Title: Just This Once, Part 2

Author: Kora

E-mail: KrazyKora@aol.com or WinterViolet24@aol.com

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: The following characters belong to WWE and all the people and companies who deal with all that legal stuff. I am simply using the characters for my own twisted enjoyment.

Author's Note: This is my first WWE fan fiction and I feel I should point some stuff out so I can avoid flames-

This is a fan fiction based on characters from the WWE. This story does not represent the real Stephanie McMahon or Shawn Michaels, etc. It is based on their fictional characters not the actual people themselves. I am fully aware Shawn Michaels is married and that it has even been announced on the show that he has a wife and child. However, seeing as this is fiction, I am pretending he does not. No offense is meant to any Triple H/Stephanie fans nor Stephanie/Jericho, Stephanie/Kurt Angle fans. I wrote this story because those particular couples have about twenty or so great stories all ready dedicated to them and I wanted to do something different. I like Stephanie. I like Shawn. So I figured, why not? Please do not e-mail me with disappointment that I chose this couple and ask me to write something else, I like to write things that I am interested in. If you would like to send me feedback with constructive criticism I would be pleased as punch to receive it! I love to hear from people who actually read my piddling little pieces of work. There is no set time frame in this story. A lot of it is set around the events that took place before and after Summerslam 2002. I don't want to receive comments like, 'This couldn't have happened in this short amount of time' because all in all, the comment is kinda silly. This is just a fan fiction, relax and have fun reading it-don't over analyze! :) I don't want people to think I'm a jerk 'cause I have all these opening comments. I only place them here because I don't want to get burned by reader's responses. This story DOES have a naughty rating! If you are under 18, do NOT read it! If you are under 18 and would like a 'clean' rated, edited copy I would be more than happy to send you one.

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Stephanie had left Shawn several minutes ago to go get bandages to fix up his cut. There he lay, on the dark floor of Stephanie's bedroom. Perhaps if she had turned the light on, they wouldn't have ended up in this predicament. Then again, he doubted she had wanted to turn the lights on and view fully the bedroom that should have been the one she was supposed to have shared with Hunter.

Slowly Shawn recounted the evening, his arriving at Stephanie and Hunter's soon to be sold 'summer place' to collect some items Hunter burrowed, Stephanie breaking down in front of him, his comforting her, and his excellent suggestion that they spend the evening together. All this culminating to him tripping over a shoe, which had now possibly blown out his back. Though Stephanie's massage had helped a great deal.

So at least he was laying there in utter relaxation as he awaited her return. She had gone to get medical supplies to fix the tiny cut on his forehead. Shawn raised a hand to the cut, pulling it back to find sticky blood on his fingers. He soon heard her walking over. She kneeled down beside him again and wiped away the blood on his face with a warm washcloth. She put antibiotic on the wound and applied a fresh bandage. Shawn grinned up at her as she nursed over him, "How's it looking, Doc?"

"I think you'll live." She teased.

"A wrestler? Psh, you should have been a masseuse."

Stephanie grinned and patted his chest lightly; "I don't think so. Wrestling's in my blood. Part of the family."

"Do you miss the ring?"

"Do you?" Stephanie shot back.

Shawn grinned and pointed a finger at her, "Nuh-uh. You first."

She conceded, "Not really. Managing, telling people what to do, being the big boss-that's what I was meant for."

"Ah yes, Princess Stephanie, the take-charge kind of girl."

She gave him a wide smile and playfully poked his ribs, "Your turn."

Shawn shrugged slightly, wincing at the action. His back wasn't quite ready for that kind of physical sarcasm. He answered in a strained kind of voice, "Sometimes. I miss the action, the heat of the moment. Wrestling involves a lot of thinking, planning, movement...anticipation. There's only one other thing that I can think of that is similar to it."

"Don't even say it-" Stephanie warned but Shawn continued anyway, a rakish look in his eye, "Of course I doubt the television execs would ever approve of bedroom matches...not unless it was on the Playboy station."

