It was late in the evening, the sun had only just set and the atmosphere was rather calm..domestic even. Ben was sitting on an armchair, his legs open wide as always, his hands reaching up to your hips and pulling you to stand in-between his legs.

The shirt you'd stolen from him reached all the way to your thighs, a loose fit that just made you look even more enticing to him. A flicker of warmth sparked in his eyes as he looked up at you.

The only reason Ben was still calm at the moment was because you were being gentle. Anything more and he'd want to ravish you there and then. "Baby.. don't push it." He warned quietly, his voice still firm and low while his hands moved over your body, caressing your sides, the way a man touches something that belongs to him before leaning forward with the ghost of a smile forming on his lips. "Do me a favor, hon.. get me a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet..'n' put some proper clothes on, will ya?"