Here it is, the *drum roll* final part! This is yet another first for me so hope its not totally awful.

The title comes from the poem featured by Robert Frost of the same name. I have a thing for Frost if you just noticed.


It had been quiet inside, everyone must have retired to their own rooms for the night. They probably missed dinner too, but she wasn't hungry for food. She was hungry for something entirely different. She knew it because she didn't feel it in her stomach; instead she felt it in her bones, in her heart, in her toes, in her lips…

Walking through the dark, quiet corridors of the Institute with Julian's hand entangled tightly with her own had made her yearn for more of his touch. It was getting so overwhelming it was hard for her to breathe.

She stopped in her tracks needing to find a way to feed her hunger. After a quick glance to make sure the corridors were empty, she kissed him. He was caught off guard and started to move away, but she wasn't ready to let go just let. Instead, she pulled him flush against her, hands moving to his neck, holding him to her. She loved the feeling of their bodies being so close together.

She felt him relax as he started kissing her back with just as much earnest, if not more. She felt the hunger dissipate for a few moments, thinking that it was over, the monster fed, but that was just because a more primal need took over - the need to breathe. Reluctantly she pulled back, but not removing her hands or body from their position on him.

When she looked at him, she was sure she was being set on fire and having a bucket full of ice dumped on her head all at the same time. She thought she was hungry for him a few moments ago, but that was nothing compared the absolute need she felt now. She wanted him everywhere; she wanted to know what he felt like inside her. And not simply in the sexual way. She wanted to have him enter her soul and never leave. She wanted them to have their own little world where nothing would get in the way of them being together, of being happy.

Before she could contemplate her next move, his lips were on hers again. They didn't stay there long as she felt him move his lips to her kiss across her jaw slowly, until reaching her ear. Feeling his tongue quickly flick against her earlobe had made her illicit a moan, which brought them back to reality.

Without missing a beat, he led her to her room and closed the door, holding her against it. Then he did what she never thought he would do in a situation like this - he began laughing. Laughing with such unadulterated joy and ease she couldn't help but join in, enjoying the small piece of heaven they were creating for themselves, acting like the hormonal teenagers that they were.

Then it all happened very fast. His lips were suddenly on her neck and all sounds of laughter dissipated, being replaced with heavy breathing. Her hands went into his hair, tugging at the brown locks there as he continued his assault on her neck.

She stiffened another moan as his lips and tongue made their way back to her ear, biting at the earlobe more forcefully than before. She exhaled loudly, moving her lips to capture his. While her lips were dancing with his, her hands had traveled down his neck and back and onto the bottom of his shirt, contemplating moving them under it. He seemed to understand and made the choice easy, taking off his shirt off and throwing it to the floor. She didn't have a chance to admire him as his lips dived back to her neck.

Despite their actions two weeks ago, this was on a different level. That was done out of a need to release tension. This was more intimate, being done out of a need to simply be together.

She was pretty sure she had scratched his back when she felt him sucking on her neck. Everytime she felt his tongue dart out to touch the sensitive spot she would feel a shock spread through her body, resting at her core. How she wanted him to leave a mark on her skin, something that would claim her as his, and only his. But it couldn't be there, not somewhere that visible.

Emma managed to break the hold his lips had on her skin, using everything she had, and placed her hands on his chest, causing him to have a sudden rush of breath. He must have felt the same fire coursing through his veins, the same spark being ignited whenever their skin touched. As she leaned in to whisper into his ear, she felt a hard object pressing against her center.

She was going to tell him something, there was a reason for her leaning into his ear, but for the life of her she couldn't remember what it was anymore. Not while he was standing against her, half naked with his desire for her being that evident. So she didn't bother with the thought, and instead brought her lips to his neck. She felt him place one hand by her face to steady himself.

She now understood why he had liked kissing her neck. It was not only soft and smooth, but it tasted and smelled like him. It was like kissing his lips but only better because of the sounds he was emitting due to her actions. Oh, that's right, that's what she wanted to tell him.

"Shh," she whispered through ragged breaths. "Don't make too much noise, we have to be quiet."

"Then stop turning me on."

His voice was as soft as velvet and yet as stern as the Inquisitor's. That had, in itself, turned her on even more. She wasn't going to argue with him, not now, especially not when his entire torso was hers to finally explore.

She kissed him hard, one last time, letting her body rock against his before she took his hand and let him to her bed. He laid down without another word, crossing his hands above his head, staring at her with a slightly amused expression.