Stephanie let out a groan, her head lowering at his bad joke and he chuckled at that. With her head down, bowing above his chest, her hair floated near him again, the scent of her shampoo filling his nostrils. She smelled like flowers and Shawn felt a small smile form. He wasn't up to moving just yet and chose instead to continue talking, "So-sneaker on the floor. I think that's what tripped me, right?"

"Yeah."

"Mmm."

"I'm real sorry, Shawn. I can't believe I left that out..."

"I know! An untidy, disorganized Stephanie! It's a crime! A travesty!" Shawn rebuked dryly.

She had to avoid smacking him in her amusement; "You're such a jerk!"

"You probably had this all planned out. Too bad for you, my dear, that I foiled your evil plot and survived."

"And why, Sherlock, would I try to kill you?"

"Revenge? Trying to end my life because I got Triple H to sign with Bischoff and RAW instead of you. He was close too, to signing with Smackdown and going with you but I interfered and he chose me over you." Shawn didn't know why he brought Hunter up now. All night he'd avoided mentioning him and now he just let it all out. Maybe her massage had loosened his tongue.

Nevertheless, Stephanie didn't seem offended, "No. While Triple H would have been a good addition to Smackdown I think its better you lured him away. I think after the divorce, Hunter and I should spend time apart. In fact, considering we never had any children and all our assets and accounts have been settled, I don't think there is any real reason for me to see him anymore or ever again. I'm single again, he's single. It's over and done." She sounded sad but managed to stay in good spirits, acceptance settling in, "Besides, Hunter's free to be with you now. You must be ecstatic."

"I have to admit its good to have my old buddy free and in the clear again. Even though we are having our little...tiff at the moment," Shawn fell quiet for a moment, thinking about that before continuing, "Still, once we work things out it'll be convenient that he's free from the ball and chain. In fact, now that I have that hat back we should try and get in touch with Chantel again."

"Oh, I didn't mean that! I mean Hunter's free to be with you."

Shawn eyes widened, "Are you suggesting that Hunter and I are-"

"You both do have long hair..."

"Hey now, what did I say about the hair jokes?"

Stephanie was having a hard time not laughing as Shawn glared at her. Eventually even he submitted to the joke, laughing some himself, "Hunter and me. That's rich. No, Steph, I don't think he or I is going to be joining up with Billy, Chuck, and Rico's little gang anytime soon."

"You think Billy, Chuck, and Rico are really..."

"Might be. Sure act that way. And here I thought I knew Billy...but then, considering how Hunter's been treating me lately, maybe I don't know anyone. No, I don't think Hunter and I would work as a couple."

She looked down at him with a tender smile, "I know how that feels...you know, Shawn, you've been casually bringing up what happened between you and Hunter all night. It must be weighing heavily on you. If you'd like we can talk about it."

"I'd rather not." His voice was flat.

"Shawn, if anyone understands what it feels like to be hurt by Hunter its me. It's okay to talk to me. I won't tell anyone. You let me break down in front of you, the least you could do is give me a little of yourself so we'll be even."

Shawn wasn't sure about confiding in this woman, his best friend's ex-wife but at the same token he felt like venting. Quietly Shawn began. He told her about how he felt-betrayed, embarrassed, angry and all the other emotions that had been boiling through him the past few days since Hunter's attack. Stephanie listened patiently, offering some comfort and her own feelings. The sharing was cathartic for both of them and they found, in a strange way, that they were kindred spirits.

Once their talk ended, she asked, "Do you think you can sit up?"

"Maybe. Little help?" Shawn held out his hand and Stephanie took it, slowly helping him sit up.

"How do you feel?"

"Heavenly thanks to your back rub."

"No problem."

They sat in silence a moment and Stephanie found herself staring into Shawn's eyes. She had never realized they had green in them. His eyes were very lovely actually. A soft, warm hazel. Stephanie felt her cheeks go red. She shouldn't stare at him like this. Checking him out. He was just a friend. An attractive friend, but just a friend never the less. Still, those eyes, that smile, that body-no wonder he was called the Heart Break Kid.

