Lilacs: The Missing Scene

Title: Lilacs: The Missing Scene
Author: sasunnach9
Summary: He said thank you to O'Neil, for driving him home. She said, "Don't thank me yet." See what they'll be thanking one another for come sunrise.
Rating: MA (18+)
Pairing(s): Maxwell/O'Neil
Feedback: A review and rating would rock.
Characters: Bill Maxwell, Ms. O'Neil
Betas: Kos
Author’s notes: Missing Scene from "Lilacs, Mr. Maxwell," written and directed by Robert Culp. First-time scene. Slight AU, in that O'Neil won't be refering to her clandestine lifestyle in this. Written kinda like a journal, for her eyes only, so there's a wee bit of crass language.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters nor anything to do with the "Greatest American Hero" fandom. Original characters and story lines are my copyright, 2005. No money whatsoever has been made from the writing of this story, in this chapter and any additional ones. I hold an end-user license from FictionRatings.com to use their rating system for my homepage and all my fictional works.

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Chapter One.

"Thank you for taking me home," he said to me, like I was the guy and he was the girl.

I clutched his arm to me as we went down the sidewalk to his apartment. I said quietly to him, "Don't thank me yet."

And I took his apartment key, and led him in, like it was my place and he was the visitor.

I could tell he was very shy and unsure of himself, and he chuckled nervously as he made a play of straightening up his little bachelor apartment.

"Sorry, kid, place is a mess, wasn't expecting the company of a lady any time soon."

"Bill, I've got four brothers. This is nothing, don't worry about it! I'm not going to come into your space and tell you what to do."

He stopped his vain attempt to clean and turned to look at me. The tension between us had been building all night. When we went to dinner after the talkshow taping, it was all I could do to keep from grabbing him by the collar and pull him into our first kiss.

I was watching his mouth, and oh, how I love that mouth, and he stepped a little closer.

"You, uh, you want that coffee now?" he asked me.

I moved a step closer to him. Seemed like with each little step we were taking toward one another that earlier tension was rebuilding, and it was getting so bad that it felt like electricity, and the slightest movement would set off a spark.

"I think I can wait on it, Bill. For some reason, I'm not tired any more!" I whispered, inching ever nearer.

He was staring at me, up and down, not hiding the fact he was admiring me so. The sparkle in his dark brown eyes and the little upturned smirk I so adore was fueling me on. I moved my hand up to my throat, slowly loosening the top button of my blouse and he watched me like a man dying of thirst watching a glass of water.

As my fingers fiddled with the blouse, he slowly began to remove his jacket. I watched him as ardently as he'd been watching me. I loved watching the play of muscles over his chest, seeing his shoulders revealed as he slid the jacket off. His gun holster outlined his shoulders, and I couldn't wait to run my hands over him. His neck and throat muscles stretched as he removed the holster, and I stared at him, dying to run my lips and tongue over that smooth tight skin.

All this time, without conscious thought, our feet had been slowly moving us closer, centimeter by centimeter. I didn't realize it until our lips were only inches apart that we'd been drawn together, like two magnets. He's tall, but so am I, and I didn't have to look up too far to see that gorgeous mouth which seemed to have a perpetual smirk on it.

He's got such an expressive face, and his expression at this point left nothing to the imagination. He wanted me, in the worst way. I kept glancing from lips to eyes, not sure which one I loved to look at more. Then there was the delicious neck I wanted so much to touch.

He moved in such a way that his shirt collar separated, and I couldn't resist any longer. Leaving my hands at my sides, I slowly moved forward and softly, oh so softly, kissed the hollow of his throat. The taste of him, the smell of him, almost drove me insane and I began to tingle, my muscles tightening up as I fought the wave of dizziness that hit me.

Oh, I could just fall against that tall frame, let him catch me and sweep me away. But this moment of exploration was exquisite. His little gasp when I touched him with my warm mouth told me I was most definitely beginning to affect him, and we hadn't even done anything yet!

Still holding my mouth against that delicate spot, I let my tongue touch him, tickling his skin, drinking in that sweet taste of him. He started to lift his arms, to put around me, and I firmly held his hands down. He relaxed his arms to his side once more, his head thrown back, and I think he realized I wanted to be in charge for a little while. At least until he could take it no more.

