Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

Robert Lake was a maintenance man at Union college. His primary assignment was the Graduate Student Library. Ordinarily it was a very quiet place, even more so than most libraries since it was restricted to Grad students, it had little traffic, and what traffic there was were very studious students. Chief among it’s qualities were the extensive stacks, where rare and valuable books were available to be read by it clientele. Since the books were so valuable they never left the library. Instead, the library included among the stacks 20 small reading rooms equipped with closed doors, a desk and lamp, and reclining chair, as well as high speed internet access. The library was open from 7 am till midnight seven days a week. The maintenance staff arrived at 11 pm and quit at 8 each morning with an hour off for lunch. The work was safe and steady and paid very well. “ Bob” as was printed on his uniform liked his job and did good work. In return, he was liked by everyone. He was 37 years old and had been with the college for 18 years.
Earlier that summer, the college had hired a new night shift Librarian, Elizabeth Evans. Everyone called her Liz. She was 27 and had graduated with her masters in Library Science a year ago. Liz was friendly and outgoing and so far was well accepted at the Library. She was not used to the extreme quite of her job though, as she had started out managing a busy college bookstore at the state university, which had very high traffic. The relatively high pay and secure nature of the job, as well as the opportunity to continue her studies we major factors in why she was there.
For the past several months, the interaction between Liz and Bob had consisted of Bob saying hello to Liz when he started his day, and his receiving a daily list of needed repairs. This had gone on unchanged for the past 5 months. Things were working out fine. That routine was about to change… for the better.

Liz had given her list to Bob and closed up for the night. she walked out of the library and the door closed locking automatically behind her as usual. She walked to her car and reached in her purse for her keys. She didn't have them. Where were they?? she retraced her steps in her mind. She had set them on the counter with her cell phone, picked up her books and....Damn! they were still on the counter and so was her phone! now what? She went back to the library and tried the door. She rattled it but it wouldn't open. She banged hard on the door and suddenly alarm bells sounded everywhere. Before she knew what was happening the police were there. They handcuffed her, and went through her purse. No I.D. "ma'am do you have a drivers license? why were you breaking in to the library?

She rolled her eyes, standing her full height, hands on her hips, as she looked up at the bruiser of a wanna be police officer. “I am not breaking in. I am the night manager of the library, I left my keys on my desk, along with my cell phone.” Man, she hated secrutiy, nothing but ranks filled with men, all suffering from small penis syndrome.

She dug in her purse looking for a business card. “Just please, call the main switchboard, the night janitors should be about, I just need my keys.”

She handed the sceptical beast her card, which he turned over and back in his hands as if trying to discern it’s authenticity. He passed it off to his partner, who went through the same motion.

Liz’s chest heaved under her black scoop neck sweater, a blush creeping up her cheeks as Goon one ran his eyes over her. From her peep toed heels, stocking legs to the modest hem of her pencil skirt and up to her chest. His eyes stopped there, as he spoke. “You don’t look like any librarian I’ve ever seen, does she?” He nodded at Goon 2 for agreement, and Liz felt the scathing rake of eyes all over again.

She was pretty, she knew it, knew how to accent her good features and hide the not so good ones, but these cretins and yes they looked like they shaved themselves hairless, were starting to prick her nerves.


“Look, just call them already? Tell them to come to the front door, they can ever bring my phone and my keys. Isn’t your mantra protect and serve? You aren’t doing either one very well right now are you?”

Her tone was acrid, scathing as she glared at them. “And by the way, asshole, eyes” she motioned to her breasts with her hand drawing the oafs’ attention. “are up here.” She finished haughtily.

The first officer had his handcuffs out and was ready to use them when Bob reached the front door. Opening it he called out" Liz! what the hell is going on?" Seeing the police he said "is there a problem officer? Why do you have our librarian in cuffs?" The two officers looked sheepishly at each other, then one said, "How do i know you aren't her accomplice?" Bob now annoyed said simply "check my ID asshole... i mean officer.. Don't you boys have somethin' better to do? Arresting the library manager wont look good on your record. Now why don't you just take your cuffs and run along." He escorted Liz into the building and quickly locked the door before the cops could mount an argument. You were in a bit of trouble there weren't you? He said to Liz as they walked back to her desk. Its a good thing I wasn't scrubbing floors. The machine makes so much noise I'd never have heard the alarm. He'd never seen Liz so upset and flustered. Her face was flushed, and her hair down and she had been a regular wildcat out there. Not the demure Librarian he greeted every day. He got her her keys, wallet, and phone and walked her to her car. they stopped for a moment before she got in and got better aquainted.