Shawn noticed her appraising him and felt it was only fair after the way he'd been perusing her all night. It was in his nature to look a woman over and pick out her best features. Stephanie, surprisingly, had many of them. He understood now why Hunter had fallen in love with and married her.

Beneath the Billion-Dollar Princess facade she was actually quite wonderful. Smart, funny, interesting. And her looks, as he had mentioned many times before, were extraordinary. Long brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, smooth, creamy tan skin, great body, mouth-watering kiss-me lips...

Whoa.

Better not go there.

"It's late." Shawn said, his voice sounding strange to his ears.

"Yeah."

"I should get going."

"Yeah."

"Who would have thought. Of all people...you and me."

"Yeah."

Shawn shifted in his seat slightly, testing his back. His eyes fell on the bed a moment then back on her, "One misplaced sneaker, a slightly ruffled bedspread and that's all. It doesn't even look like this room's been lived in."

"I come up here at night sometimes, lie on top of the bed-I haven't been sleeping well."

The awkward feeling that had somehow formed between them just couldn't seem to die. Shawn swallowed thickly and shook his head; "I should get going."

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"Then why am I still here?"

They both looked into each other's eyes, the silence consuming them whole. Happy little wrinkles appeared under Stephanie's eyes as she forced a smile, "Well, you are still sitting down."

"That could be it." Shawn laughed but the sound had no humor. For some reason everything felt changed. Neither of them knew what it was but both of them could feel it.

"I'll help you stand up." Stephanie offered.

"I'd appreciate it." Shawn said and held out his hand again. He slowly rose to his feet, as did she. Their foreheads tapping each other's lightly as they got to their feet. Both let out a simultaneous 'ow' then laughed, each apologizing to the other. Once they stood they found themselves at the same stalemate. Still the awkward silence, still the uncomfortable, yet chemically charged stares. All chance to try and return to tonight's earlier establish camaraderie seemed impossible.

"Thanks again for tonight, Shawn."

"It was no trouble."

"No. Really...thanks." Stephanie said, her voice coming out in a breath as she quickly leaned in and kissed him.

Oh god. His cheek. She had meant to kiss his cheek, she swore to God. It was too late for that now however as Shawn stood there, his face unreadable as she pulled away.

The moment was tight with tension, each frozen in place. Slowly Shawn's hand hesitantly reached out to touch her shoulder, gently moving up from there to her neck, then into her hair as he drew her close, pressing her lips against his again.

The kiss started off clumsy, teeth tapping lightly, lips unsure but eventually it melted into a strong motion, Shawn's tongue darting out to explore her mouth. Stephanie let out a little pleased mewl as she returned the kiss, her fingers clutching to his shoulders. Soon their exchange grew more feverish, Shawn's fingers twisting in her hair slightly as he deepened their connection, her hands running up and down his body, making him let out his own sounds of pleasure. Electrical sparks shot up his spine, making his head spin as he kissed her, unable to get enough. He felt like he was overloading, like he would explode into a million pieces...

His eyes drifted open lazily and he could see her, her face like an angel's. Suddenly reality kicked in, slapping him hard in the face. He was kissing Stephanie. Hunter's Stephanie.

Shawn drew away quickly as if she had bitten him, "Whoa, whoa! What-what are we doing?! We can't do this!"

"What?" Stephanie asked confused, her body still humming from their kiss, "Why not?"

"Why not? Why not! I think its pretty obvious why not!"

Stephanie came back to her senses in a rush, anger boiling, "Oh please! Please do NOT tell me its because of Hunter."

