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Too Darn Hot.

These characters do not belong to me but to Twentieth Century Fox, I only borrowed them.

Timeline: After the run of the series.

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Romance

It was hot. The kind of hot that stuck to your body like it was part of you. It didn't matter what you did to try to relieve it, it would jump right back and never let go.

Carolyn stepped out on the balcony praying that just a small breeze would be blowing, just a touch of fresh air, but all to no avail. "I'd even settle for a hot breeze," she said aloud. "I'm not fussy." It was only 1:00 and she had already taken two baths. She wasn't sure why she had even bothered, the minute she had gotten out of the tub, she just started to sweat again.

Taking a deep breath, she came back into the room, shutting the French doors behind her. Picking up Candy's small transistor, she tuned it to the Keystone station, waiting for the weather report.

Candy was at camp. A present from her grandparents, and Jonathan was in Philadelphia with the other set of grandparents. She certainly hoped they weren't experiencing this weather. Martha had called from Florida yesterday, where she was visiting her sister. It was ten degrees cooler in St. Petersburg then it was in Schooner Bay, Maine.

She grimaced as the newscaster gave the forecast � hot and humid for the rest of the week! Captain Gregg had tried to explain to her why the weather had turned this way, something about air currents and air pressure and the way the waves ran, but it had made little sense to her. She only knew that it was hot and she wasn't sure how much more of it she could take.

'Well I might as well get something done,' she thought, sitting down at her desk. Sliding a piece of paper into the typewriter, she began clicking the keys, transcribing her thoughts onto the paper. After several minutes of working, she paused to read what she had just written. "Well, that sounds stupid," she shook her head. Ripping the paper out, she scrunched into a ball before attempting to throw it into the wastebasket.

It was so hot, Scruffy didn't even make his usual attempt to place it in the trash, he just lay on the floor in front of the desk and closed his eyes.

"You poor thing." She squatted down beside the little dog to pet him. "I can't imagine how you must feel with all that fur."

"Good afternoon, my dear." Captain Gregg came up behind her, causing her to squeal and lose her balance. He reached down to catch her, her back falling against him with a satisfying thud.

"I'm so sorry," he apologized, getting down on the floor beside her, his hands on her shoulders. "I guess I'm not really helping the situation any, am I? I didn't mean to frighten you."

"No, not much," she laughed, trying not to think of his lips just inches from hers. She saw him swallow and knew he was trying not to think about the same thing. "You think after all this time, I'd be used to you showing up like that." She told herself to move her head, but it was not obeying.

It was the kind of situation they had been avoiding for the last few months. They discovered a while back that he could indeed touch and be touched in return, and like two adults they had sat down and talked about hhe rhe revelation could change their relationship.

They had decided then that they would take things slowly and see how things went. In the last six months, they had learned more about one another, had taken time to spend quality time together, �in a sense he was courting her,� she thought. But neither one of them could deny their growing physical attraction which had been strong from the start.

Each kiss was a little longer and a little sweeter. They found more excuses to hold hands and to touch one another, even if it were just brushing their hands when something was passed between them.

"Carolyn." He said her name softly, reaching out to touch her cheek.

"Yes, Daniel . . . " she barely said, the feel of his hand sending a swirl of emotions through her. Leaning toward one another, their lips blended in the kiss their bodies were craving, his hand caressing her cheek. The kiss grew deeper, his tongue wrapping around hers, longing coursing through them. "Oh Daniel . . . " she breathed when they pulled away. He helped her up, but held her for a moment and kissed her again before letting her go.

"Thank-you," she said to him, but she wasn't sure if she were thanking him for helping her up, or the kiss. "You know . . . " She looked him up and down, liking what she saw. "The sight of you in all that wool in this heat just makes me sick. It's just not fair that you don't sweat."

"One of the advantages of my existence," he chuckled. "But this weather certainly isn't my favorite. You can't even get a warm breeze."

"No, you can�t. I tried it." She shook her head. "I guess I better try to get some work done . . . " wishing he would insist they do something else. Not that you could move in this heat without dying. Well, at least she couldn't.