Liz was still vibrating from the adrenaline running through her system, as she walked with Bob to get her keys and phone.

”Yes, it was not going well. I hate misogynistic, self righteous, arrogant assholes. Which unfortunately seem to be the cream of the crop for wannabe cops.” She took a deep breath, her chest filling her sweater nicely and holding it for a moment, before releasing it, long and slow, her eyes closed, centering herself.

“All right, I’m sorry,” she chuckled softly. “Nothing gets me more upset than dealing with arrogant morons. Do you mind, walking me to my car? I don’t want to run into Dumb and Dumber while in the parkade.” She smiled at Bob, her temper cooling.

They walked in silence to her hatchback coupe. She turned to look at him, placing her hand on his arm. “Thank you again for rescuing me, I bet that kind of drama doesn’t happen here often.”

She looked up at him, blushing slightly before taking her hand back. She was grateful , the events of the evening casting a hero’s glow over this understated gent, who she’d barely even known. She wondered if he made a habit of rescuing girls.

The next day as Bob stopped by Liz's station on the way to pick up his list, he handed her a small package wrapped in gold paper and gave her a wink. Liz looked stunned when he handed her the small box. "Good" he thought "I surprised her" He picked up is folder and headed to his work room smiling, thinking about the previous night made him chuckle, it really was humorous, though not for Liz at the time. He opened his folder and there were the usual things; desk lamp out, water fountain leaks, cracked window pain 3rd level, but one item caught his eye: No power in reading room 7. "NO power??? thats odd" he thought. He went to the basement and checked the breaker. The power was on. "What was going on?" he thought. He went back up to room 7. It was totally dark, he flipped the light switch. Nothing he took out his flashlight and scanned the room. Everything seemed normal. Then his light caught a glimps of a small piece of Gold paper on the desk and something white with purple polkadots.

(Earlier at her desk)

Liz looked at the box a moment then opened it. Inside she found A magnetic key holder and something wrapped in tissue paper. She carefully opened the paper and found a small gold chain with a locket. Inside the locket was a phone number. There was a note with the key box. "In case I'm not there to help. I enjoyed our talk last night. You brightened my day!"

Liz, was shocked at the gift from Bob. It was thoughtful, and too much, by far too much. Yes, she had had fun talking as they stood outside her car talking. He had, throughout the course of the conversation reminded her of a knight of old.

Chivalrous and brave, yet doomed to roam alone, forever misunderstood and misguided.

She smiled softly. She was flattered he had made such a gesture. She closed the box and moved to put it into the small bag she had bought before coming to work. She frowned. The small gold bag, with the gold tissue was not in her bottom drawer, locked with her purse, like it should have been.

Liz closed the drawer, locking it again, her keys hanging from a delicately beaded chain about her neck sitting perfectly in the open v neck of her button up shirt. She stood, catching her reflection. Her outfit today was a smartly put together beige suit, with cuffed dress pants and tailored jacket, sitting over a soft lavender collared shirt, open to just above her cleavage, right where her keys landed.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she went looking. That little bag had cost her a fortune. She retraced her steps earlier and finally came to reading room 7. It had to be here, as she staved down her panic. She opened the door, finding it unlocked.

And walked in to Bob, holding his flashlight, about to peer into the little parcel. She leaned in the door way, arms folded just under her chest, watching him, smiling. Wasn’t he going to be surprised when he pulled a little purple and white poke-a-dotted hippo from it, with a small golden ring around it’s neck. Given the look of anticipation on his face, he was hoping it some something else. She bit her lip as she watched him raid the parcel, the look of earth shattering disappointment, made her laugh and reveal herself.

“Expecting to find something else? Like a thong, or a bra?” She laughed, sailing into the room, and taking the package from him. “It’s for my niece, her fifth birthday is tomorrow, and she loves hippos, and rings, like her Auntie.” Her fingers brushed his as she accepted the parcel, putting it back together. She paused, leaning in to him, she whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

“And my thong is black and purple poke-a-dots,” She smiled as she walked from the room. She shouldn’t have teased him, but he left himself open with that look of longing lust.

Liz made her way back to the desk, locking her present up tight, and opening her laptop to pull reports and purchasing requests, still smiling at being such a tease.

