Sky Full of Stars

The dress she bought specifically for the occasion doesn't look half as good on her body as it did on the hanger. The color now seems wrong with her hair and skin tone and she feels overly self conscious about the amount of cleavage going on and the way the silky fabric skims over her hips makes her feel like she looks even wider than normal. It's too late now though, the wedding less than two hours away, so whether she likes it or not, this dress is what she's going to be wearing. Dave, one of the other web designers at work, is getting married tonight and Tyler offered to go with her even though he's in the middle of playoffs right now and they're down two to nothing in the series with Anaheim. Tonight is an off night for him though and he wants to spend it with her so he's upstairs at his apartment getting dressed in a nice suit to accompany his girlfriend to the wedding of some couple he doesn't even know.

She hears him enter the apartment as she's finishing up her makeup and after she heads back to her bedroom to put on her heels and grab some earrings, she makes her way down the hall to the living room where he's waiting.

"Damn, babe."

"What?" she asks, immediately self conscious again and she spins around to look at him worriedly as she's putting in her earrings.

"You're not supposed to show up the bride at her own wedding."

Her whole expression changes and she laughs out loud as he turns to face her fully in the chair he's sitting on at the kitchen bar. "You're full of shit."

"Nuh uh," he says seriously, biting his bottom lip as he drags his gaze slowly down her body and back up. When he finally meets her eyes again, she's blushing but she's still got that grin on her face as she shakes her head and walks over to stand right in front of him.

"C'mon, we gotta go or we'll be late," she sighs, and when he stands up to pulls his car keys out of his pocket, she covers his hand with hers. "We'll take mine."

"Why?"

"You're not supposed to show up the groom at his own wedding."

"Alright, fine," he grins, setting them down on the kitchen counter before reaching out to wrap his arms around her and pull her into his body. "You look amazing, for real."

She smiles sheepishly, focusing on adjusting his tie instead of actually acknowledging the compliment. "So do you."

Tyler leans in to press a quick kiss to her lips and Calista chuckles when he comes away with a little smear of burgundy lipstick on his own lips. She swipes her thumb across his bottom lip to remove the smudge, grinning, before she grabs her bag from the counter and he follows her out of the apartment down the hallway to the elevator.

The wedding is taking place at a hotel uptown and when they arrive, the ceremony space is already packed with guests. They take a seat near the back of the room where some of Calista's other coworkers are sitting huddled together and after a sharp elbow to the ribs and an impatient look from Simone beside her, she introduces Tyler to them all. The music starts shortly after, quieting everyone down as the grandparents and parents of the bride and groom begin being seated. Simone gives her a sideways glance and a smirk, which she knows is probably in reference to how drop dead gorgeous Tyler is, if she knows Simone well enough, and she feels like she does after working so closely with her every day for the past two months.

The actual ceremony is short and sweet, just a quick exchange of vows before the couple are pronounced husband and wife and once it's over, the guests are all directed to grand ballroom for the reception. It's decorated beautifully, with simple black tablecloths and overflowing bouquets of white flowers everywhere, a massive crystal chandelier gleaming in the center of the wooden dance floor. The guests are encouraged to grab some cocktails while the bridal party finishes up some pictures in the ceremony space so they head over to the bar in the back corner of the room and Tyler orders for both of them, of course remembering her favorite. Calista glances around the room, looking to see where the rest of her coworkers have gone when she spots a pair of familiar faces across the room that she definitely wasn't expecting to see tonight.

"Is that-....What the fuck, it is!"

Bethany is almost as tall as Jordie in her gold stilettos and of course she looks amazing in her tight dark red dress with its plunging neckline. And Calista had been worried about her dress showing cleavage. Jordie is standing quietly at her side while she talks animatedly to another guest, equally blonde and equally beautiful, but he's obviously not listening to the conversation, just looking around the room, bored.

"What is it?" Tyler asks as the bartender sets two glasses in front of them, turning his head to look at her and then following her line of vision to the couple across the room. "Jordie?"

Calista picks up her drink from the bar and heads over to where they're standing, carefully weaving her way through all the people and Tyler is right on her heels. Jordie notices them before they reach him, but he immediately looks relieved to see them, to actually know someone at this wedding Bethany dragged him to. Calista kind of steps out of the way a little to let Tyler take the lead but he just presses his hand into the small of her back and keeps her at his side.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jordie asks as soon as they approach, grinning as he bumps Tyler's outstretched fist with his own.

