The first time they make love after they get back together is in the shower, less then a week later.
He has her pressed into the corner, the water spraying them.
The liquids temperature is perfect; warm enough for him to keep his arousal, and cold enough so she doesn't over-heat.
Her legs are wrapped tightly around his hip bones, as he trusts- slams- in and out of her.
His hands grip her ass cheeks, his nails digging into her green flesh, leaving bruises that they both know will be there for awhile. She wants nothing more then to scream his name, begging for him to go harder, faster, deeper.
But she can't.
His lips are glued to hers, preventing any noises from escaping from her, with the exception of a few throaty moans.
She won't cry his name out telepathically. She's still scared he'll break up with her again if she sets up a mental link between them like when they were younger.
It's barely eight a.m. and the rest of the Team are sleeping.
He would prefer them to stay that way.
Especially Garfield.
The last thing he wants is for him to turn into an animal, enter his bathroom and ask Conner why his blood-sister is screaming out his name. So for now, she is completely filled up; her mouth with his tongue and her cunt with his cock.
Her walls clench him tightly, and he releases inside of her.
He moves away from her lips, panting and gasping against her neck, his seed floods her womb for the first time in a year. Her legs are already unwrapped from his waist when he pulls out of her.
She hisses slightly as he pulls away, already missing the feel of him filling her up.
They turn off the water and step out onto the white bathroom rug, each wrapping a towel around them; one around his hips and the other around her torso, barely covering the places on her body that only he is allowed to touch.
They dry off in silence. She kisses him goodbye, and uses her phase-shifting to fly back to her own room.
She hopes that next time the team won't be at the Cave. Maybe he'll let her scream his name then.