His parted lips were all the invitation she needed to delve in and explore his mouth with her seeking tongue, mapping every contour she could as she felt his hands move up her body, caressing her and leaving heated trails through the fabric of the dress she wore.

A dress that didn't belong to her but, was the only thing given to her. She didn't know who's scent lingered on it or who the soaps belonged to but, their scent lingered with hers, mixing in to create something unique and alluring to him.

As he pulled away, it took a few moments to bring her mind back into focus to hear what he was saying. Rip definitely wasn't his Anya, she was something and someone completely different. She shouldn't let whatever this was pull her in, this had to be a mistake, right?

But, her instincts insisted. Whatever that flash was, it shocked awake apart of her that had been dormant and suppressed for quite some time... and now she couldn't resist even if she wanted to.

Rip nodded, knowing that they both felt that desperate need as his hands slipped into her long silken raven hair just before reclaiming her lips again. She melted into this kiss, responding just as fiercely and as insistent as he was while her own hands moved to rest on his shoulders and soon she had her arms around him, her body pressed against his in a need for more contact.

Whatever was driving them...It wasn't letting them go.