Bethany spins around immediately, abruptly ending her other conversation, when she hears her boyfriend speak for probably the first time tonight and she smiles widely as she pulls Calista in for a hug. "Oh my God, hi!" she squeals. "I wasn't expecting to see you two here! How do you know the bride and groom?"

"Oh, not her really. I've only met her once or twice. But I work with Dave."

"Right! With the....the basketball team, yeah! What're they called, baby?" she asks, grabbing a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter and taking a sip while Calista and Jordie both answer simultaneously. "Right, the Mavericks," she chuckles. "Well Brittany and I are sorority sisters."

That makes sense, Calista thinks to herself but then Jordie asks where they're sitting, snapping her attention back to him. "Oh, we're way back there at like..." she pauses to glance back in the corner of the room where her coworkers are sitting before turning back to him with a shrug. "Table 19 or something. Where are you?"

"We're right over here at 6," Bethany answers for him, lacing her arm through his and resting her other hand on his bicep as she smiles sweetly. "All the sisters are sitting together. In fact, babe, we should probably get back. I still have to introduce you to Lauren and Emily."

Jordie gives a short nod before his eyes meet Calista's again and he frowns. "Yeah," he agrees, and then, "I'll catch up with you guys later?"

"Sure thing," Calista replies half heartedly and then she and Tyler both watch as Bethany steers him away and back over toward their table. Jordie must have told her about his history with Calista because her behavior is new and she can't think of anything else that would spur it. They glance at each other after a moment and Tyler raises his brows at her, muttering "Yikes" before laughing and she just shakes her head at him, cracking a smile of her own. "C'mon, let's go find our table."

They're actually at 18 and there's only two empty seats left when they reach the table, Calista sliding into the seat next to Simone and Tyler taking the last chair between her and Jake, another coworker. Of course Simone has to know who she was over there talking to and that starts a whole other conversation that is too close for comfort so Calista's relieved when the bridal party finally make their entrances, followed immediately by the announcement of the new Mr. and Mrs. After the newlyweds' first dance, dinner is served and with the group at her table settling into a new conversation, Calista quickly forgets that Jordie is even there, and she's definitely unaware that he keeps finding himself looking over at them from across the room and wishing he were with them-- with her specifically.

It's not often that she and Tyler spend Saturday nights with people who aren't directly connected to the team and, not that she doesn't love each and every one of her boys, but it's just nice to have a change of scenery and enjoy new company every once in awhile. Tyler seems to be enjoying himself as well, which is a huge plus for her. Her coworkers don't have any previous knowledge of him, they only know him as her boyfriend, and that's simultaneously both a weird feeling and a wonderful one.

They're both usually more subdued with displays of affection around other people, mostly because those other people usually include Jamie, but not tonight; Jamie is at home watching game tape in the dark by himself and sulking a little bit after their second loss in a row so Tyler is being extra affectionate. He rests his free hand on her thigh the whole time they're eating dinner and once they've all finished and the plates are cleared away, he scoots his chair closer to her so that he can keep his arm wrapped around the back of her chair. He's never not touching her, basically, like he can't help himself. They have a few more drinks and dance a few dances and it's basically so perfect that if Calista could freeze time and live this night forever, she so would.

When they return to their table from the dance floor, he heads over to the bar to grab some more drinks for them while she flops down into her chair with a happy sigh. The conversation going on doesn't even pause, but Simone is immediately disengaged now, instead just grinning at her. "You guys are so cute. How long have you been together again?"

"About a month and a half."

"And exactly how come you never told me he was that hot?"

Calista barks out a laugh and shakes her head while Simone begs her to set her up with one of his "equally hot" teammates and they don't notice Jordie approaching until he's right at the edge of the table, standing behind Tyler's currently vacated seat. Calista looks up at him curiously. "Oh hey, Jord."

"Come dance with me," he says simply.

"I can't," she replies, overly aware of how the conversation at her table has suddenly ceased and all eyes are on her now, listening in. "Tyler just went to get us more drinks."

"Come on, Lissy," he urges. "He's-....busy."

