Oh the way he said her name! It was almost desperate, full of want, love, and so much promise. London's heart ached for him and her body was all to eager to respond. The contract she signed helped her to feel things on a whole other level and right now she felt like her entire body was one giant nerve ending. Each stroke of his tongue, feel of his hips gyrating against her, and whisper of his name was pushing her closer to giving over. London's fingers gripped Dally's shirt tighter as she finally realized they were on the counter. Pulling him closer with her hips she had to pull her lips away before things got to intense. "Darrius...oh god...Darrius..." She moaned as her body and heart cursed her for pulling her lips away again. In her mind she knew that they barely knew one another but her heart cried out that she was in love and it was alright. "I hate to be the mood killer here Marine but fuck..." Laughing she couldn't help it. It had been almost an hour or so since she was shot with the arrow and things had gotten this hot and heavy this fast. Thankful she knew for her at least this went deeper then a sexual want and she hoped that was how Dally felt. "I care for you a great deal Darrius...I don't want a fling." Kissing his lips tenderly she moaned softly, why were his lips so soft and kissable? "I want more handsome. I've done nothing but sexual relationships all my life this time I want more." London's lips trembled as she spoke the next words. "If we don't want the same things...I just don't want one of us getting hurt Darrius. My feelings for you run deeper then you know..." London was hopeful he felt the same.