I guess I am, really. I'm younger than almost everyone else here, and I'm in the dark about so much stuff that's going on. I can't help that. I wish that I could hide more, but I guess it's just not me. Maybe I'll learn that."
"He cupped her face in his hands. "I don't ever want you to learn that. That's why I'm here. So you don't have to."
"How many women have you been with? Or don't I want to know?" she battered her eyelashes up at him innocently.
"Oh, you definitely don't want to know, and I'm not going to tell you. How many men have you been with?" He slid his hands into her bathing suit bottoms.
She moved away, deftly avoiding his reaching hands, and sat back on the couch. "A lady doesn't like to kiss and tell." She replied, crossing her legs nonchalantly with her chin held high, as if she had forgotten that she was topless. "But one more doesn't hurt. Take your pants off."
He shook with laughter, but moved to do as she asked, unbuckling his belt and sitting to untie his boots. He tossed them aside and stood again to slide his pants and underwear slowly down his legs to the floor. "Ok, what next?" he asked as he stood there naked.
"...holy...shit." she said slowly. "I cannot believe that I have you all to myself." She walked over to him and ran her hands up his thighs, ending on his partial erection. "I can't believe we even fit together." she mused as he started to laugh again.
"My turn." He said as he untied her swimsuit bottoms and threw them aside. She felt very exposed in the bright light streaming through the windows on the other side of the room. He knelt before her and rubbed her leg with his good cheek and then kissed between her thighs. "I love the taste of you." he whispered as he parted her legs and licked her with a soft jab of his tongue.