I moved my lips further and further away from the center of his throat, touching more and more of his skin as my hands began to unbutton his shirt. Soon I had the top four buttons undone, running my hands over his bare chest, up his neck, over his shoulders and back. He was almost hyperventilating, he was breathing so hard and so rapid. When I bit him at the base of his neck, next to his exposed shoulder, he'd reached the breaking point.

He grabbed me around the lower back, and practically lifted me off the ground with the powerful embrace. He smashed his mouth against mine, hard, waiting mere seconds for me to react before he thrust his tongue into me. I matched him, throwing my arms over his strong neck, letting my tongue dance with his.

He kissed me with such fire, such passion and ardor, that I could tell by the desperate feel of it that it had been too long for him. He was like a coiled spring, and all that control and tension he kept on that spring, the arrogant and boisterous facade he presented to his everyday world, was about to be released like an explosion.

After an eternity, I pulled away from him, his arms tight around me, and looked into his dark, dark eyes. The pupils were so dilated from the desire overwhelming him that they were almost black. I lost myself in that gaze as he looked down at me. I touched his mouth, swollen from our first passionate kiss, and ran my fingers delicately over it. He nibbled and kissed my fingers, and the sight of that beautiful mouth, those lips, that tongue, made me squirm. I couldn't help but wriggle my legs together, my own tension building and building and begging for release.

"Bill..." I whispered, never leaving that sensual mouth, watching it do its work on my fingers.

"O'Neil..." he whispered over my finger, his voice deep and throaty.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" I asked softly.

"Yes," he said simply, obviously not wanting to go into details. I didn't ask.

"Do you want me...?" I left the question hanging. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to take over, lead the way, if it had been so long for him.

"Kid, I want you to do whatever you want," he said, the little smirk returning to his face, his eyes sparkling with humor.

"Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want."

With his arms still around me, I took his shirt collar into my hands and pulled him closer once more, and I whispered in his ear everything I wanted...everything I wanted to do to him. His answering groan, his mouth pressed against my neck, told me he had no problem with it.

"Oh God, O'Neil," he murmured, more as a blessing than an expletive. "Keep that kinda talk up and this night's going to end way too early!"

I nibbled his little earlobe, so soft and delicate, and breathed softly, "Oh no, not too early! I've got to do something you'll really thank me for."

I separated completely from him and looked around his apartment. I saw a little radio, and set it to an oldies station playing soft music, something he and I would both be familiar with. He'd be the type to keep emergency candles around, and I was right: I found some in a kitchen drawer, took three out with their metal bases and lit them, placing them around the place.

It wasn't the Ritz, but it was something. Soft lighting, soft music playing, and all this time Bill watching me like a cat.

I'd placed one candle each on opposite sides of his bed. As I slowly returned to him, and began unbuttoning my blouse, the soft candlelight gave my skin a glow. I was putting on a show, and I knew it. By the time I was a foot in front of him, I shook the silky blouse off my shoulders, letting it slide down to the floor.

His eyes drilled into me, watching my breasts, encased in the lacy bra I was wearing. It was a color I knew went well with my complexion and hair, and by the gaze he was giving me, I could tell he liked lavendar as well.

He didn't move. He seemed frozen in place. I took his big hands and placed them on the top of my breasts, and it was like a trigger. He was moving his hands all over me now, exploring with those long slender fingers of his. He pushed my breasts together and leaned into them, alternately kissing and nibbling on them, back and forth.

I put my hand on the back of his head, feeling his soft thick hair, and pushed him into me. He drove his tongue into the cleavage, lapping back and forth, then resumed the kissing and nibbling.

It didn't take him long before he was reaching behind me to unfasten my bra, and long time or not, he'd certainly not lost that technique! He had it undone in one twist, and slowly, very slowly, pulled it off me.

He sat down on the edge of his bed and, with his big hands around my waist, pulled me to him. He buried his face between my bared breasts, kissing and lapping at my hot skin.

"God, you're beautiful!" he muttered into me, his hands running over my ass and hips as his tongue and lips continued their explorations. He deliberately stayed at the center of my chest, as if he were savoring me, tasting me as I was tasting his tender throat earlier.