She follows his line of vision back to the bar where Tyler is waiting for their drinks, hands shoved into his pockets while a tall blonde in a black bridesmaid's dress stands right next to him, smiling and talking and constantly touching his arm. Calista frowns a little at the beautiful woman very obviously hitting on her boyfriend, but she's not going to let Jordie know that. Besides, it's not Tyler she's annoyed with; he's plainly trying to keep from touching her, folding his arms into himself to take up as little space as possible.

"Just one," Jordie insists. "As friends."

She glances over at Simone, who's watching intently like this is some kind of soap opera before she sighs and rises to her feet, taking the hand that Jordie offers to her and letting him lead her out onto the wooden dance floor. A new song is just beginning, a slow sensual one, and Calista is immediately regretting her decision to give in to him. He takes her waist with a familiarity that she really wishes he didn't have at this very moment when all her friends are watching them and no doubt talking about what the hell is happening because she brought her boyfriend as a date to this wedding but there's obviously at least some history with this guy too.

"You look beautiful tonight," he says after a few moments of tense silence.

"I'm no Bethany," she argues, feeling like he may need a reminder that he has a stunningly gorgeous girlfriend somewhere in this ballroom and that he's only here because she invited him as her fucking date.

"Don't do that, Liss."

Calista feels like rolling her eyes, but her face is literally like three inches from Jordie's so instead she just asks, "Where is Bethany anyway?"

"Some sorority thing," he shrugs. "They all disappeared at once and I'm pretty sure they went up to the bridal suite to do tequila shots."

"Hmm. I could use a tequila shot or twelve."

His whole face changes into a scowl like he's kind of offended. "Calista-"

"What are you trying to do, Jord?"

"Nothing, I'm not-....I'm not doing anything," he objects immediately, but after a moment, "I just miss you."

"Well I haven't gone anywhere."

He stops moving and now they're just standing on the dance floor in the middle of the room holding each other; he looks too serious and she so doesn't want to deal with this, especially when her night had been going so well. "You know that's not what I meant," he mutters.

She exhales heavily and drops her arms from around his neck, automatically taking a step backward to put some distance between them. They're just staring at each other now and she's even forgotten about their audience back at table 18 and how Tyler has probably rejoined them by now to find that she's out here with Jordie instead. She frowns, brows furrowing a little as she shakes her head at him. "Go find your girlfriend," she tells him. "I have to get back to Tyler."

Without wasting another second, she spins around on her heel and books it back to her table, where everyone's trying to pick up a conversation like they've actually been sitting here talking this whole time and not nosily watching the scene unfold before them. Tyler slides over the drink he'd gotten her and she thanks him as she picks it up and raises it to her lips, drawing a very long sip from the little black straw stuck in the glass. "You okay?" he asks, because it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out the gist of what just happened, especially not with all the history he knows she has with Jordie.

Calista takes a deep breath in and sets her drink down before looking over at him with a genuine smile. "Yeah," she replies, reaching over to grab his hand. "Never better."

"Sorry it took so long at the bar. Kinda got held up a little."

"That's okay," she says, a little smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. "Just dumping me for your new girlfriend over there, it's fine."

"Well, she's no you," he grins, curling his arm around the back of her chair to lean in closer to her. "And I like you pretty good, so I think I'll keep you instead."

"Oh, how kind of you."

"Only got eyes for you now, baby. Been that way for awhile."

Calista eyes him suspiciously. "Oh yeah? How long?"

"I haven't even looked at another girl since, like, before I went home for Christmas."

"Are you serious?" she blurts, embarrassingly surprised to hear that. "That's so long, Tyler."

"Believe me, I know." He chuckles but she just sits there gaping at him, eyes wide. "I told you, you were the only one I wanted so-...."

Oh my God, she thinks to herself and she grabs the back of his neck to pull him in the last few inches that's separating their faces to kiss him hard. He makes a noise of surprise but immediately reacts, kissing her back with the same fervor, and when they break apart after a few moments, he's grinning again. "What was that for?"

"I like you pretty good too," she says, picking up her drink again to take another long sip. "Are you ready to get out of here?"

The cake hasn't been cut yet so technically it might be kind of rude to duck out now, but Calista is determined and so they have to get home before she changes her mind. Tyler agrees and they both get up from their seats to say their goodbyes, Simone giving her friend a look that says you will tell me every detail on Monday morning, and then they're making a quick exit in order to be seen by as few people as possible. She doesn't know 99% of the people at the reception but she's still Canadian dammit, and she doesn't want anyone thinking she's impolite.

