A/N: I'm very sorry for the long delay, I've been trying to post this since Thursday, but ff .net has been having some problems. Apparently they're fixed now though. Enjoy!

Warnings: Smut smut smut... And some bad language. Oh, and smut.

Disclaimer: Still not mine.


Primal

Chapter 7 – Satisfaction

There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction. -Salvador Dali

Someone was here. I had been fast asleep a minute ago but something woke me up. I slowly turned in my bed and saw a familiar figure sitting in the chair by my bed. Ranger. He'd said he'd be back later. Apparently now was later.

After Ranger left earlier, Scott and I had lunch at my apartment. The food was excellent, even the vegetables, but for once in my life I couldn't focus on the food. Thoughts of Ranger were running through my mind the whole time we ate. Luckily, Lula called while we were eating and offered to go shopping with me. Anything to take my mind off of my complicated life. After lunch Scott gave me a ride to the bonds office to meet Lula, but when we got there we realized Ranger was in the office. I was watching Ranger's car and debating going in versus waiting him out, when Scott had the most stupid idea ever. He told me he knew just how to make Ranger jealous and dragged me into the alley where Ranger and I have shared so many moments. And then he kissed me. He kissed me straight on the lips and right when Ranger walked out of the office. There was no way that he didn't see us.

I didn't know what to do. The kiss was really nice, but if Ranger wasn't angry with me before, he certainly was now. After that Lula and I spent a few hours at the mall shopping and talking about my problem. I told her about the fiasco at lunch and that Ranger wanted to have a talk, I told her about Scott kissing me and Ranger seeing us. While I was telling her everything she kept up a running commentary on how stupid Ranger was acting and it actually started to rub off on me. By the time I got home I was furious with both Ranger and myself. I was angry with Ranger for not giving in to his feelings, and I even started to doubt that he actually loved me. I just couldn't see him really loving me and not acting on it by now. I was angry with myself for coming up with this stupid plan of taming Ranger. I was even a little angry with Scott for kissing me in the alley, even though he only followed my plan. I had after all told him that I wanted to make Ranger jealous.

I spent the entire evening waiting for Ranger to come and have that fucking talk, but he never showed up. Between waiting for Ranger and cursing him for being such a jerk, I worked up a lot of anger against him. I wanted to grab that stubborn asshole and just kick his ass into tomorrow. With that thought I went to bed, and with that thought I woke up now. He was here and I was simmering with anger at him. The fact that he woke me up at three in the morning did nothing to sooth my temper.

"Ranger." I said, barely able to control the anger in my voice.

"We need to talk Babe." he said.

I could tell that he too was angry by the tone of his voice. In the dim light from the moonlight through the window, I could see tight lines around his mouth, giving away what he was feeling. I got out of bed and put on an oversized sweatshirt over my tank top and shorts. Turning on the lights I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the only bottle I had, tequila, and opened it. If we were going to do this I needed alcohol. And who knows, it just might sooth my anger a bit. Yeah right. Taking a sip straight from the bottle I sat down in the couch. Ranger came into the living room and sat in the chair opposite of me. I placed the bottle on the table between us and just stared at him.

"I saw you kiss Scott." Ranger suddenly said, grabbing the bottle and taking a sip. "In the alley." Where we usually kiss was left unsaid.

"Is that was this talk is about?" I purred, "You saw how I kiss someone I actually care about? Are you angry with me because I haven't bothered trying to kiss you since I've been with Scott?" It was a low blow, but the anger I felt was doing my talking. I leaned forward, my eyes sparkling, "Cleary our previous encounters meant nothing to you, so why would you care about me kissing someone else?" I'd found his sore spot. I saw it in his eyes, a brief flicker of something before his eyes narrowed and turned an angry black.

He smirked, "Oh no, our encounters sure meant something; a desperate woman seeking a real man to give her what no-one else could." He took a long pull from the bottle, grinning a little at my angry face.

"Really," I asked, "then why is it you who are trying to kiss me every time we meet? Why do you always come back for more? Do you enjoy being turned down by me? Do you get turned on by the fact that I kiss you and then go home and kiss someone else?" That's got to sting. I grabbed the bottle from the table and took a long drink from it.