As Bob stood alone in the dark room he was puzzled. “Had she left this as a trap? He didn’t know how to feel. She almost seemed indignant, but what had he done? But then why had she told him about her thong? It didn’t make sense.” He shook his head and went about finding out why it was the lights didn’t work. One by one he checked the fixtures. Each one had an unscrewed bulb. Someone had done this deliberately. Grad students weren’t big on pranks, He was determined to find out who and why. He didn’t bother with Campus police, he knew they were worthless . Bob checked the rest of the room and checked this item off the maintenance list, then went about his business. As he was sweeping the main floor he passed Liz’s desk. She was packing up to go home. He couldn’t help but look as she was bent over at that locked drawer, her thin beige slacks were pulled tight across her shapely bottom….No panty-line at all. She was either wearing a thong or … he shook his head at the thought…. Nothing at all under her slacks. As she stood up he smiled and gave her a wave and said “night Liz… don’t forget your keys!”

It was three or four minutes later when an awful thought occurred to him. Someone was after Liz. No one would be after him, and why else darken a room in the graduate library. He dropped his broom, and grabbed a large wrench from his closet. He followed quietly behind Liz as she left the building. He watched from a distance as she walked to her car and reached inside her blouse to retrieve her keys. Just then a flashlight came on a few feet away. It was focused on the front of her blouse. Bob couldn’t see for sure but it looked like a campus cop. He came a little closer and waited within earshot as the young cop (one of the two from the previous night) started to question her. Was she alone? Was there anything he could do for her? He could hear the snarl in the cops voice and the fear in Liz’s still he waited until the cop told her to open the back door and lie down on the seat, and drew his gun. As Liz, hands shaking, fumbled with her keys, Bob crept up and lowered his wrench on the cop’s wrist. The gun went flying and the cop ran. Bob stationed his 6’2” frame between Liz and the cop. He stood there till the cop as out of sight. He turned to her and gently asked. Are you alright?

Liz started as she stood from locking the drawer. Seeing his slight smile, she laughed internally. She knew where his eyes had been, and what they had not found. She shook her keys at him. “Thanks, hun, I got ‘em. See you tomorrow night!” She waved still mildly amused at the obvious flirtation and tension that seemed to be building between them.

She shook her head. She’d always been a flirt and a closet tease, but she knew when to let things go. But the fun she was having at this moment was worth the risk of whatever would come of it.

Walking to her car, she was oblivious to the shadow following her, until the flash light lived up to its name and flashed in her eyes. She could feel the heat of the beam of light resting right above the opening of her shirt. She recognized the voice from last nights adventure.

“Where’s your buddy? Thought it was more manly to go one on one? And aside from that, I am not answering your questions jackass.”

The swear had died on her lips as the Rent-a-cop demanded she open her car and lay down on the back seat, and took his piece out to enforce it. She nearly dropped her keys as she fumbled to hit the button for the remote entry.

Opening the door she scanned the inside, looking for something to attack him with. There was no way this goon was going to take a piece of her ass without a fight. She paused waiting for him to position himself, then planning to land a well placed heel to the groin, but she heard the sickening whack of metal on flesh first, and the clatter of the gun being dropped on the floor.

She looked up from her position to see Bob, standing at the door of her car, blocking her safely in, as though he was guardian of the most prized treasure in Atlantis.

“Thank you,” she said softly, indebt to him now for two rescues.

"Are you alright?" he repeated this time a bit more urgently. After confirming she was, he said I'm going to find the gun. Wait here, I'll drive you to the city police station in just a minute. Leaving with flashlight in hand. He was back in a minute, the gun safely suspended from his ball point pen. "Come on, we have to report this now!" Bob got in her car and took her keys, before leaving he called the police station and warned them they were coming and why. When they arrived they found the cop there ahead of them claiming he was the victim. "Arrest them", he demanded. Bob remained calm and took out his cell phone. "You mind explaining this?" he asked, as he played the video for everyone in the room. There was the cop gun drawn on an unarmed Liz as she fumbled with her keys. We'll need that, the lieutenant said as his partner cuffed the campus cop. You screwed up boy, was all he said looking at the campus policeman with disgust. "you two are free to go" an officer will be by the library tomorrow to get your statements" "Were only both there from eleven to midnight". Bob said.

Liz had wanted to protest, she didn’t want the hassle of reporting the rent a cop, but Bob was in charge, and the urgency he seemed to exude overrode her doubts. When they walked into the station, seeing the goon, nearly made her puke. It was Bob’s arm about her waist that tethered her to a safe here and now, none where someone would have to go through him first, before he’s let anyone take her from him.