"Of course it is! I mean, Jesus Christ, he's only like my best friend in the whole world! And your his-"

"What! Come on, say it! I DARE you!" she roared, "You know this was one of my biggest problems with my marriage to Hunter-the fact that we made it so public. We announced on national television, to the whole world, that we were man and wife and I've been paying for it ever since! When we were married I was Hunter's and now divorced, I'm still Hunter's! Everyone views me as property of wrestler Triple H and won't get within a foot of me because they fear him. Well I've got news for everyone, I am NO ONE'S PROPERTY! I am sick to death of forever being labeled Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, Triple H's wife and property! I thought maybe the divorce would finally fix that but no, I'm still not my own person, still not free." Stephanie's anger began to die towards the end, sinking instead into frustrated despair.

Shawn sighed and ran a hand over his head, "Stephanie, that's not what I meant. I'm not scared of Hunter, nor think of you as his property. The point here, my dear, is that I am Hunter's best friend. His best friend. And you, are his ex-wife. You know as well as I do that this would never look right. Not in a million years. At least not in Hunter's eyes."

"I don't care about Hunter..."

"Well I do! All right? And I don't want to hurt him."

"Despite what he did to you?" Stephanie bit out. It was a cold, ugly thing to say but it was too late to take it back. Stephanie practically withered at the sad look Shawn had on his face. She let out a breath and rubbed her eyes. Then she put her hands together, saying calmly, "Shawn, I'm sorry. That was uncalled for but it was just a kiss, it wasn't like we-"

"But I want to!" Shawn confessed, "I-I wanted to, Steph. I-I still want to. I want to kiss you and hold you and I want..."

Stephanie nodded, "I want it too."

"But we can't," Shaw said firmly, "We can't. It's just lust. I'm a grown man, I can control myself-I can. I have to go. Right now."

"Well why don't you?"

"I don't know!" Shawn hissed.

They were both angry with each other but found they could do nothing about it. Shawn knew, somehow deep inside, that this had been coming. As if tonight's whole purpose was to lead up to this moment. And all he could think about was how badly he wanted to kiss her again.

"You know," Stephanie said softly, walking closer to him, "It would be just this once, a one time thing."

"Stephanie..."

"And it's not like Hunter needs to know," Stephanie was close, so close he could feel her body heat. Shawn felt like he was drowning, fighting to suck in air as she continued, "We could keep it a secret."

He shook his head, "We can't...Hunter..."

"What about me?" Stephanie whispered, her lips brushing his neck, "What about you? What about what you want?"

Shawn's eyes closed as Stephanie began to kiss his neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses. God, it was hard to think. Hard because he was hard. Jesus, she was seducing him. And doing a hell of a job. How did this happen? How did this need to make love to this woman build up inside him so fast? He felt as if he had wanted her, wanted this his whole life. Her name was chanting inside his head but still he valiantly fought, trying to be rational, "I'm not selfish."

"Of course you're not, neither am I. But I don't see why we both can't have something we want for once. Why does it always have to be about Hunter?"

"It's not always about..."

"Oh please," Stephanie purred into his ear, her tongue outlining the lobe causing him to shiver, "It's all about the Game."

Shawn was about to argue when Stephanie pulled away, her eyes meeting his. They were smoky with seductive passion but also held a seriousness that made him pay attention, "Shawn, I want this. In fact, I need it. It's been a long time since I've been with someone. No one is even willing to date me because they all fear Hunter will kill them if they do. I understand what you're talking about and where you're coming from but...I mean you want this, I want this. Why don't we just go for it? This is between you and me. Not Hunter, not anyone else. Just you and me."

"I don't want to lie to Hunter..."

"You don't have to. He doesn't have to know. Ever."

"I can't chose you over him."

"You're not. I'm not having you take sides or any such silly thing. All I'm asking is that you share something with me. Something you want to do. I want you to do something for yourself."

"Even if its wrong? Even if its a mistake?"

Stephanie's hand ran down Shawn's cheek delicately, "Does this feel wrong?"

"Yes...and no." Shawn whispered, "It's funny but...I felt as if this was coming. As if all night we were...meant to do this."