"I suppose you must." He looked forlorn at the thought. "You do have an article to get out in the mail by the weekend."

"Aye, Captain." She gave a brief salute. He touched her cheek once more before dematerializing from the room.

Once more she sat down at the typewriter, determined to give the article a valiant effort. The sweat was pouring down her face in profusion, a drop hanging from the end of her nose, that dropped down on the paper before she could stop it. This was ridiculous. There had to be some kind of relief. But how many baths could a person take?

She had on a cotton sun-dress, but even it was too much. And right now even a swim in the ocean was unthinkable, going outside in this heat. If only she could find something more comfortable to wear, that might help.

Getting up, she walked over to the closet, desperately going through her clothes. There just had to be something that wouldn't stick to her body. The heat was doing a good enough job of that. Finding noththatthat looked even remotely comfortable and cool, she started rummaging through the chest of drawers. Surely she would find something in here. She held up a very skimpy piece of lingerie long forgotten about. Even it seemed too hot and confining for a day like today.

"Blast!"

"A cold drink my dear?" Daniel Gregg came through the door, an icy glass of water in his hand.

"Thank-you." She took it gratefully. Careful not to drink it too fast. "It's just what I needed."

"I'm glad I could help." He sat down toward the bottom of the bed. "It is an annoying hot isn't it? Of course I don't believe it is as hot in here now as it was about half an hour ago."

Carolyn shook her head, knowing he wasn't talking about the weather. "No, not quite." She smiled, her body screaming suddenly that it was HER fault. Was it right to want a man this much? A ghost? Her heart sped up and her body began to tingle, a tingle that was turning into a slow ache. �For heavens sake Carolyn, it's much too hot to be thinking about such things.� Or was it?

"Thank-you for the water," she said again, catching an escaping drop with her tongue. He winced at the action, wishing that he was the one catching that drop. The thought of her body slick with sweat, sliding into his was enough to make a ghost feel like a human being. It took everything in him not to cross the room to where she was standing and ravish her. A ravishing he knew that would be more than welcome.

"Well, I just wanted to bring you the drink, so I'll get back to my sea charts," he said a little too casually. "Scruffy, come along with me." He whistled for the little dog.

Left alone with her water and her overactive hormones, Carolyn went back to her typewriter, determined to get the article done at all costs. Oh God, she wanted him. She could almost feel his long lean body pressed up against her, his hands roaming her body, his tongue wrapped inside of hers. "Think Carolyn," she said out loud, "You are writing an article on the Pripet lighthouse and how it needs to be saved. You are not writing a treatise on how your thighs are aching and your hormones are protesting and how your sexual peak is definitely peaking. You and Daniel talked about this, you decided to take it slow and easy." �Slow and easy? She didn't even want to think of the mental picture those words brought up.�

Knowing Daniel wasn't in the room, or nearby, she stripped out of her clothes down to her bra and panties, feeling better already with even just the lightweight dress gone. But she had to find something. Seeing the paper bag laying on top of the bureau, she picked it up, wondering what could be in it. Oh yes, the undershirts she had bought for Jonathan last week. She had been so excited to see them and get on with the rest of her shopping she hadn't noticed until she got home she had picked up men's instead of boys.

Compulsively, she ripped the package open, holding the shirt up to herself.

"I think it will fit just fine!" She slipped it over her head. �It still didn't look right,� she thought, or was as comfortable as she was hoping. She pulled the shirt back off, unhooked her bra clasps and then put the sleeveless T-shirt back on. Oh, that was much better!

Inspiration overtook her, and for the next three hours she wrote. The words seemed to fly onto the page, and when she proofread what she had written she found very little wrong with it.

She went to him, their bodies fitting together as though they had always been doing so. His tongue left her mouth after several minutes, licking her skin, catching the driblets of sweat that lingered on her body. She wrapped her legs around him, feeling him so hard against her. A bolt of electricity seemed to go through her when he took her nipple in his mouth, rolling over the tight bud with his teeth.