Liz shivered, as she heard the scratchy audio on the video.

He had been ready to rape her.

The thought sent fireballs of white light through her eyes, she took a deep breath, trying to avoid passing out. She heard Bob answer for her that tomorrow they would be together for only an hour. She nodded vaguely agreeing with the statement. She had to shake her head twice to make sense of his next sting of words, he repeated himself, slower looking into her eyes. She blinked clarifying them.

“Yes, I would appreciate it if you drove me home. I’ll clear it with the library tomorrow, but I would really like that. I don’t really feel up to negotiating traffic.” She offered a weak smile, still fighting the urge to let the flashing lights claim her into darkness.

As Bob started walking Liz out of the police station, she slumped in his arms. Before she could fall he picked her up in his strong arms and carried her out to her car. He sat her in the passenger seat and belted her in. Then he got in and looked through her purse for her driver’s license. Finding it he got her address and took her home. He pulled in the driveway, got out and went to the front door. Searching through her many keys, he finally got the door open. He went back to the car and picked her up and carried her in. Looking for the bedroom, he eventually found it and laid her on the bed. Taking off her jacket and shoes, he pulled a blanket over her, and turned out the light. He went downstairs to close the car door and front door. He was on his way back to the house when he heard a scream. He ran to the bedroom to find her standing in the middle of the bed terrified and screaming. When she saw him she ran and cowered between him and the wall. He turned to her and offered a hug which she accepted willingly and stood there sobbing in his arms. Bob was taken aback by this unusual behavior, but realized she had just experience a traumatic situation. He simply held her and let her cry it out. After 15 minutes or so of shuddering tears she looked up at him with tired eyes, and said ….

Liz knew something wasn't quiet right about the situation this evening, It had bothered her on some rote level that the partners in goon-dom had separated. She kept trying to run the scenario though her mind, tying to find the piece that was niggling in the back of it. The sharp sound of the door closing had jostled her rattled mind causing the scream, which in her ears had sounded stifled, but given the way Bob burst into her room, was obviously louder than intended.

She was grateful for the pair of strong arms wrapped about her, but humiliated too. She was not this weak girl, he seemed to have been introduced to over the last two nights. She took a deep steadying breath, and pulled herself together, and back out of his embrace. She smiled meekly, her lips moving, but not quite touching her eyes.

"Thank you for everything, for last night, for tonight." She looked away and gave a self depreciating snort of a laugh.

"I am starting to think I need to pay you a retainer for being my own personal superhero." With that last bit she looked up at him, the smile, teasing in the light of softly lit room, clearly touching the corners of her eyes, making them look devilishly mischievous.

Bob smiled at her, though he was still a bit shocked at her rapid changes in behavior. One moment she was a spitfire, the next she was sobbing , apparently frightened, on his shoulder . The next she was mischievous prankster. He had no idea what to make of her. He just knew that he was irresistibly intrigued, certain that she was still in danger from the campus police goons, and committed to prevent anything from happening. Not on his watch! “are you all right?” He looked her straight in the eyes with a genuinely concerned expression. “Maybe I should stick around in case the other Neanderthal decides to show up? He was a pretty big boy as I remember, and besides he carries a sidearm ” he looked at her trying to decide which of the three girls he had just met was in control. He didn’t want to offend her, but one way or another no harm would come to her this night. How about I camp out on the couch downstairs. I’m used to being up at this hour. You get a good nights sleep.

Liz shook her head, taking another deep breath. She wasn’t alright, she felt schizophrenic, as if there were different people at battle for control of her body. Taking another breath she met Bob’s eyes, flattered by the concern in them.

“I am okay, just rattled. I would love it if you spent the night, I honestly think I am a bit too wound up to sleep, anyway.” She smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear. She turned her back to him. “If you want to go, make yourself comfortable, I think I am going to take a quick shower, and then I’ll be down. There’s a remote for the TV on the glass coffee table, and help yourself to anything you’d like to drink in the fridge. I don’t really keep alcohol, but there might be a dusty bottle of scotch above the fridge.” She took off her jacket, laying it on the bed with those last words, hearing him move to the doorway.

