Alright guys so this chapter is in fact a lemon. Now I understand that not everyone is a lemon fan so if one would like this chapter can be skipped and not read. There is no plot progression in here unless you consider a state of undress plot. Anyway just letting you know that if this isn't your thing, the next chapter will not have any lemon. Anyway for those of you reading this chapter please enjoy and review as always.

Her weight was familiar in his arms. He had carried her many times, for laughs, when he would spin her around while she giggled, when they got into arguments and he threw her over his shoulder, and like right now, when she wasn't walking to the bedroom fast enough. He looked down at her, noting the faint pink in her cheeks and the expectant look in her eye; he remembered that too. She had her arms loosely wrapped around his neck, her fingers pressed gently into his skin. She gestured with her head the way to the bedroom a seductive curve adding to her smile on her lips as she did so. He reached the door and then peered down at her once more. Her face was more calm now, more at peace. He wondered if she was thinking about David, how she would feel afterward. As much as he joked about her leaving the guy he didn't want her to feel guilty after they were done. He didn't want her to regret her decision, didn't want to see any more pain in her mismatch colored eyes.

"Hey, we don't hafta do this if you don't wanna."

"I wouldn't do this if I didn't wanna," she replied in slightly playful tone.

"Rona, I'm trying to be-I dunno-serious."

"I don't want to be. If I were to be serious I would lose this-lose you. I don't want that just yet."

He nodded and kicked open the door. He carried her to the bed, which smelled just like the detergent she used on all her clothes. He laid her down and for a moment he could only hover over her, watch her. Up until this point he fully expected her to reject him and have to go back to Stryker with his tail between his legs, but she had wanted him.

"Are you gonna keep looking at me like that?"

"Yeah, I don't know how to stop."

She reached up with one hand and pulled up the hem of his shirt. Her questing fingers moved beneath the fabric sending tiny shocks along his skin. She moved from her laying position to a more serene pose, her body kneeling to match his height. She stopped teasing and lifted up the shirt, he raised his arms to help her along. When her palms came in contact with his bare chest he felt his heart rail against his chest even faster. He was nervous, happy, terrified, and confused all at once. He felt as if he were making love for the first time in his life.

She pressed blessedly soft lips over his heart and he sighed contentedly. Because that's what he finally was, happy. No torn flesh, no sharpened swords, no blood, just her body, her eyes, her soul wanting him. Her lips traveled north landing near the juncture of his neck and shoulder. She sucked at the tender area and his hands moved to her hips holding her steady. He couldn't move at all as her teeth nipped gently along his jaw and her tongue tasted from there to his sweet spot just behind his ear. He groaned his grip on her becoming more tight.

"You're afraid,"she whispered.

"I don't wanna fuck things up 'Ro."

"You won't."

"How do you know? I've done it before. What if I-"

And then she pulled away and he saw her eyes. No one had ever looked at him like that. So much faith and trust and love appeared in those dual colored orbs.

"You said you loved me, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"Yes is all you need to say."

Her finger silenced him, pressing gently against his lips. Before he could think his tongue traced delicately over her finger. Her breath hitched as he drew the digit into his mouth and sucked. Her eyes closed heavily and he pulled her close her clothed body flush against his. He released her finger and took her lips instead. He kissed her the way he had when they had first met: tentatively, slowly, and with a hint of reverence. He tasted her and couldn't help but get harder at the thought of what the rest of her would taste like. The kiss became more intense as Wade used teeth and tongue to get Rona to open her mouth. She let him in and once again the taste of her flooded his mouth. His hands moved to the bottom of her shirt pulling up awkwardly as their tongues moved with one another. She groaned as his finger brushed against her bare skin in an effort to remove her clothes. He swallowed it down, still attacking her mouth as if he wouldn't get another chance. And for second when Rona pulled away and glanced up at him she realized that he didn't think he would.

She let him remove the rest of her shirt now only clad in jeans and a simple white bra. He removed the bra his hands moving to her back his chest pressing against hers once more. He pulled away the offending fabric and she blushed.

"Nothin' I haven't seen before," he said imitating her from earlier.

"I know, but-"

"I missed seeing you."

She bowed her head suddenly shy.

"Lay down," he said to her, and she did. Her breasts rose and fell, nipples standing at rose pink points. He moved so that he his knee was between her leg and his arms on either side of her head. His lips brushed lightly against Rona's then tugged gently making her sigh. He then moved to the her jaw nipping and sucking the soft flesh there. She gasped and shivered when his teeth grazed her ear his tongue dipping inside. Wade felt her hands clasp around his biceps as his mouth moved lower to her neck.

