We ended up at some generic motel a few blocks from the Plaza. I still can't remember the name of it, but does it really matter? It was decent, almost a little respectable looking, and it had a nice bed.

Beyond that, I didn't give a rat's arse as long as Daniel was there.

He dragged me into the room like a man with a mission. His hands were everywhere, and so were mine; we couldn't touch each other enough. He started undressing me, oh, so slowly. When I unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it off, he practically ripped the rest of my clothes off, picked me up, and tossed me on the bed. He was on it a split-second later, our bodies pressing together urgently.

Then he pulled back and gave me this *look*. His touches became slower, gentler, so tender I wanted to cry. As it was, I was trembling madly against him.

It was like he knew what I wanted before I did. And, damn, but he was good at giving it to me. Somehow he knew exactly where to touch me to make me feel good, and I couldn't stop moaning. His kisses went straight to my soul.

//So perfect...I've never felt like this before.//

When Daniel's mouth started moving down my chest, I reached for him, needing his lips back on mine. He worshipped my body with his, pushing my hands away. I stifled a moan of frustration. He pushed me back on the mattress and took the aggressive role, quite well, really.

My head dropped back, and I moaned when I felt his mouth on me. //So good. I can't be his first - he has to have done this before.// I tangled my hands in his hair, desperate to keep him there. For all the head jobs I'd given in my life, I had very limited experience in getting them, and I hoped it wasn't too obvious.

He touched me all over while he sucked me off. I was quickly getting beyond the point of caring whether he was gentle or not, I just wanted to keep that glorious feeling.

He was incredibly good at this. I was having a very hard time remembering that he had told me he'd never been with a man before, but it didn't matter whether he'd been with one or a hundred, just that he was here, with me, now.

Finally, he did something inventive that completely blew me away. My hips bucked, my hands clenched in his hair, and I moaned loud enough that the cars passing the motel ought to have been able to hear it as I came.

//Ohgodohgodohgodohgod...Daniel!//

When it was over, he slid back up and let me snuggle against him; it was one of the happiest moments of my life. I was smiling in a dopey, dreamy way, and his arms went around me. I kissed my dream-lover's neck with sighed in utter contentment.

"That was lovely..."

Did I say I never had time to fall in love? I was wrong. I was most definitely falling for Daniel.

"No kidding."

He sounded a bit off.

"No kidding, Daniel. You are quite the master."

He shifted a little. "Shouldn't I be saying that to you? I mean, you've had far more practice."

I knew he didn't mean for it to sound like that, but it cut me all the same. I sat up and turned my face away so he couldn't see my eyes get a bit watery.

"I didn't mean..."

//I know you didn't, Dan.// "I know you didn't. I'm sorry, I'm not...used to this." I dared to look at him. "It's usually a lot more... impersonal. It's easier that way... It's silly, I know."

We were both quiet for an endless moment.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, I'm fine, really." I tried to smile like I meant it, but he wasn't fooled.

He reached out and took me in his arms again, hands stroking down my arms tenderly. We just lay there for a while, quiet and warm. I never understood what made me do it, but for some reason I started talking.

It was just sort of an aimless autobiography, sketching out a rough summary of my life for him.

I told him ordinary things, and things that not many people knew. I talked about working at Woody's before it became what it is now, about how I was tortured in high school for liking boys, but the same boys who tormented me came begging for blow jobs behind the school dances. I told him how music was everything to me, writing the lyrics to expose my soul.

He listened intently. I know I scared him a few times with some of the stories about what I'd been through, but I didn't care about those things while I was in his arms.

In the morning we woke up and dressed in an awkward silence. He paid me, and I had to force myself not to beg him to keep me. I didn't want to leave, but heaven had given me my one night, and it was over. We parted ways, Daniel taking my heart with him when he drove off.

//I'm not going to see him again.//

I sat down on the sidewalk and cried.