Before she thought twice about how he looked at her, she moved to sit on top of his lap. His hands reflectively moved to rest on her hips. She fought back the urge to grind her hips against him.

Despite the near darkness of the room, she could tell his expression changed; he was staring at her with an intensity that was starting to make her bones melt. To escape, she leaned forward, kissing him again, moving her hands from his hair to his neck to his chest. As her hands explored, so did his, moving up and down her sides slowly, his touch adding fuel to the fire. She no longer could, nor did she want to, keep her hips under control; she allowed them to rock against him, sending waves of pleasure through them both. She was sure she heard him whimper her name at her actions.

Her lips soon left his and followed the trace of her hands, down his neck, across his collarbone and onto his chest. She was sure she was starting to feel him shake under her as she kissed the parabatai mark. Emma made sure to remember that for later.

Suddenly he sat up, almost bumping her forehead into his. "This seems a bit unfair," he told her, continuing to drive his hands up and down her sides.

"What?" she asked a little more forcefully than she ought to, but in her defense she was just torn away from what was turning into her new favorite activity.

"Well, look at our positions. I'm half naked and you still have all your clothes on. That's unjust by all the laws in the universe."

She felt a blush rushing to her face. "What are you going to do about it, Jules?" She teased him back.

A huge grin spread across his face as he grabbed her shirt and tugged up until it was over her head, leaving her sitting there in her bra. She knew it would be a cliche thing to cover herself so she fought against it. What was the point of being modest now?

His expression had softened as he stared at her.

"What are you looking at?" She asked. Turning her head to look behind her, expecting something to be there.

"You." He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You're beautiful, Emma Carstairs." His hand going up to cup her face. "So beautiful and you don't even know it." His voice was but a whisper now.

She thought she would feel shy about this whole thing, be scared and nervous. But now that she was there, now that she was feeling just how wonderful he could make her feel with just his eyes and words, all worry flew out the window. And she knew. Knew that, even if this didn't work out, if they couldn't make it work, that there would never be anyone else for her. He was it.

Her eyes traced up and down his body, "You aren't so bad yourself." She said as she leaned in and kissed him. It wasn't as forceful of a kiss, but it was just as passionate. Maybe more so because of the feel of his skin against hers.

He pushed her flush down against him, holding her in a hug, moving his hands up and down her back. "You're all I need." He whispered against her ear, breathing her in. "Nothing matters as long as I have you in my arms. I love you, Emma."

She couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"What's so funny?" he questioned, feigning being hurt.

"Nothing, I just can't stop laughing at how cheesy you are becoming." She responded into his neck. Never in her wildest imagination would she have ever thought that they would be talking like this to each other.

She knew he would start to protest and moved her lips to his again, effectively shutting him up. Emma wanted to be wrapped up in his arms and continue talking to him, but her body needed something entirely different - and based on what she was still feeling, so was he.

She restarted her journey across his neck and collarbone, kissing her way down his chest. She loved hearing him inhale sharper and sharper as she kissed her way down his stomach, eventually reaching his belt.

He made no move to stop her from unbuckling it, but she saw a sudden look of nervousness on his face.

"Relax, Jules." She told him, giving him a quick peck and moving to unbutton his pants. That was all it took for him to turn putty at her hands and she loved every moment of it. She loved feeling him grow in her hand. She loved hearing him trying to control his breath as wave and wave of pleasure spread across his face. Most of all she loved hearing him call out her name.

After that, after he had rolled her under him, she had become putty in his hands. She couldn't have imagine being able to feel so awake and full of life. The way he had made her feel - the way they both felt - had to have meant something, it had to have meant that they were supposed to be doing this. It wasn't even about the pleasure of it. It was about feeling things click. Of feeling that everything would work itself out in time. Never again would she ever have a bit of doubt about them again.


There was a poem she had heard long ago. She tried to remember how it went.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

That seemed to describe them well. Others had chosen different paths, followed the laws for fear of consequences; instead they had both chosen the path that no one dared to take. But for them there could be no other option. You had a lot of choices in this life she realized, but only one life to make them. They had chosen the muddy path, but they had chosen it together. They would make it through, she knew, as long as they held onto that, just as she had held on to Cortana all those years ago.


There you have it. his is as close to a sex scene as I can write so be proud that I even got this far. Thanks everyone for your kind words and support of this story. Pretty sure this is where I leave these two. I might write another story with them (and if anyone has any ideas please let me know), but don't think it will be in this story universe; also it might be a while since I'm working on an Austin and Ally fanfic with a friend and I have an idea for another Brallie story. T

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Until we meet again!