Tyler drives them straight back to their apartment building, trying and failing not to speed the whole time, and the elevator ride up to Calista's floor is so full of tension and nervous energy (on her part) that it feels like a fog around them. Neither of them say a word while she unlocks the door to her apartment and as soon as they're inside, Calista kicks off her shoes while Tyler sheds his shoes, suit jacket, and tie. He turns to face her when he's finished and they both just stand there looking at each other before Tyler finally makes the first move and grabs her up in his arms to kiss her.

His kiss feels more desperate now, like he knows she's incredibly nervous about where this is going (even though it was her idea) and he's trying to prove to her how really really into it he is in hopes of making her more comfortable with it. She feels a little dizzy with nerves but she convinces herself to soldier through it because her fear is outweighed only by how much she actually wants him. She tugs at the bottom of his button down until it's untucked from his pants and then slips her hands under it to rest them on his bare sides, smooth and irresistibly warm to the touch. He bites her bottom lip a little, grinning at the noise of weak protest she makes, before he moves down the side of her neck, leaving kisses and litte nips all the way down to her collar bones. There's a really good chance there's going to be some marks there in the morning and her initial thought is dreading the other guys seeing it but then that's immediately replaced by the little thrill she feels that this is Tyler leaving these marks on her body for other people to see-- like she really is his and he's showing everyone.

She reaches up to run her fingers through his hair before grabbing it and tugging lightly, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to get his attention so he looks up at her. He lets out an involuntary groan when she does, lookinh up to meet her eyes with a little smirk, and she chuckles as she takes a hold on the front of his shirt and pulls him along with her down the hallway to her bedroom. He kicks the door shut with his foot as he grabs at the long fabric of her dress, balling up several inches of it in his fists at her hips before he lets it go to let his hands wander around her back to the zipper. She goes still then, freezing up completely, and it's so fucking stupid of her because she's the one who even initiated this in the first place. His arms drop to his sides immediately and she moves away from him to sit down on the edge of the bed. "What? What's wrong?" he asks worriedly. He thought he'd been doing okay so far, letting her take most of the lead but maybe he's pushed her too far.

"You first."

"Me first?" His eyes widen a little and he chuckles because that's the last thing he expected her to say. "Why me first? You've seen me a thousand times. I wanna see you."

"If we're really doing this, you're going to have to be the one to make the first move. I'm sorry, I just-...."

"Fair enough," he decides with a shrug and he unbuttons his black shirt with impressive dexterity before quickly shedding it and dropping it on the floor where he stands, not once taking his eyes off of her. He grins. "Your turn."

All the breath leaves her lungs as she studies him. He's right, she has seen him like this plenty of times, but it's never been in this situation where it's actually going to lead to something. Everything about the body standing in front of her is perfect-- the smooth tan skin, the incredibly well defined abdominal muscles, the sharp lines of his hips. There's a simple scrawl of ink standing out that captures her attention. The words across his ribs boast the victory of his former team and she remembers how he and a number of his teammates had gotten them after their final win. His former organization is also her former organization and she's always felt a little bit of loyalty to them, even after moving on. That, she decides, is the first place she wants to put her lips, but she knows that he's not going to let her do anything until she's equally as undressed.

The thought of taking her clothes off is suddenly overwhelmingly impossible, especially when considering that she'd be doing it in front of someone who looks like him. She drops her gaze from his ridiculous abs and exhales loudly, shaking her head. "No way in hell."

"C'mon, I did my part! I went first!" He's already whining like a two year old but she just picks at her perfectly done dark red nail polish, ignoring him until he moves closer. By the time she looks up again, he's standing directly in front of her so all that's in her line of vision is that same expanse of smooth skin stretched over solid, well defined muscles only inches from her face. He grabs her by the shoulders and gently forces her up to her feet so that he can look down into her eyes. His voice is much softer, more serious than it was just fifteen seconds ago. "Hey, look, if you don't wanna do this, it's okay. I don't wanna make you-"

"It's not that," she interrupts, because Oh God, that's not it at all.

His brows furrow in confusion. "Then what?"

"You're just so-....." She trails off, letting the words hang in the air, and drops her gaze down to her hand as she brings it up from her side to graze her fingertips over the plane of taut muscles so close they're almost brushing against her. The first touch causes a sharp intake of breath from him but when she meets his eyes again, they're staring right back at her, all dark and serious, betraying nothing the way his breathing is. She drops her hand and shakes off his grip on her shoulders, moving away to put a few feet between them before she finishes her sentence. "I can't take my clothes off in front of someone who looks like that."