"Wade, please," she begged, her voice husky. His pants only became more uncomfortable because the only thing sexier than Rona, was Rona when she was all hot and bothered.

"Lemme take my time 'Ro, besides," he said smoothly his eyes catching hers,"you're absolutely delicious."

He let his thumb brush casually over one of her nipples and reveled in the tremors that made her arch into him. She brushed up against his arousal and he groaned. He took a taut nipple between thumb and index finger and tugged lightly watching as she bit her lip and shut her eyes. He pulled harder wanting to hear another moan and he was not disappointed. He then grazed her other nipple with his teeth and the mewling noise that escaped her practically made his eyes roll into the back of his head. He loved her bedroom noises. He felt her leg wrap around his waist struggling to bring him closer, but he only continued the onslaught on her breasts refusing to move.

"Wa-Wade, please! I can't-oh my God!"

He began to suck on the hardened bud, wrapping it with his tongue and pulling on the soft flesh. Her fingers dug into his back almost painfully begging, but in response he only switched sides. Her hips moved eagerly against his but he wanted her to get off first. He let his hands mouth trail down to her stomach. There was a light birthmark just above her hip that resembled, to Wade, Australia. He pressed a kiss there letting his finger trace the mark tentatively. Her hands interrupted him trying to get out of her pants, but he pressed them to the side of the bed."

"If you don't fuckin-"

Her voice caught as his mouth pressed to the zipper of her pants. His eyes flicked back up to hers and he winked. He pulled the zipper with his teeth and then continued to get the rest of the material with his hands. She kicked it off and it slid to the floor in a heap. He moved back up to have her mouth again. Once again she entangled herself with him her knee brushing against his cock through the fabric. This kiss was more insistent. She wanted him and the nips and bites she delivered conveyed it perfectly. He delved his tongue into her mouth struggling to place a name to her taste, to imprint himself on her forever. He kissed the corners of her mouth, her eyes, her nose. She rocked her knee against him again and he growled harshly pushing back against the limb.

"Fine! We'll do it your way!"

He reached down his hand gripping her sex through the flimsy underwear. She moaned loudly moving into his hand.

"Jesus, you're wet," Wade muttered to himself bluntly. He pulled away the last piece of clothing that she wore. He hadn't seen her like that in years. He hadn't spoken to her, touched her, laughed with her, made love to her since she was in school. She was a woman now there was little more weight behind her curves, even her breasts had been bigger. She looked up at him her teeth tugging on her lip. Nervousness. He cupped her again his thumb brushing over the sensitive nub. She shouted and rolled her hips upward. He let a finger slide into her slick heat and began to pump in and out with an agonizing slowness that had her panting. Watching her expression a glazed hungry look, Wade slid in another finger which she accepted with a throaty sound of approval. She tried to move against his hand but he held her hip still with the other.

"Uh uh 'Ro, my way."

"Your way-uh-oh, oh do that again!" Wade grinned as he watched her move with the three fingers inside of her. She was a vision and with a sudden pang he wished that she was his. He had never wanted so badly to live past the cancer at this moment. He removed his fingers and then moved to take off his pants and boxers. She waited patiently as he held her hips and eased her forward.

"Sure about this," he asked his voice low and rasping.

"Yes."

He slid into her with one gliding thrust. He let out a loud sound at the sudden clenching heat that enveloped him. The cry that escaped Rona sent shivers of sweet arousal down his spine making him pull out and snap back into her. She grabbed his forearms squeezing into them as he moved. He adjusted her legs so that they rested over his shoulders driving deeper into her. Her head lolled back and she let out a sound that had Wade moving into her with even more desperation.

It was strange this moment that they were sharing again. He didn't think that he could ever have her this way again. He didn't think that she would ever forgive him and now here she was beneath him. Her fingers were leaving crescent moon shapes in his arms, her hair surrounded her like a dusky stretch of ocean. Sweat beaded on her skin as she panted under his onslaught and her eyes....he loved their sparkling contrast. As they both neared completion he prayed that he coould keep her.

"Rona...I'm-"

And he was gone. It was almost as if his heart stopped and colors blurred. It was as if he gotten to see a glimpse of heaven and as he looked down at her he could see her reaching that place too. He kissed her fervently as she moved higher and when she cried out it reverberated through his chest, made his heart pick up again.

When they both came back down they looked at each other.

"I missed that," he said breathlessly a grin on his face.

"Me too," her body practically glowing in post-orgasmic satisfaction.