AN: Definitely bad language and adult activities.

Pete dove in as he stumbled down on top of her. Fisting his hands in her hair, he kissed her aggressively, opening his mouth over hers, sucking her lips and then sliding his tongue against hers. Myka gasped and braced her feet on the bed on either side of his thighs, pushing her center against his erection. Pete groaned his approval. Apparently, Myka was okay with aggressive. He tugged on her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck to his lips and tongue. He moved downward until he once again ran into her shirt.

"Hey, Myka," he asked.

"Yeah, Pete?"

"Can we do the whole sexy-striptease-kissing-each-inch-of-your-skin-as-I-slowly-reveal-it-thing next time? Because right now I just want to get all your clothes off as fast as possible."

"I am so okay with that, as long as you strip, too," she said.

"Deal." He levered himself reluctantly away from her and pulled his shirt over his head. As he reached for his pants, he eyes flew to her bra-covered breasts emerging from beneath her shirt. She was wearing a sensible plain white bra, but it might have been Victoria's Secret's finest judging by the reaction it got from Pete. Oh, man, he was about to see the promised land! He hastily pushed his jeans to the floor and kicked them off. Luckily he'd taken his shoes and socks off when they'd returned to the inn, because he was pretty sure he was incapable of simultaneously: 1. taking them off, 2. remaining upright, and 3. keeping himself from having a premature orgasm watching Myka take off her clothes. Two and three were hard enough.

Myka paused in the act of pushing her pants over her hips and pointed sternly at Pete. "If you laugh at my underwear, I swear to God, Pete, you will never see me naked, got it?"

"I won't laugh," he promised. Laughing was about the furthest thing from Pete's mind – until he saw the huge cotton underwear she was wearing. He manfully bit back a chortle, but his face must have given him away.

"Look," Myka explained sheepishly, "Things have been pretty hectic lately and laundry hasn't exactly been at the top of my to-do list, so I'm down to my third-string undies, okay?"

"Totally understand that, no judgment here, but they are pretty ugly so you should definitely take them off as soon as possible. The bra, too, where'd you get that, Goodwill?"

"Pete!" she laughed, throwing her pants at him. He pulled them away from his face just in time to see the bra come off. She decided to throw that at him, too.

So there they were, facing each other, she in her granny panties and he in his boxer briefs (inside-out because things had been really hectic lately and laundry hadn't exactly been at the top of his to-do list …). Myka felt nervous for the first time that night, but judging by the bulge tenting his underwear, there was something in there she really wanted to see, so … wait, were they inside-out? Oh, hell, it was Pete, she was lucky they weren't Spiderman underoos.

Pete, on the other hand, was too busy staring at her bodacious rack to feel any self-consciousness whatsoever. "Man, Myka, you are so beautiful," he breathed reverently.

Myka blushed. "Okay, on three, ready?"

"1 … 2 … 3," they counted together. On three, they each pushed down their underwear. Myka's eyes bugged out. He was hung! She generally didn't care overly much about that sort of thing, but holy crap – he was huge! Nice and long and thick and obviously very happy to see her. "Geez, Pete, your cockiness is suddenly starting to make sense," she said admiringly.

Normally, Pete would have used that as an excuse for a dirty comment and days of crowing, but playtime was over – now he had only one focus. "Myka," he growled, moving purposefully toward her and pulling her back into his arms. He fused his mouth to hers and smoothed his palms down her back to her ass, kneading her cheeks and pulling her tight against his raging hard-on. She shivered and rubbed her center against his groin, gasping as her clit brushed against him.

"Ah, Myka," he groaned, kissing and biting at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He pushed her gently back to the bed and followed her down, covering her body with his.

"Pete, touch me," she gasped needily.

"Oh, yeah, baby, everywhere. All night long," he promised. Somewhat reluctantly, he pushed up onto his haunches, straddling her hips, instantly missing the full-body contact but enjoying the view. Swooping down for a quick kiss, he sat back on his heels. As much as he wanted to plunge into her and feel her gloved around him, he remembered her comment about Sam rushing through sex. That was definitely not the impression he was going for here. And honestly, having Myka spread out naked before him like the world's most awesome banquet was an incredible gift. He wasn't going to waste the opportunity. And he knew her, knew she needed this, craved it, craved another human's touch.

"Close your eyes," he whispered. She shut them, and he began his attack. He started with her hair, that beautiful, curly, springy hair that he secretly loved. He hated when she pulled it back, tried to tame it. He loved it when it bounced free, caressing her shoulders. He ran his fingers through it, pushing it back and then moving his fingers to her scalp, massaging it with the perfect pressure.

She shuddered, arching her neck. "Feels so good …" she mumbled.

Rewarding her with another kiss, he moved his hands down to frame her face, running his thumbs across her cheeks, her lips. He moved his fingers forward and stroked gently down her forehead, her nose, her chin, to her ears and down to her neck. Her breasts beckoned to him, but he detoured. He squeezed her upper arms gently and then continued, running his fingers lightly down until he reached her hands. He intertwined their fingers and then moved to cup the backs of her hands, pulling them up one by one and placing a gentle kiss on each palm. Then he stroked back up and finally cupped her breasts.

Myka moaned and arched up as he shaped and squeezed them, pushing them together and leaning down to kiss each tip. "Peeeete," she sighed as he placed the palm of his hands against her turgid nipples, pressing down and the moving his hands up and out, pushing her breasts up and out as well. He ghosted his fingers along the sides of her breasts back to her tips and then repeated the process several more times.

"Pete, what are you doing to me?" Myka asked wonderingly.

Pete panicked. "You don't like it? It's okay, I can do old school," he promised, cupping her breasts once again and squeezing them more firmly than before.

"No, feels sooooo good, never had a guy do that before," she said.

Take that, Sam, Pete thought smugly before rubbing his thumbs across her nipples. Then he pinched them, slowly increasing the pressure and watching her carefully. The tighter he squeezed, the more her face scrunched up, which he was learning was a good thing, and the farther she arched her back, pushing into his pressure. She liked it hard, he realized. He began pinching her nipples sharply and then releasing them, slowly at first and then faster and faster. Myka bowed up even farther, flinging her arms behind her and grasping the top of the mattress. He moved down on top of her, replacing one hand with his mouth, biting gently around her nipples and then sucking on her tip.

Myka squealed. "Oh, yes, Pete, please, harder," she begged. She drew her feet up, knees on either side of his hips. She used her heels against his butt to push him more fully on top of her and began circling her center rhythmically against him. She gasped, "Oh, oh, oh …" each time her clit hit his cock as she got more and more excited.

Pete's plans for a slow seduction flew out the window as he began thrusting against her circles. He knew she must be so tight after a year of abstinence – it was going to a bit of effort to work his way inside her for the first time. He didn't want to break her flow, so he did the next best thing. Propping himself up on one arm, he reached down and pushed himself down between her legs. Then he moved back on top of her, sucking her nipple and stroking along her crotch, making sure to hit her clit on each pass.

The volume and pitch of Myka's squeals increased dramatically. She brought her legs down flat beneath his and pulled them tightly together to create a tight passage for him. Reaching down, she grabbed his butt cheeks, kneading them and pulling him down on each stroke. Pete groaned, trying to maintain control. Her warm, wet crotch felt so good against him, so close to where he really wanted to be. He gritted his teeth and hung on, shifting to press harder against her bundle of nerves, sucking her breast as Myka writhed beneath him and finally biting down on the nipple. Myka screamed and shattered, spasming against him as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

AN2: Feel free to let me know if I've gone wildly off course. It's been awhile. Uh, since I wrote smut.