She sighed and tugged her shirt from the waist of her trousers, before unbuttoning them and slipping the zipper down. As she pushed them off her hips, and down, bending slightly at the waist, she turned, seeing him, hand on the door knob, nearly out the arch, door half pulled shut behind him, frozen watching her. She flushed as she stepped out of her pants, a hint of black lace and purple fabric visible just beneath the hem of her shirt. "Sorry," she said softly, “I thought you were gone,” She bent to pick up her slacks, revealing the unencumbered curve of her round ass, confirming to his eyes she had definitely been wearing the threatened thong.

She heard the door shut firmly, looking back to see herself alone, she wondered what kind of thought was going through his head at this moment. Padding to the bathroom she started the water and removed her shirt. Stepping into the scalding water, she stood under it, until it no longer burned her skin, then set to quickly wash herself.

Emerging just minutes later, she wrapped her hair in a towel and picked out a set of thin cotton lounge pants, and a soft pink and white t-shirt that was threadbare in places, but was her favourite . Towelling her hair, she padded down the stairs to the living room, where Bob sat reclined on the couch, passing channels on the TV.

She smiled sitting beside him. “There, I feel a bit more myself instead of some scattered teenage girl." She looked at him, that playful spark playing at the corner of her eyes. "Are you okay?"

Bob smiled at her. “That depends” he paused with a gleam in his eye “on whether you were really sorry I saw you just now, or you think of it as a happy accident. Maybe….just maybe, it wasn’t an accident.” he looked her in the eyes with wide grin and said “My preference, if I’m allowed to have one is that it weren’t an accident.” “You’re a beautiful young lady.. Far too fine and well educated for a janitor…. From you I would settle for teasing. Right now… as long as your not truly sorry for what I saw, I’m happy.

Bob got a funny look in his eye, paused a moment, and muted the TV.

“The last time I had a young woman to look after, it was my baby sister. She would be about your age now were she alive.” His expression darkened. “Bad men took her from me when I was 17. I vowed then, it would never happen again to a woman I knew, even if it cost me my life. So if I seem a little obsessed, you know why.” He took her hand gently in his own. “I won’t let you pay me, and I won’t really go away. I mean…I won’t be a pest, but I’ll always be there for you if you need me. I owe myself that much. Those two goons from the campus cops…They don’t know who their involved in here, but one has already started to find out.

You are the nicest, sweetest person I have met in a long time, and I love it your letting me be your friend, and I hope a little more! His face brightened and he gave her a wink as he took her hand in his, holding it gingerly.

Liz covered his hand with her own, in a hand sandwich, hers, his and hers again. She smiled up at him.

“I’m sorry to hear about your sister, one day I hope you can tell me what exactly happened. As for earlier,” She leaned into him a bit, the proximity allowing for a very tantalizing look at her bare cleavage, “I’m not sorry, and it was deliberate. I told you the thong was purple and black.” She laughed softly at the flame in his eyes.

She looked at him critically as she leaned back against the arm rest of the couch, planting her feet against his thigh. He was handsome, and wore his age well, so well one could easily mistake him for much younger. But if you looked into his eyes, you could see an old soul; one looking for love and acceptance.

“I think, I enjoy you Bob, I know tonight has been kind of emotional, and so was last night. But I think I would like to get to know you better as well.” She looked up at him meeting his eyes, and smiling a dazzling smile. She was intrigued by this man, his story, and his body.

She had to admit, unless something had drawn her eye to him, if not for last night she may well have not taken notice in such a quiet man. She was very glad she’d decided to have noticed him, with his quiet way but understated handsome looks. She pressed her feet gently into his thigh, feeling it gently with her toes. His legs were well toned under the fabric of his clothes, and before she could stop it, she wondered what he’d look like, gloriously naked, specifically on her bed.

Liz laughed, it had to be late, her mind was going in a dangerous direction, one that if not checked would have them both naked and sweaty before the night was through.

“So tell me more, about what makes Bob, Bob, how come no school? How did you end up being here, as a janitor?” As she talked she moved her feet gently rubbing his thigh.

Bob felt conflicted as he looked into her face and those dazzling eyes. Here in one person was a beautiful, playful, and sensuous woman, a confident professional, a delicate flower, and a compassionate friend. He seemed to be talking with all four at once. He was silent a moment more, then asked, are you sure you want to know? If you peel back those protective layers, there may be some things underneath that you won’t like. He was feeling exposed, and vulnerable, but strangely he wanted nothing more than that.