"Well, any woman would do. You're just conveniently there." Ouch.

My brain was working overtime to figure out a retort. "I thought someone with your self control would be above such carnal longings." I reached for the bottle and took a gulp, grimacing at the taste and the alcohol.

"I didn't think someone like you would know anything about carnal longings." he shot back immediately. He grabbed the bottle from me and took a long pull.

"Oh, really? I bet Scott would say otherwise." Chew on that. The alcohol was starting to work, I felt the warmth spread to my face and body, making everything seem clearer and more defined.

"Chef boy wouldn't recognize true love if it jumped up and bit him I the ass." From talking about lust to recognizing true love in two seconds flat.

"But you would?"

The atmosphere in my small living room had suddenly changed from a palpable anger to something else. Something deep and raw. I could almost touch the sexual tension in the room and Ranger and I were both breathing heavy.

"Yes, I would." he said, looking me straight in the eye. He slowly stood up and walked around the table to me. I saw him as in slow motion come closer and closer until he was towering over me where I sat on the couch. He leaned in, resting his hands on either side of my head, invading my space. Too close. Making me dizzy.

"In fact, I've already found it."

I didn't have time to process what he'd just said before his lips came crashing down on mine, making conscious thought impossible. All I was aware of were his lips on mine. The kiss was desperate and hungry. Our tongues battled, teeth scraping against lips, leaving them swollen and sensitive. I could hardly breathe from the emotions I was feeling. Every feeling that I could possibly experience was simmering just beneath the surface, making me lightheaded with the sheer magnitude of my emotions.

I clawed at Ranger's shirt, and he broke our kiss just long enough to pull it off. After he disposed of the shirt, he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms, lifting me. I wrapped my legs around him and he walked us to my bedroom. He tossed me down on the bed and almost violently ripped my shorts off of me. The sweatshirt and tank top followed, leaving me completely naked to his view.

He undressed himself and joined me on the bed in smooth catlike movements. Within seconds we were back to exploring each other's bodies, kissing, sucking, feeling and biting. When he kissed my bellybutton I gasped and pulled his hair hard, making him double his efforts. We were in a frenzy, trying to feel as much as possible. I pushed him down on his back and straddled his hips. Leaning down I ran my tongue over the hard ridges of his eight-pack. I scraped my teeth against his skin and heard him draw a sharp breath. Feeling his hot skin under my fingers, kissing him and straddling him was giving me an enormous feeling of empowerment. I felt like anything was possible. Keeping up the sweet torture to his abs and chest, I enjoyed listening to him gasp and sigh.

Soon he'd had enough of the teasing and flipped us over. I felt him pressing at my entrance and wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me. He entered me completely in one slow stroke and I though I might come on the spot. We started to move in unison, fast and hard. I held on to Ranger as he drove himself into me over and over again, making me spiral into ever-climbing pleasure. I was doing my best to meet his strokes, and dug my fingers into his back, undoubtedly leaving marks. The orgasm hit me hard and violently, making me scream out in surprise and pleasure. I quickly came back down and felt Ranger slipping out of me. He was leaning on his elbow, looking at me.

With my first violent orgasm, the mood seemed to change. From the hot, naked lust we had felt only minutes ago, we had now progressed to something deeper and more sensual. I turned to Ranger and found him still hard. Neither of us spoke as he slowly reached out and pulled me closer to him. He sat up on the bed and pulled me into his lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ever so slowly felt him enter me. I felt like he just continued on and on inside of me. I had never felt anyone so fully inside of me. We were face to face, chest to chest, our arms wrapped around each other. In that instance I felt closer to Ranger than I'd ever felt to anyone in my entire life.

Painfully slowly we started to move. Small movements that caused my body to turn to liquid fire. At every stroke I felt my nipples press against his chest. At every stroke I felt his lips on my neck, throat, collar bone. There was no-one else in the world but him and me. The room was lit only by moonlight from the window, illuminating us with a silver glow. I arched my back, offering my breasts and hard nipples for him to taste, driving him even deeper inside of me in the process.