"I know, I felt that way too. Maybe that's even why I invited you here. I don't know, I've always...I mean even though we never talked much I always felt this connection...maybe that's why I broke down in front of you tonight. Maybe that's why you were willing to talk to me about how Hunter's attack on RAW hurt you. Maybe we did it because we subconsciously felt we could." Stephanie answered.

There was a strong silent pause as Shawn thought. Stephanie wondered what was going through his mind as he thought over her proposal. At last he released a heavy sigh, "This would just be for tonight? A one time only deal."

Stephanie nodded.

"And Hunter..."

"I won't tell him if you won't."

Shawn stared at her and knew he was at a crossroads. He didn't want to betray a long-standing friendship but at the same token he wanted this and he couldn't think of the last time he really had done anything for himself. Hadn't getting what he wanted all the time been his motto at one point? And Stephanie was right, most of the time it was about Hunter and what he wanted. But if Shawn committed to this, if he slept with Stephanie, would it be because he wanted to? Or because some sick part of him deep inside wanted to get back at Hunter for what he had done? Shawn looked at Stephanie, her face so full of trust and wonder. So beautiful. No, he knew if he slept with her it was because he wanted to. Still, the guilt he would face tomorrow...

Shawn looked into her eyes one more time then took her hand in his own quietly. Stephanie gave him a questioning look but he didn't answer, instead he led her over to the bed. He turned to look at her again and gave her a quick kiss, pulling away, "I know you've been upset tonight, I don't want to take advantage-"

"You're not. I told you, I want this. And...I don't want to be alone tonight."

Shawn nodded and pulled her closer to him, his eyelids heavy as he stared at her with heated need, "Just this once..."

"One time thing." She promised against his mouth as he captured her lips for another kiss. They both explored each other's mouths, the sounds escaping their throats suggesting both was pleased with the other.

God she's sweet, a sugar ambrosia, Shawn thoughts mumbled as his fingers wove in and out of her hair. Silky strands flowing between his fingertips. He pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together. She was all soft, round curves and he was hard, strong planes. The feeling of their bodies crushing together was indescribable. His hands roamed down her shoulders, her back, brushing over her ass, which he cupped momentarily, giving it a playful squeeze.

She couldn't help but laugh, a dark, rich sound that made him feel satisfied in a way he couldn't describe. His mouth left hers to place chaste kisses all over her face, brushing her nose, cheeks, eyelids. Making her smile. She felt precious and fragile. Strangely enough she liked the feeling. She normally hated feeling weak and breakable but at this moment it felt so be good in his arms, felt good to be protected.

His mouth slid down her neck, leaving a hot, wet trail that made her shudder. His fingers had moved back up to her shoulders. He massaged her back lightly, his fingers aimed at the top of her zipper. Slowly he slid the zipper down, making the dress gape on her body. She drew away from him, kicking off her high heels and shrugging her shoulders to allow the dress to slide seamlessly down and off her body.

Shawn stepped back enough to look at her. A shaky breath escaped him. She was gorgeous with her clothes on-with them off she was ethereal. She wore a strapless black bra and matching thong, her body flawless. It was as if God himself had taken out special time to mold her, make her perfect. Shawn tried to get a hold of himself, the ache in his body growing worse. If this kept up he was worried he'd make a fool of himself.

He pulled her back to him, one hand cupping her head, tilting it to the side as his mouth reattached to her neck. His open-mouthed kisses continued down her neck to her collarbone, sucking earnestly. Stephanie shuddered in his arms, panting, "Shawn, I-I can't stand...when you do this..."

Shawn held her up as her knees trembled. His hands went to the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts. They tumbled out, brushing against his chest, the tips growing instantly hard. Stephanie whimpered and was seconds from falling to the floor. Shawn gently escorted her to the bed, laying her down as if she was as delicate as crystal. Once she was laid out before him he slowly crawled over top of her.