When he entered her, she knew it was something much better than ordinary electric current. Once more she couldn't help but think how fully he filled her. Hips rubbing against hips; her hands pushing on his buttocks, his favoring her nipples. His thrusts made the bed shake, as did hers when she rose up to meet him. Sweat was pouring off of her body, the smell of salt mixing with the pure musk of sex.

Completing their cycle close to the same moment, the bed rattled as Carolyn arched up further into him.

"Oh God," he muttered as he felt his body releasing with hers. Not wanting the feeling to die too soon, they moved together in one swift motion, clinging to one another. And then the bed gave out a creak and a snap and they were still on the mattress but it waw onw on the floor.

"Are you all right?" he asked her, looking like he didn't q bel believe what had happened.

"I guess we weren't quite careful enough," she giggled, her hands wiping the tears of laughter off of her face. "Can we fix it?"

"In time," he smiled. "I hope. I've had this bed for quite a while, but didn't realize just how long."

She laughed until she couldn't laugh any more and he couldn't help but join in.

"Oh my love . . . " He looked at her, his blue eyes smoldering for her.

"What do we do now?" askeasked.

"I'm not sure," he admitted freely. "Surely it won't be too hard to put back together. I thought the workmanship better than that!"

"Like you said before, it's old and perhaps not used to such activity?" she raised her eyebrows in question.

"Perhaps not." He answered her solemnly, but with a hint of laughter.

"Let me help you up." He gave her his hand.

"No, let's just lie here." She shook her head. "Just let me feel you against me."

They cuddled together on the fallen mattress, his hand running through her damp hair.

"You know," he whispered, "In this hot weather I didn�t think this togetherness would be that comfortable for you."

"It's worth it," she assured him. "So worth it. And if you are going to be hot, well then you might as well have a very good reason to be."

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It was hard to keep their hands off of one another and after a while they stopped trying. They had spent the last two and half years getting to know one another emotionally and mentally and now were catching up on the physical aspect.

She sat straddling him, his knees coming up to hold her His His body was muscular as she knew it would be, peppered with tiny scars.

"Where did these come from?" she asked him, running her finger across a series of the markings that were past his stomach.

"Those were from an operation," he told her. "Appendix, I believe. All I really remember was the most obnoxious pain I had ever experienced, and it occurred in the middle of the Indian Ocean.>

"Did you have a doctor on board?" She looked worried; as though it had happened just yesterday and not 100 years ago.

"No, my love, we didn't. I was the only one with any kind of medical knowledge on board and it was very limited. If I am remembering correctly, the ship's cook did it while I tried to tell him what to do by looking in a book."

"Are you telling me the truth?" She looked down at him, doubt in her eyes.

"Why would I make such a story up?" He reached up a hand to touch her breasts.

"I'm not sure," she smiled, "but if you say so." His fingers reverently touched her, moving closer to the waiting nipple. When he made contact, she gasped and he smiled.

"I see I have found one of your pleasure spots. I'm very much looking forward to finding the others."

"Any time you want to start looking. I�d be happy to oblige." The feel of his hands coming up under her and cupping her buttocks was heavenly and she wondered if such things had always been this nice or was it just with him? Carolyn reached for his penis, loving the smoothness and warmth in her hands. She moved her legs further apart and placed him inside of her. Seeing what she wanted, he got off his back so that they were now chest to chest, rolling with one another in this upright position. It was hard work, but they were rewarded with one fit of pleasure after another.

He rolled her down the mattress � her head near the edge, and stretched out over her.

And then everything went da

The light over the fireplace went out, and the fan stopped turning and everything grew still. The only sounds were the ones of the night coming in the through the open door. The room was so dark, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

"What the devil happened?" Carolyn felt Daniel sit up.

"M we we blew a fuse?" She pulled herself up from her cross-legged position and walked over to the French Doors. "Oh Daniel . . . " she turned to face him, even though she couldn't see him. "The stars are even more beautiful."

She heard him get off of the mattress and materialize beside her. "It's much safer this way."

She heard him grin.

"You can't see in the dark, like a cat?" she laughed.