His hands moved up my sides, and he put them around my breasts, again pushing them together so he could kiss and fondle each one, back and forth, as if he wasn't sure which one he wanted more. With only his tongue, he began drawing circles around my right breast, getting closer and closer to the center, deliberately going slow, just to drive me mad.

When his tongue reached its goal, he began to flick my hard little nipple back and forth. I tried pushing into him, to drive it into his wet mouth, but he resisted me. He was so lost in his exploration that all I could do was await on his pleasure.

He suddenly gripped my ass, thrusting me against him, and sucked in my nipple. I screamed at the sensation, throwing my head back as I felt the pull of him all the way down to my groin. He bit down on it, just hard enough to cause a pleasurable yet painful sensation, and I writhed against him, grinding myself against his bared tummy.

"BILL!"

"Hmmmm?" he asked, his tongue and lips never leaving my breast as he rolled the hard little button around, alternately pulling on it and lapping with his soft tongue.

"You...you...OH GOD!" I screamed again, not being able to tell him that for a man who's gone without for so long, he surely had not forgotten how to please a woman! I was close to losing it, and he hadn't even gotten started on me down there! Yet. If his mouth could do this to my tit, I couldn't imagine what he could do further down, and I was getting desperate to find out. Soon.

It took a lot of strength, both physical and emotional, but I managed to pull away from him. He held on to me as long as he could and tugged painfully before releasing my breast.

He smiled up at me, knowing he'd been driving me insane. The sweet, innocent look he gave me didn't fool me for a second.

I smiled down at him, and said, "Don't give me that little innocent boy look. I know what else you want to do with that gorgeous mouth."

"In the worst way." He stood, towering over me, now that we had our shoes off. He began loosening my skirt, and proceeded to get me undressed. He took me by the shoulders and pushed me back a little so he could look me up and down.

I remained silent, letting his eyes rake over me. I raised my eyebrows as if asking, You like? He saw that look and smiled back at me, then leaned in to kiss the nipple he'd been attacking so ferociously, kissing it softly.

I watched him, and the sight of him on my breast began to make me crazy again.

"Bill, you're way overdressed!" I pushed him away far enough to quickly remove his clothes. As he'd examined me so blatantly a few moments before, I did the same with him, and I have to say I was NOT disappointed, by any stretch of the imagination! My goodness, I was tingling, my arms and shoulders going numb, just from the sight of him.

As I'd done before, as well, he watched me looking him over and silently raised his eyebrows, as if asking too, You like?

"Whoo, Bill," I sighed, letting my gaze wander lower once more.

His answering chuckle broke the tension. He pulled me to him, my breasts pressing against him, and whispered, "Hey, what can I say?"

Standing so close, no clothes as a barricade between us, it was my turn to put my hands around his lower back and pull him against me. God, right then and there, I only wanted to knock him down onto the bed and impale myself on him. But I could wait, if he could.

We kissed for a time, bodies pressed together, each of us discovering the other with our hands and fingers. His fingers. Oh my, they're amazing. Long, slender and delicate, I itched to find out what he could do with them. He had the hands of a pianist, and they looked rather out of place on a man who was so tough and aggressive. His legs were the same, long and almost slender, but I could tell, as I ran my hands over his firm butt and down the backs of his thighs, that they were powerful.

"Hmmmm," I moaned into his open mouth, and he answered me with a similar moan.

I moved from his mouth, back to the hollow of his throat that I so loved to taste. I mumbled against him, "So, what do you want to do now?"

He told me.

"I want to taste you, O'Neil, like I did earlier, only... here..." and he demonstrated with two of those long fingers, and I squealed as he pushed them into me.

"YES!" and in a flash, he had me on the bed, on my back. He hiked my long legs up over his hips, leaning over me from between my thighs. His sweet mouth was close to mine as he pressed my tits down with his chest. He took me by the wrists and held my arms over my head, pushing them into the pillows.

"You're FAST, Maxwell!" I laughed, because he'd got us from Point A to Point C so quickly.

Whispering between kisses, he teasingly said, "Oh no... (kiss)... it's been a while... (kiss)... but fast I'm not going to be...(kiss)."