As he coated my breast and nipples in kisses and small bites, I felt my second orgasm start to build deep inside of me. We kept up the slow, agonizing pace for what seemed like hours, while my pleasure grew stronger for every minute. My body was on fire, every single fiber of my being was in tune with Ranger. I felt my orgasm build higher and higher, about to send me flying any second.

Finally Ranger reached down between us and ever so lightly started to massage my aching clit. My climax hit me hard and fast, drowning my senses in unbearable pleasure. Ranger grabbed my hair and pulled hard, forcing me to arch my back, pressing my nipples firmly against his mouth and teeth, burying him deeper inside of me than I thought was possible. My body shattered into a million pieces while Ranger mercilessly kept up the sweet torture to my clit and the slow strokes inside my body. The orgasm swirled inside my body, rippling through every part of me, making me cry out in pleasure. I completely lost track of time as the waves crashed over me. I felt every single inch of my body combusting, my mind exploding with the thrill.

It could have been seconds or minutes, but for me it felt like hours of intense pleasure. In some corner of my consciousness I was aware of Ranger's mouth on my neck and chest and his fingers on my clit. I heard him cry out his own release, and slowly felt the tremors in my body ease back to a bearable level. I could breathe again and drew a shaky breath while clinging on to Ranger as if my life depended on it. We held our pose, sitting in the most intimate position there is, arms around each other, slowly coming down from the immense pleasure we just felt. The occasional aftershock was making my body shudder and I never wanted to let go of Ranger again. Eventually we lay down face to face on the bed and it wasn't long before I was fast asleep.

I woke up on top of Ranger, our legs entwined, my head on his smooth chest. I froze for a second and then slowly lifted my head to meet Ranger's very amused gaze.

"Hi."

"Morning Babe."

"I seem to be on top of you."

"That you do."

"I should probably get down huh?" I asked, starting to slip down back to my side of the bed.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Babe." he said, grabbing my upper arms and holding me still.

I shifted and found the very obvious reason to his discomfort wedged between my thighs.

"Oh." I felt myself blush, I had no idea why, it was only last night that I was sure that no-one else had ever been closer to me. And now I was suddenly embarrassed. Daylight does that to you.

Ranger smiled at my obvious discomfort. "Hate to break the mood, but we never really got to talk last night." With all the bickering and fucking going on.

"I remember something about true love being said?" I said, feeling surprisingly bold now that he'd brought up the subject.

Ranger brushed a curl away from my face. He had the softest look in his eyes. "I believe there was." He looked thoughtful. "But before we go into that I need to know exactly what's going on with you and Scott."

Oh shit, Ranger still didn't know that Scott and I were only friends. I almost felt bad for not telling him sooner. Almost. "Scott and I are only friends."

"So you never…?"

I laughed at the hopeful tone in his voice. "Never."

I suddenly felt very bad about all the hurtful things I'd said to him last night. "I'm so sorry for the things I said last night, I really didn't mean them."

Ranger sighed. "I know, I'm sorry too. I guess that's what happens when you're so in love with someone you can't think straight." He smiled at me, making me feel infinitely better.

He got that dark look in his eyes that I associated with wonderful orgasms and I suddenly became very aware of his hard length against my thigh. But I didn't want to go at it just yet. I still had a few questions that needed to be answered.

"So, have you reconsidered your stand on relationships?"

"Let's say I've decided to make an exception. I have completely fallen for you, and this past week has proven to me that while I might be able to ignore my feelings in the short run, there is no way I can deny my feelings for you in the long term. I love you. And seeing you with Blondie broke my heart." He got a stern look on his face and continued in a dangerous voice. "Don't you ever do that to me again."

I felt my heart swell with happiness. I'd gladly give up all other men for all eternity if it meant I could have Ranger. "I promise." I smiled at him. "So, the Batcave…?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"…is still forever, and I'm taking you there tonight." he smiled at me, placing a kiss in my hair.


A/N: This story has been a complete and utter smut fest. ;) So is this a good note to end this on or is there something you'd want to see happening still? Perhaps you'd want to see how the (now non-date) 'date' with Lula and Tank would go? Or would you like another chapter or two of smutty goodness with our favorite pair? Please let me know so I know if I should call it finished, or still keep going a bit. Thank you!