"What do you think I am, a blasted owl?" Taking hands, they walked outo tho the balcony, nothing but stars and darkness for miles around.

"I don't think it's a fuse." She shook her head. "On a night as clear as this, you can usually see the lights from the Schooner Bay ball field. There is nothing."

They stood against the railing, his arms holding her tight and looked at the show of heavenly bodies over their heads.

"Must be a blackout," she said, after a while. "All the electricity that has been used lately."

Scruffy let out a bark and it startled both of them.

"Poor fella!" Carolyn turned around, running into the Captain's firm chest. "I hope he's not scared."

Carefully she made her way back into the bedroom, feeling her way over to the dresser. After several attempts and hitting the wood, she found the package of undershirts and slipped another one over her head. Finding a pair of underwear, she put those on as well and slowly made her way for the doorway.

"What you need my dear, is a candle." Daniel said right before one appeared in her hands.

"Thank-you kind sir." She smiled into the darkness. "And what else I need is for you to come with me."

"At your service." She could see him bow in the filmy light of the candle.

They found Scruffy in the kitchen, nosing around the pantry and looking fine, but upon seeing them the dog started to whine.

"Faker." Carolyn addressed him affectionately. Putting the candle down on the stove she crouched down beside the little terrier and began to pet him. "And here we were feeling sorry for you!" she told him. His coat felt hot and she wondered again how it was making it in this heat with that fur coat.

"How do you open the can without the device?" The Captain asked her. "It's electric, is it not?"

"It is indeed and yes it won't work. But unless I've already used it, I should have a bag of dry food in the pantry for him." Once more she picked up the candle and began to rifle through the contents, finding what she was looking for. Carefully she filled his bowl and noticed he still had water. "There you go, boy." She scratched the dog's ears. "I hope the lights do come back on soon too."

"What do we do now?" The seaman asked her, sitting down on a kitchen chair.

"What do you have in mind?" she gave him a smile. Wiping her forehead, she sighed. "I hope it's something to help me forget how hot and dark it is."

"It does seem more oppressive in here without the lights, doesn't it?" he said. "The candle doesn't seem to be doing much good." She nodded bending to blow it out, it taking a few minutes to adjust to the darkness incasing them in its blackness.

"Now you can see how much good it was doing, " she said. " It's like a tomb in here." Even though she knew who's finger it was that reached out to touch her leg, she still screamed a little when she felt him brush her skin. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting that," she said quietly. "You could scare the life out of a person, doing that." They heard Scruffy walk out into the service porch and then heard the slap of the newly installed dog flap as he walked out into the yard.

"I just wanted to see if you were there," he said in a manner that let her know he was smiling widely.

"Where else would I be?" Her smile was just as wide. "Where exactly are you?"

"Come and find me," he challenged.

He climaxed before she did, the slickness of his male moisture filling her palm. The air seemed to be full of him, him as a fully sexual man, full of passion and desire and she knew she could get drunk off it. She turned off the part of her brain that told her it shouldn't be happening and reached her arms up around his neck to give him better leverage to work from.

"Come here, my lovely," he said in whispered tones. Slipping her off his lap, he once more pulled her underpants down, leaving them on the kitchen floor before picking her up, wrapping her legs around him.

Using the aged icebox as support for her back, he entered her with one mighty thrust that instantly found its mark, making her body melt with the impact of the orgasm. With every thrust, he prolonged the heat that was dripping down inside of her and she wondered briefly if indeed she was dreaming. Burying her head on his shoulder, she squeaked as he exploded inside of her and she knew that nothing that felt like this could be a dream.

When he finally released her, her body was dripping with sweat and her breathing heavy from their extrusions. As he held her, feeling her damp body against him, she suddenly understood that for the first time love and lust did indeed go together. They could walk hand in hand not taking from one another but complimenting.

"I wish we had a shower," she looked up at him, her eyes bright. "That way we could kill two birds with one stone," she wiped her forehead. "But hey," she smiled before he could say anything. "We do have a hose."

"A hose?" He followed her outside like a puppy, wondering what she was up to.