He just blinks a few times and his brows furrow again, not understanding. "What do you mean? What about-...."

The question hangs there without him finishing it but she knows who he's talking about anyway; after all, Jordie is the only other person she's ever been in this type of situation with. "He's not quite that perfect. And he's different."

"How's he different?"

"I've known him my entire life, I'm comfortable with him."

Tyler looks offended for a split second before he just looks sad. "You're uncomfortable with me?"

"No! That's not-...that's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

She sighs and rakes a hand through her long hair. "You-...you make me nervous."

"Why do I make you nervous?"

"Because!" she barks out a surprised laugh like it's ridiculous that he evern has to ask why. "Tyler, look at you. You are so fucking out of my league it's not even funny." He starts to interrupt but she just powers on, pacing back and forth in front of her dresser. "You're like perfect. And I have so many things to be insecure about."

He shakes his head in disagreement and crosses the room, coming to a stop right in front of her and quietly throwing out a simple question.

"Do you want me, Calista?"

Her eyes search his, looking for some sort of clue as to what the point of that question would be because, seriously, how could he not know the answer to that already? Is there even any female in a hundred mile radius who doesn't want him? She nods weakly and her heart picks up when he very slowly slides his hands over her hips and digs his fingertips in a little, pulling her flush against his body so that she can feel every inch of him.

"Do you want me as much as I want you?"

Again, isn't the answer obvious? She's barely breathing as it is and he hasn't even done anything yet. "More," she finally replies when she's found at least a little of the voice she'd had thirty seconds ago. It's scratchy and weak but she knows he hears her because his eyes flutter closed for a moment as he lets out a groan.

Somehow, his usually honey brown eyes are even darker when they open up to look at her again and he releases his hold on her hips with a little push that causes her to take a step back. "I'm pretty sure that's impossible at this point," he mutters. "Bed."

She glances over her shoulder then back at him before she silently moves over to the bed, but even after all that, she still timidly takes a seat on the very edge, her ankles crossed and her hands folded neatly in her lap. She watches him carefully as he moves back across the room and crouches down in front of her. "I wanna show you something," he says quietly, his massive warm hand resting against her shoulder and his thumb lightly brushing back and forth over her collar bone. "Lay back."

"Ty-...." she starts hesitantly, running her hand up his forearm to his wrist and leaving it there.

"Hey, this is just about you, okay? You say stop, I stop. Anytime, no questions asked."

She swallows hard and slowly nods her head, licking her lips before she speaks. "I trust you," she says steadily, and he almost looks surprised to hear that before the corners of his mouth turn upward into a little smile that she returns. He slides his hand down to the center of her chest, feels her heart pounding wildly under his palm, before he reaches up to cup her cheek and bring her face to his in another kiss.

This time when he asks her to lie back, she does, scooting up to the head of the bed and propping up on her elbows so she can watch him. He moves slowly like he's worried he's going to spook her as he climbs onto the foot of the bed, bottom lip caught between his teeth and his eyes never leaving hers. He drops both hands to her ankles, very slowly running them up her smooth legs and pushing the fabric of her dress out of his way at the same time. He doesn't stop until the silk is pooled up over her hips and that's the first time his eyes finally leave hers. She however keeps her eyes trained on his face, waiting, for what she isn't exactly sure--any sign that he might be suddenly changing his mind maybe. Instead, he smiles.

"I didn't know you had tattoos."

"Just the one," she replies, and it's almost funny how casual this line of conversation is considering what they're currently in the middle of. The pale pink peony inked into the skin stretches over her right hip and, for clarification, Calista adds, "Corinne's favorite flower."

"I like it," he decides, running his fingers back and forth over it a few times, before he remembers the task at hand. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of the scrap of thin black fabric then pauses to look up at her again. "You okay?"

"Mhmm," she agrees, deciding it's probably going to be safer to just not watch anymore and lying back fully to stare up at the ceiling instead.

"You sure?" he presses. "You'll tell me if you're not?"

"I will."