She surprised him with her speed, her hands reaching out to snatch handfuls of his shirt and peel it over his head. Now they were both shirtless, breathless, and together. Her fingers reached up and deftly began to pull out his ponytail. Once it was free his hair fell down, brushing her face like feathers. They both chuckled quietly, giddiness pushing through them in a rush. This was soon replaced by a calm, sweet silence where they simply stared into each other's eyes, searching.

Shawn slowly lowered his head and began kissing her again. Each kiss made them dizzier with passion. Stephanie's fingers threaded through his hair, scratching along his scalp, making a pleasurable tremor pass through his body. They kissed until the need for air over took them. Shawn slowly ran a hand down her body, caressing her. His eyes were still locked with hers as he cupped her breast, testing its weight in his hand. Gently he squeezed, his rough hands scrapping her skin. Stephanie let out another whimper as his mouth returned to her collarbone, skimming it's way down to her breast.

Her rosy-hued nipple beckoned him and swiftly he sealed his hot mouth over it, suckling at it like it was candy. Stephanie's fingers gripped more tightly to his hair as she let out a thick moan. While Shawn's mouth teased one breast his hand went for the other. Stephanie moved languidly beneath him, obviously hot and bothered. Shawn alternated after a few moments, then left her breasts all together, his mouth now trailing down the line of her stomach, his tongue diving in her navel, causing her to giggle.

He smiled against her hip, his lips outline her hipbone, causing her to shudder. His hands slid beneath her, his palms cupping her ass again. Her skin was so smooth and silky, as if it were made of butter. He got a good hold on her underwear and began to tug it off. Stephanie lifted her body obediently, helping him in his task. Soon enough she was naked and all Shawn could do was admire her.

As he had surmised earlier, she had to have been hand sculpted by God himself. His fingers trailed lightly up and down her body, causing her to break out in goosebumps. Her head rolled back and forth on the pillow as tiny sounds left her, at last she whispered, "Jesus, Shawn, do something! I can't stand this..."

He grinned. It was obvious she was aroused beyond reason. Her nipples looked almost painfully hard. He felt this was only fair. This way he was no longer the only one throbbing with need. He parted her legs gently, his mouth running kisses up her inner thigh.

"Oh God..."

The hushed gasp flared his blood and Shawn let his fingers wander upward into the moist core between her legs. He stroked his fingers through her tenderly but this didn't matter to her. Stephanie's back arched and her cries became sharper as she moved against his fingers, his name a chant on her lips. Shawn found his slow, leisurely pace was getting on his nerves as well and he moved up higher, his mouth finding her.

"Shawn! Oh god...yesssss." she hissed, her eyes sealing shut.

He didn't taste her for long, pulling away just when it seemed she might tumble over the edge. She gave him a furious look that he answered with a shaky laugh. He moved up her body, his mouth finding hers again. Her hands roamed up and down his back, swerving around to the front of him where she ran cool fingertips up and down his chest, teasing his own flat nipples. Shawn let out a grunt of pleasure at that, surprised that her touch got a reaction out of him. Normally when he was with a woman the only way he really felt anything was if she jumped straight on the area that mattered most to a man. In this case, Stephanie was getting him off by merely touching his chest.

Her hands roamed down his abs to his jeans, tearing them apart like they were nothing. In a blink of an eye he found himself not only as naked as her but lying on his back. He didn't know how this role reversal had happened and he wasn't quite sure he was pleased about it. Being at Stephanie's mercy? Lord only knew what would happen. Then, of course, it did happen.

At first she started slow, her tongue lapping along his jaw bone like a cat as she rubbed her body against his, making his toes curl. This seemingly safe start gave way to quick seduction as her lips made a swift jump from his jaw to his neck, straight down to fastened over his nipple, her tongue scrapping at it hungrily.

"Jesus, Steph!"

He hadn't meant to sound so desperate but the sensation of her mouth on him shot up his spine so strongly he felt as if he'd break it two. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, innocent and sexy in the same moment. Her fingers, naturally, helped contribute to the torture by running along his inner thighs and the top of his hips. Shawn trembled beneath her, bearly able to keep still as she moved to the other nipple. Shawn didn't think it could get any worse until he realized her lips were moving down his body, right down to his...

