She is sure, quiet, she needs no words for this. She slides closer, hooking her legs over his, straddling him, pulling herself into his lap.Her hands ...re smoothing over his chest, hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, coaxing him towards her. “Lizzie,” his whisper is a warning.“I’m not wasting any more time,” she breaths, and closes her lips over his.And he gives in, kissing her back, passionately. Because he wants to, he has wanted to for so long. Because he has failed her and he cannot. That wasn't exactly true. Yes, she wanted more than that. She often desperately wanted more than that, but she had a career to think of. She was going to make a name for herself. She was going to make a difference for this university. She was going to be remembered forever for ground breaking changes brought about by her calm, sure leadership of the research at this great institution. Such intense dedication is why she kept herself away from such things as sex, even if they did call her. "Of course. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Raise a family together. Is something wrong?" I, I don't know if I can have kids. There was some concern after it happened." She looked on the verge of tears.One more reason to hate that bastards that hurt her. I pulled her into my arms for a big hug, ignoring any stray pangs in my back. "Whatever we can do. If you can, great. If you can't and there's anything medical that can be done, we can afford it. If you can't carry, but your eggs. ..as always. They sureweren't good for any kind of real conversation, which he'd already foundout while trying to kill some of the boredom.Dave absently gestured for the servants to leave him alone as he satdown, one of his hands already moving over his smooth skin. He closedhis eyes and sighed at the sensations, reminded as always just how muchmore sensitive his new body was over his old one. And how much moreeasily aroused. Dave had already discovered that his sex drive seemed tobe a bit.