[steve park, peaches, cream, thong underwear, vacuum]

He watched as she frantically ran the vacuum cleaner across the plush carpeting of his house with a smile. She'd been worrying about the damn house being clean all day, and he couldn't help but find it cute.

"Sweetie…" He said, coming up behind her and putting his hands on her waist to stop her ministrations. "Stop."

"Steve, they'll be here tomorrow, this place is a mess, and I…" She sighed, exasperated. "You could help, you know. It's your house."

"But I'm not worried about my folks visiting. They've seen it before." He shrugged and kissed the top of her head.

"Yeah, but this is different. I'm here. I mean, they'll know that we're…" She trailed off and swallowed.

"Living together. So?" He said, tugging on the waistband of her jeans to pull her away from the machine. "Who cares?"

"I care." She said, turning to face him. "I want them to like me. And stuff." She said with a pout and he laughed at her adorable face.

"I love you." He said with a grin, running his hands over her shoulders. "God, you're tense. Stop worrying."

"Steve…" she glared at him slightly. "Not helping." She said as he gently massaged her shoulders. "I still have to get the kitchen…"

He dropped a solid kiss on her open mouth, cutting off her words. Within moments, she melted into his embrace and returned the kiss ardently. "You know what you need?" He murmured as he kissed her earlobe. "You need to relax."

"I will just as soon as…" She began.

"Now." He commanded, his voice suddenly stern, adamant. She stepped back slightly and looked into his glittering sapphire eyes and saw a mixture of amusement, insistence and lust. She knew that look, and her stomach did a slow flip flop.

She was never going to get this house clean, she thought to herself as Steve literally picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, setting her down gently on the bed. "Take off your clothes." He said, his voice low.

She looked at him, defiant, playing with him. "No." She said. He cocked his head, regarding her, before stepping forward and yanking her shirt over her head, exposing a tiny lacy bra. He inhaled sharply as he looked at her.

She raised one eyebrow but never broke eye contact with him.

"Stand up." He ordered.

"No." She said again, trying to hide her smile.

He grabbed both hands and pulled her to her feet. Fumbling slightly, he undid the button and zip of her jeans then snaked them down her legs, moaning as he saw nothing but black, lacy, tiny thong underwear.

"Fucking tease." He murmured, throwing the jeans across the room.

She eyed him up and down, rebelliously, secretly loving the power she had over him, even if he thought he was in control of the situation.

He put hands on her shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed, and she sat down, bouncing slightly on the mattress. She watched him as his eyes roved over her body - her skin the colour of Devonshire cream, her eyes flashing, her body barely covered by the underwear she had picked out not only because it drove Steve mad, but because it made her feel sexy, powerful, hot.

"You said I was tense." She blurted out, unable to let him boss her around anymore.

He looked at her, trying not to smile.

"Do something about it." She commanded. "Now." She said, her voice hard as nails.

"I give the orders." He said, fighting back.

"Not if you expect to crawl into this bed with me tonight." She shot back. "I can take you or leave you." She said seriously, though she wanted to laugh at the shocked expression on his face. He stared at her a moment longer, and she could see his inner battle between wanting to be the boss and wanting to please her. They did this constantly - fought back and forth, first dominant, then submissive. It kept things interesting, to say the least. "Now." She repeated and he jumped slightly at her voice. "But first…"

"What?" He asked, a bit meeker than before.

"Take off your clothes." She ordered, biting her cheek to keep from laughing aloud.

He broke his serious expression and grinned broadly as he pulled of his own shirt and pants before walking around the huge bed to the bedside table. "Lay down." He ordered darkly and she complied, giving back control, at least for a moment or two. He smacked her ass playfully as she wriggled on the bedspread, teasing him.

She hissed when she felt the slick oil hit her skin - the coldness of it and the smell of peaches assaulting her senses. Within moments, he was rubbing it into her skin gently and she felt her muscles relax beneath his large hands.

She moaned in pleasure, and he couldn't help but grin. He knew he had power over her.

She rubbed her body against the bed slightly and moaned in pleasure, hearing him growl in response, and she couldn't help but grin. She knew she had power over him.

"Better?" He murmured in her ear, his chest lying across her back, warming her.

"No." She said wickedly. "More."

"I'm out of oil." He said, dropping the bottle on the floor beside them.

She flipped over and looked him in the eye. "Improvise, Park." She commanded with a wry grin despite her serious voice.

He laughed as she grabbed his hair and pulled him down onto her lips, their hands roving over each other. "So bossy." He muttered as one hand clasped her breast and she writhed under him. He continued to touch her body until she gasped and shuddered beneath him.

"Your turn." She said quietly after a few moments of recovery.

He smiled evilly against her neck as he continued to touch her gently. "On your knees. Now."

"So bossy." She repeated as they looked at each other for a moment, love and lust flickering between them. God, she loved this man and the things he did to her, she thought.

"Now."

She smiled as she slithered out from under him to obey his command.