At the same time, she was teasing him physically. Bob hadn’t been touched that way since college. It was long ago, and the intervening time had made him hypersensitive. Physically he was a bundle of nerves right now. Afraid to let himself go, but even more afraid to bypass the opportunity she was offering by her touch and expression. The body language was unmistakable. The intervening years had done nothing to prevent his understanding it.

Feeling like a swimmer as they enter ice cold water on a hot day, he waited, dreading the shock, but craving the cool refreshment that would follow. He gave in, opening himself to her come what may. They talked more about his baby sister and her untimely death at the hands of a burglar. He told her how some months later he had fallen in love, only to be left for an older more experienced suitor. Those events had changed him. He trusted no-one, and hated unkindness and abuse. He had become the crusader he was today. He had dropped out of college his senior year in engineering school because those around him found him strange, and wouldn’t accept him. He found the janitorial job. It suited him well. Walls and floors and windows didn’t judge ho you looked, or felt , or acted.

Responding to the increasing sensuality of her touch, he moved closer to her, her feet now between his thighs and her toes tucked neatly under her left thigh. He slowly rubbed her thighs through the thin material of her leisure pants, almost unconscious of his actions as he looked into her eyes and they continued to talk. He leaned over on the sofa, and after nuzzling her neck he gave her a soft kiss full on her lips. He held the kiss enjoying the electricity between them. Then kissed he way down her neck to the tops of her breast. His nose buried between them. As he drank in the smell of her perfume and shampoo.

Liz had to admit the power she felt over him was intoxicating. She listened attentively as he talked about his sister, about her death, and his lovers abandonment. It made her heart ache. Such tragedy and loss of potential.

Night manager of the campus library however, did afford her some administrative privileges. She made a note that tomorrow; she’d do some investigation into his records, to see what could be done, to at least get him his degree. She smiled at him, softly, her toes still intimately tucked between his thighs.

“At least you still see the good in those you rescue,” she said softly, as he moved into her space. Liz’s breath caught as Bob kissed her neck, and then her lips. She melted beneath that kiss. He said he’d been out of practice, but if that was the case, she dreaded meeting him when he was at top notch.

She felt the tingle to her toes as he kissed the sloping curve of her cleavage, inhaling her scent. She slid a hand into his hair, gently pulling him away from her. Her chest was heaving, as she traced a finger tip down his jaw line then over his full lips. She smiled at him.

“It’s a good thing you are older than me, had you been in any of my classes, my studies would definitely have suffered.” She winked before resting her lips on his again, just happy and content to kiss.

They were both emotionally charged, and the last thing she wanted was for him to think the offer was not freely given, or worse, regret taking it. She traced her tongue over his lips in a sensuous motion. She sighed softly, she could truly spend the night just kissing him, and be fully satisfied.

Bob pressed his lips to hers , exploring her mouth with his tongue . He was flying high on her response to his affections. The feeling of acceptance made his heart soar. She could have asked him anything at that moment. But she seemed content just to be with him. He was bewildered and befuddle by this woman. But really he was bewitched. Everything within him wanted more of her. Still in the back of his mid old demons lurked and fears rose. Was he going to fast? Too slow? Did he scare her? He didn’t know what to do. He just knew he had found something that he had looked for years, and here she was in his arms!

Liz enjoyed exploring his lips. She could feel the slightest hesitation in him. Not for lack of wanting, at least she hoped, but more out of trepidation. She smiled as she pulled back from him, just slightly looking at the man in front of her.

“You haven’t just “made out” have you? “ She asked the question softly, not accusing or disappointedly, it was more just a statement of fact.

She was smiling at him, watching his face. She moved then, sitting herself close to him, his knee provocatively between hers as she slid her hand over it, caressing gently. She touched every inch of his skin on his arms, before tilting her head back to him and letting their lips touch. Her tongue darting out to taste his lips before delving back into his mouth finding his tongue. She caressed every inch of him, moving ever slightly closer, until she was nearly in his lap, their mouths still locked in the extended kiss.

She finally broke away, slowly, as she settled into his lap, straddling his hips, still fully clothed. She leaned back in, her lips aching for his and kissed him again, slow and deep, the intimacy of kiss astronomical given their position. She enjoyed this more than she could say.

Tonight, there would be no sex between them, just this elaborate and tender kissing. She needed to show him, slow was a very, very good thing, and he was worth working for.