She walked over to the side of the house and turned on the spigot, letting the water run for a while. "It's hot too," she told him, "Everything is so darn hot around here. Of course that's not necessarily a bad thing." She scanned his body hungrily.

"So what do we do with the water?" He asked her, thinking of a couple of ideas himself.

"This," she blasted him with water, making him jump. He laughed and tried to get the device from her, but she was too quick. Making a lunge for the hose, he slipped on the wet grass and fell flat.

"Daniel?" She crouched down beside him. "Are you okay?"

He laid there quietly just long enough to scare her, before he reached up and grabbed her and the hose.

"No fair!" She squealed, enjoying the spray of water that was coming over her. They played in the spray of the water, enjoying the freedom of being with one another.

"You look good wet," she told him, her mouth watering at the sight of his gleaming body.

"It certainly does things for you too." He touched her breasts through the T-shirt that she could see even in the dark was extremely revealing. She let the hose drop, the water squirting up over them. His hands reached up under the wet cloth, grabbing her tight nipples, watching her body's reaction.

"Let's go down to the beach," she whispere"I'"I've always wanted to make love on the beach."

"Then your wish is my command," he picked her up and suddenly they were on the beach. The water felt actually cool to her feet and she sighed. They found a stretch of sand that was smooth and damp from the water and carefully he laid her down, but before laying down on top of her: "I think we might get a bit wet here," he told her, pulling the T-shirt off of her. "But I think it will help keep the sand out of some other places."

"Shut up and kiss me," she pulled the back of his head toward her. "Make love to me."

He wiped his mouth over her breasts, down her stomach and then rolling her over, placed his hands on her bottom and licked the inside. Her body was flaying � trying to hang onto something. She shrieked out her want and felt her body seem to soar through the clouds and hoped it would never hit earth. After a while, he rolled her on her back and they explored every nook and crevice they could find � Carolyn finding out that his belly button was more than a little sensitive.

The sun was rising over the ocean as their bodies joined together in the dance of the ages, the sounds of passion mixing with the wild cry of the seagulls. The water washed around them, feeding their passion.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear as he held her close. She was shivering with the impact of their lovemaking, noticing that he too was trembling.

"You love me?" Her eyes filled with tears, and she found she couldn't look at him.

"I love you more than I ever thought possible." His voice was low.

To his horror she started to cry.

"What's wrong my sweet Carolyn? Was I wrong to tell you how I feel? Maybe you don't feel the same?" Although he was sure she did, after today.

"You love me!" She almost shouted. "I've loved you for so long, but never thought you could return it."

"Look at me," he commanded.

"No." She kept staring at the sand.

"Look at me, woman!"

Doing as he said, she turned her eyes on him and saw the love he was talking about there in his eyes.

"Why would you think that?"

"I never thought of myself as lovable," she said without pride. "You've had so many women and lived such an amazing life and me, I'm just a woman who thinks she can write."

"Never, ever talk about yourself that way again. I will not allow it. You are the woman I love. And you must never forget that!"

They shared a kiss and then another, a glow of contentment settling over them.

"We better get back to the house," she said, and he agreed. "The sun is up now and we don't want to cause any scandals."

He materialized them by the back of the house and they both headed for the door. "We better do something about that bed," she called over her shoulder, happy to see from the clock in the kitchen that the electricity was back on.

"Right," he agreed, coming up behind her. "When does Martha get back?"

"I need to check her letter, but I think she will be here . . . Oh my God, the clothes!"

"What clothes? Oh the clothes . . ." He looked as rattled as she felt.

Sure enough, a quick survey of the outside showed the lawn was littered with their discarded clothing � including one of the lions that was now sporting her T-shirt.

"We would have had some explaining to do," she said, as they picked up the last of it.

"Indeed," he agreed. "But then, on the other hand, it might have given her something to wonder about."

Carolyn shook her head and walked ahead of him, toward the house. The sun was still beating down on the earth and already she could feel the heat boring into the back of her head. "Too Darn Hot," she said aloud. "But what a way to spend it!"
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