He knew. Of course he knew. She could spell out the crazy in his own eyes when they set their sights on one another. They were literally mad for each other. Still, it was a small comfort to hear it out loud. She was understood...
"We're not going to stop. And we'll get caught."
It almost sounded like a threat to the Latina. He was right, though, and she also had no intention of dragging out their little adventure behind Warren's back any longer than her body insisted it be so. Getting caught wasn't an option. She'd never been a liar or a cheat in her life. That fact was probably what had sent her running into marriage in the first place; a safe haven from behaving like the queen of sinful sots. When her hair was pulled, Zap's hips pressed forward firmly and she gasped at Ronan's lips on her throat...
So therein lay her dilemma. She needed Ronan, and was getting him by the heap, but she was breaking vows and trust and potentially her entire family's happiness. Then Ronan spoke again and she melted down into his chest, so much so that she thought their skin colors might begin to blend. "I love you. And your wee little one." Their wet noses and cheeks and the static in the air and the warmth between their faces felt like home, suddenly. Her fingers left the floor and she put her weight on her chest, pressed hardest yet into Mars. Her hips lifted and she unbelted him, then undid his fly and grasped him through his briefs. Her hands shook and her body relaxed after she drew in a deep, deep throatful of Ronan's spicy, smooth aroma. They were... they'd been talking. Her eyes opened and she looked down into his face, her hand gripping his cock. She swallowed, and breathed out through her mouth, the breath of Mars she'd been holding in like a drag from a pricey Cuban cigar.
"I love you."
Her throat tensed with desire as her ladyparts began to pulsate with electricity and want. "But right now...? I hate you." she whispered, and squeezed him a bit too firmly before moving her hand out of his pants and onto her own fly. He was going to finish what he started and make her come. Zap pushed up to a sitting position then and started undoing his buttons with her free hand while she opened her pants with the other, then looked back to Mars' eyes and spoke: "Don't be shy..."
The Danger Room morphed around them so that Ronan was laying in the carpeted aisle of a large, abandoned Catholic church. Eva bit her lip and muttered around it: "Ay dios mio..." He was wearing a projected priest's collar, and she was still atop him, donning a classic, 1950s-era Mexican look. Her hands stroked down his chest from his collarbones to his waistband. With a roll of her hips, she urged: "¡Pecado conmigo, padre!"