Bob kicked off his shoes and laid back on the couch, pulling Liz on top of him. They continued to kiss and he massaged her back with his strong hands. The warmth of her body felt wonderful him and he help her there in his strong arms. As they kissed and explored each other Lis laid her head on his shoulder. He felt her become quiet and peaceful. Her breathing slowed and he knew that the late hour and the stress of the day had caught up with her and she was now peacefully asleep. He closed his eyes, and hugging her gently, joined her in slumber.

The sound of the doorbell jarred them awake. Liz panicked at first feeling disoriented, but then realized just where she was. “Are you expecting someone?” Bob asked. When she said no, Bob said “please let me answer the door. Go upstairs to your room and take my phone. If you hear anything suspicious, call the city police. Liz went up stairs and Bob opened the front door. Standing there was the other campus cop. He looked confused. Is Elizabeth Evans here he asked? Bob replied, "is there a problem officer?" “You heard me!” the officer shouted as he tried to push past Bob and enter the house. Bob tossed him to the ground and sat on his chest pinning the officers arms. Call the police he shouted as he remove the cops’s gun from his holster and threw it up the stairs. Bob’s larger frame and stronger body were too much for the out of shape campus cop. You don’t have a warrant do you? Bob asked. The cop just spit in his face. A moment later the police arrived. Having heard Liz’s call and knowing the events of the previous night, they arrested the cop. Bob called in to his boss and explained the situation. His boss was a decent man and said “take as much time as you need”.

After the police took the cop and his campus squad car away, Bob walked upstairs and sat down on the top step. He pulled Liz into his lap. His body was shaking.

Liz sat at the top of the stairs listening to the commotion below, safely out of sight. She heard Bob yell for her to call the police, and she hit send on his phone, having all ready plugged in the numbers if needed. She was glad for the quick response time from the city, and even happier still, once they removed the campus cop. Her mind was on overdrive.

It certainly had been a rough night. She was glad Bob had told them, she’d been sleeping upstairs, as the questions were few, and they soon let them alone. She watched as he sat down next to her, and pulled her close. She placed her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapping about him. She could feel him tremble.

“Are you okay?” She asked softly, her fingertips drawing nonexistent patterns on his neck. She looked into his eyes, and saw a mixture of emotions, as he held her tight. Here was a man who seemed to take her safety above anything else, and he was rattled someone who try and attack her in her own home.

“Thank you, for being here, for staying with me, and then dealing with him. I can’t even think of what would have happened had I been alone.” She placed a soft kiss on his cheek, before letting her lips wander to his, kissing them tenderly. It was nearly 4 am, and her adrenaline was pumping, she could feel the pulsing beat of her heart, as she tried to calm herself, and sooth Bob.

Bob was shaking with a combination of rage, fear, and passion. He was definitely overloaded. Liz's soft touch and tender kisses slowly brought him back. " If he had hurt you, I don't know what I would have done." He hugged her close to himself and buried his face in her hair. Tears of relief rolled out of the corner of his eye and onto her cheek before he could stop them. He tried to cover them but it was too late. The look in her eyes just melted his heart and turned the 200 lb man into a gentle giant. Moments before he was about to strangle a man, and now he was as gentle as a kitten.

"I will stay with you anytime, through anything, just say the word."

Liz felt her heart jump slightly. She looked at him. He was handsome, underneath his rough presentation to the world, was a very good looking kind hearted man. She leaned in and gently kissed his lips.

Then she disentangled herself from him. Gently tugging his hand she helped him rise, a soft blush barely visible on her cheeks, she lead him into her room, closing the door behind her. She turned to Bob, her hand still guiding his, and looped it about her waist. She nestled into his neck and placed several soft kisses along it before whispering in his ear.

“I want you to spend the night, with me, here, in my bed, please.”

She looked up at him as she felt his breath hitch. She knew it was an offer he’d not turn down, but she couldn’t think of a better reward for him than curling into his body and sleeping.

The adrenaline fuelled part of her wanted hot, hard, fucking, but he deserved more than just being a casual fuck. Especially, since she was truly enjoying him.

She guided his hands to her hips before taking the hem of her nearly see through t-shirt in her hands. Gently she lifted it off her body, exposing her soft porcelain skin to his view, and her full pert breasts. She took his hand and lead him closer to the bed, her fingers deftly working to slip his shirt from his body.

She took in a harsh breath. He was stunningly solid. She fingertips brushed against his broad chest as she teased the fabric off his body.

She settled in to her bed, her light cotton pants still on as she tugged him down. She was bent on continuing their make out session for a bit before drifting off to sleep in his protective embrace.