With that confirmation, he slowly tugs down the last remaining piece of clothing shielding her from him and tosses them away over the side of the bed before looking up at her again. She's got her arm covering her eyes now, embarrassed, but he just smiles and shakes his head as he moves one of her legs over to create some space for himself between them. He's determined now that he's going to do everything he can to get her to not be embarrassed, to get her to enjoy this so much that she's not even thinking about any insecurity she has anymore. With that mission in mind, he settles in on his stomach and presses his large hand to the inside of her thigh, pushing it out a little more to give himself the space to get to work.

He starts on the inside of her thigh, leaving a trail kisses and nibbles as he moves inward; he considers it a good sign that when he glances back up at her, she's got her eyes closed, her bottom lip between her teeth, and one hand clenching the fabric pooled at her waist. The first touch of his mouth against her center gets him a sharp gasp and he instinctively looks up again in case that wasn't a good gasp, but a she-wants-to-stop gasp. Her eyes are still closed though so he takes that as a good sign and goes back to what he was doing.

He takes his time with it, memorizing her body and learning what she likes, and it doesn't take long for her to get lost in it. She quickly forgets how embarrassed she was and how self conscious or that this is Tyler fucking Seguin who's doing this to her; instead, she actually enjoys it, even to the point of grabbing onto his hair to move his mouth where she wants it and letting him know he's doing something right with little gasps and moans. She comes with one last soft gasp, thighs trembling and hands clutching the soft white pillow behind her head, and Tyler just keeps at it until she reaches down to push his head away, now too sensitive.

Her head is spinning and when she finally opens her eyes, she has to blink a few times because she's pretty sure she saw fucking stars dancing across the ceiling. Tyler wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and moves up to the head of the bed to flop down next to her, reaching up to smooth his palm over her hair. "How ya doin?" he asks quietly.

"I can't feel my fucking legs," she replies breathlessly and they both laugh. "Holy shit, Tyler."

He allows himself a little grin at the compliment. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Wanna know something funny?" she asks casually, and it's like she's watching herself say this from the outside because normal her would never bring this up voluntarily. She must just be high on endorphins.

"Tell me."

"You're the first guy who's ever done that."

"Seriously?" His brows shoot up and he props himself up on one elbow to look down at her, his expression a mixture of surprise and displeasure. "No one's ever done that to you before?"

"Nope," she says, her lips popping with the 'p' sound.

"That's fucked up," he decides, his upper body flopping back down onto the mattress beside her. "Not even Jordie?"

Calista laughs. "No way. Never got that intimate."

"Never got that-- Calista, he knew your better than probably anybody else at the time. There's not many levels more intimate than that."

She shrugs, not at all bothered at the moment, even though it does piss her off most of the time. "It was just always way too personal. But it's whatever."

Too personal, he repeats in his head, rolling his eyes. "Did you blow him?"

"Tyler, God," she sighs in exasperation. "I don't want to talk about Jordie right now."

"Did you?"

"Yes, okay? Like, all the time. Is that what you wanna hear?"

"No, but don't you think it's fucked up that he expected it from you but you couldn't expect it back from him?"

Calista sighs. "There was a lot of that in whatever the hell it was I had with him. I never said we were functional." She looks back over at him and smiles a little. "Besides, what do you care?"

"I don't, I'm just saying it's stupid he didn't reciprocate."

"Ohhhh!" Calista drawls, propping up on one elbow and rolling onto her side to look at him. "I see what your angle is here, you're worried about me reciprocating. You want a blowjob in return for that."

"No," he says immediately, sitting up completely and getting up to stand from the bed altogether. "No, that's not-...I told you, Calista, this was just about you. I didn't do this just to get head in return, I did it because I wanted to. I don't expect-"

Tyler trails off when he sees her biting back a smile and despite her muscles still feeling like jelly, she gets up onto her knees and reaches over to grab his hand to yank him back onto the bed with her. He goes easily and she pushes him right onto his back before crawling over to straddle his lower thighs, mindful of the long formal dress she's still wearing. She makes quick work of his belt buckle, button, and zipper but he grabs her wrist to stop her before she can go any further.

"Calista, really. You don't have to."

She smiles. "Tyler, you've been so-...respectful with waiting. You never pressured me or made me feel bad about it and I really appreciate that."

"That doesn't mean you have to-....I mean, you deserve-...."

"Hey," she says, leaning up to be right in his face. "I want to, okay?"

"Only if you're sure."

"You kiddin'?" she laughs. "Get ready, babe, cause I'm about to knock your socks off."