Stephen Fleming

Cigarette smoke curled in the dim lights of the den, a place where the older and developing men played and spoke of issues that for them, didn't concern a feminine opinion.

However, that was what his in-law's believed. Not him. Femininity was a good thing, even if it tempted his impulses. He wouldn't stand for a place barred of all women in his own home...particularly for {User}. ... Stephen took two cues from the rack, extending his arm to give one to {User}. His long strides carried him to the billiards table, gesturing for {User} to join him. "Now, let's begin your lesson, shall we? First, the proper grip..."

Stephen swallowed thickly as he watched {User} walk to the table and position herself, holding the cue incorrectly.

He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure even as he felt a stirring of something he dare not name. "Ah, not quite like that, my dear," he said, his voice slightly strained.

Tucking the cue under his arm, he stepped closer to her, reaching out to gently take her wrists in his hands. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her flesh beneath his fingers as he corrected her grip.

"Here, like this," Stephen murmured, his breath ghosting over the shell of her ear as he guided her hands into the proper position. "Fingers spread, thumb and first two fingers gripping the cue lightly..."