Her name exploded from him as if it was a vicious curse. She had taken as much of him into her mouth as she could, her lips and tongue sliding up and down his length to the point where he felt he might go blind. His head flopped around the pillow, his hands clenched in fists. Jesus, she was a pro. It took all the strength in his body not to push down on her head. She sucked and licked and tormented until he was positive she had driven him half-mad.

Then she drew away, charging up his body to meet his lips for another kiss. They ended up wrapped around each other, a tangle of limbs. He was more than ready to plunge in, when Stephanie whispered, "Oh, wait!"

She was having second thoughts?

Now?!

Shawn felt as if the world would collapse in on itself if he wasn't allowed to finish but luckily Stephanie had no intentions of stopping, instead she asked with genuine concern, "Will this hurt your back? I mean just tonight you..."

Shawn couldn't help but smile, she literally did taste as sweet as she was, "Stephanie, I'll be fine."

"But..."

"This is good for it. Sex is very therapeutic for my back, I assure you."

Stephanie's look suggested she didn't agree, Shawn shook his head, "Stephanie, I'll be fine. I promise, if it hurts I'll stop."

"I'm worried you won't be able to stop, God knows, I don't want to."

Shawn couldn't argue there, but he continued, "Stephanie, I've had sex after the injury before. It's fine. I did hurt it earlier tonight but I think its okay now. Trust me, if it flares up I'll be put out of the mood pretty fast."

Stephanie thought about this, then slowly nodded her consent. Shawn gave her a smile and kiss, "Thanks for being concerned, princess."

She beamed at this when Shawn spoke again, "You know, since we're having this break, I should ask if you have protection..."

"I'm on the pill. Have been for six years."

"Well, I think just for safety's sake..." Shawn rolled off of her and searched for his pants. He found them a crumpled pile on the floor. He leaned over the edge of the bed, fishing the hem of the jeans with his fingers. As he drew them over he heard Stephanie remark, 'nice butt' which was met with a resounding smack to aforementioned part.

"Hey!" Shawn shouted in mock outraged dignity. Stephanie answered with hysterical giggles. Shawn grinned and filtered through his jean pockets, eventually finding his wallet and the condom inside. He tossed aside everything he didn't need and quickly situated himself, once we was ready he gave her a smile and glare that made her shiver, "You come here."

"No! No-ahh!" Stephanie screamed, laughing half of it as Shawn grabbed her and quickly returned with his own spank to her. They both laughed, rolling around on the bed kissing and even tickling each other until at last the playfulness melted back into the earlier burning need. Their kisses had become undeniably sexual as had their hands. Both of them had indulged in more foreplay touching, returning them back to their aroused state. Shawn checked himself one last time before he thrust inside of her.

They both rested a minute, startled by what was happening as if just now the magnitude of the moment had become clear. Their eyes met, searching again then their lips drew together inevitably as if they had been meant to. Slowly Shawn began to move inside her. He couldn't believe what was happening, he was inside her. Inside Stephanie. And it was achingly wonderful.

Stephanie clung tightly to Shawn, his body moving against her own electric. She moved with him, eager to please. Her back arched, as did his, their movements fluidly rhythmic. It started off slowly, softly almost like the beginning of a dance but quickly faded away, burned up into a fiery passion. They were both painting, moaning their desire, each other's names constant repeated cries.

Sweaty hands clung, hungry lips met and they both felt the release building up inside them. Soon their movements became frantic, each teetering on the edge. Shawn reached between their bodies, finding the burning hot area where Stephanie needed to be touched most. The second his fingers rubbed the honeyed nub she came. With a piercing shriek she tumbled over into an explosive climax, her body crushing down on him tightly. His own choked cry came as he fell over, his body thundering its release.

He collapsed on top of her, resting in her warm arms. They both held the other, breathless and dizzy. What they had just shared had been amazing, wonderful...and it was also going to change their lives forever.