He moved so he could look me in the eyes, his strong hands still holding my arms back. "I'm going to go slow, excrutiatingly slow, and torment you and tease you until you're screaming for me to finish you off."

"Oh God, I think I'm almost there," I whispered, writhing my hips under him.

Holding my wrists down as long as he could, Bill began to slither down the length of me, kissing and nibbling and lapping at my skin the whole way, leaving a trail of moisture that made me shiver as it cooled. The shivers and shakes that started weren't caused by only the chill. The more he moved down me, the closer he got, made my thigh and stomach muscles quiver in anticipation. It was almost scary: I was so close now, that I couldn't imagine what it'd be like once he got down to business.

He's going to kill me with pleasure, is what I thought. What a way to go!

He got to his goal. All I can say at this point is Oh. My. God. It was indescribable. With my legs now draped over his shoulders, he had full access to my inner flesh and he began working it like an artist, with lips, tongue and even teeth.

All I could do, all I WANTED to do, at this point was throw my head back, close my eyes and lose myself. He tasted me, all right. He drove that thick tongue of his into me, moving the muscles back and forth, and I clenched down on him with my own muscles. But I wasn't screaming yet. I wasn't going to give into him THAT easily!

After a few minutes of this spectacular tongue-work, he slipped it out of me, lapping at the juices that were beginning to flow. Okay, that was doing it. I felt his soft lips nibble down the length of me, AWAY from where I wanted him to go, and I gasped, sucking in my breath, arching my back so I could drive myself into his face.

All he had to say to that was a chuckle, and he mumbled something against that most delicate flesh as he continued to nibble, delicately touching me with his teeth. Tongue again, lips and mouth and teeth, again, but not going where they HAD to go, dammit!

"Bill..." I moaned, not being able to keep the tone of desperation out of my voice.

"Hmmm mmmm?" he mumbled, his voice vibrating against my skin in a most pleasing way.

I pushed DOWN with my hips this time, trying to force him to move UP, but he wasn't going to be fooled. He took my thighs in his strong hands, holding me in place, not allowing me to writhe under his warm wet mouth like I wanted to.

Denied that relief, I was close, so close, to screaming for him like he said I was going to do.

Then he did it. He set me off. He'd gone up the length of me, tongue only, JUST to the very edge of my clit, then started down again. I was close to screaming, then and there, in frustration, when he pulled away enough to blow on the moistened skin. A delicate diaphanous breeze touched me, and I lost it.

"BILL!" I screamed, thrusting back up toward his eager mouth.

That's all he wanted to hear. His big hands moved under my ass, practically lifting me off the bed, and he slammed his face into me, drawing the hard little button into his mouth, swirling it back and forth with his tongue. He went so far as to nibble it softly, drawing it further into his mouth like a nipple at the breast, and the waves and waves of light and ecstasy washed over me.

I was gone, completely gone. Looking back on it, I think I actually blacked out for a few seconds, and the white burst of light hit me again. I could feel myself coming all over his chin as he kept me in his mouth, till it was almost painful.

My collapse back onto the pillows was his signal to release me from his lips, and he moved away from me, watching me, the look of satisfaction on his face unmistakeable.

I couldn't speak for a few seconds as I lay there, trying to catch my breath, my chest heaving up and down, my head flopping side to side as I savored the sensations of it all, the feel of him between my thighs, my legs over his shoulders, heels pushing into his back.

His light laughter brought me back to here and now, and I looked at him gazing at me from between my legs.

"Nice to know I haven't lost my touch," he smirked. The sparkle in his dark eyes was beautiful. He was glowing as if HE had been the one who'd come, not me. I could tell he took great joy in pleasing his woman, that he wasn't the kind of man to do the old Wham-Bam-Thank Ya-Ma'am routine, as too many younger men seemed to do these days. God, what a guy I've found.

We stared at one another like that for a few minutes, pausing before the next round of play resumed.

Finally, I broke out into a wide grin, not saying anything. I'd recovered sufficiently and suddenly had the uncontrollable urge to get up and MOVE, the renewed energy in me begging to come out.

"What?" he asked, laughing as the grin lit up my face. I could tell I was glowing like a beacon, the remnants of the mind-blowing orgasm he'd given me ringing in my mind and body.

I simply said, "Now it's your turn."