Author's Note: I just realized something! When I wrote the chapters of this story, I would put three asterisks in the center of the document to separate Annie's POV from Van's POV. But I looked at my story for the first time as it appears on , and realized that has omitted the asterisks completely. So I apologize for any confusion when reading my fic; that was the purpose of the asterisks. One more thing: this chapter turns into a song fic pretty early on, and the lyrics are "Love of a Lifetime" by Firehouse. Don't own them. Wish I did, though.

Also, FROM THIS POINT ON, THINGS ARE GOING TO GET PRETTY EXPLICT! MEANING, THIS CHAPTER IS NOT WORK/SCHOOL SAFE!

How did I see this coming? Something deep, deep inside of me told me to hold onto the badges, that Annie would be too hyper to keep track of them. I had been trying to keep my cool, but my patience was growing thin.

"Van?" she whimpered, timidly.

"Yes, Annie?" I could even tell my voice was strained and aggravated. I started to become self-conscious.

"I'm sorry…I'm really, really sorry!"

"Annie, it would probably be best if we didn't speak to each other for a while." I wouldn't boot her from under the picnic blanket, for it was the only warmth we had, but that certainly didn't mean we had to engage in the art of conversation. Besides, if we did, there was a good chance I would really loose it.

And Annie complied, very uncharacteristic of her. She stayed very quiet, her legs pressed against her chest, small puffs of air visible in the nippy air. Then, I began to feel something strange coming from her side of the blanket, a trembling. I tilted my head in her direction to find the tears spilling on her face gleaming in the moonlight. Damn.

"Annie…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you."

No response.

"I know you didn't loose the badges on purpose. It's not like you want to be stuck on this island all night without the proper provisions anymore than I do."

Still nothing.

"I just wish we had some way of communicating with our parents, to let them know we're fine. Heck, Pascal could probably navigate his boat to the island and pick us up, if we could call them."

Still nothing, just more trembling.

"Annie? Come on, will I never hear your voice again?" I peeked my head over her shoulder, trying to get closer, but she continued to pull away. Immediately I regretted ever becoming angry with her. I hadn't the slightest inclination as to how to handle this situation, so I let my body do the talking: I snuck up on Annie, quickly enough to prevent her from fleeing, and kissed her on the temple, gently. After doing so, I found I couldn't drag my face away from hers, that I couldn't move back but only forward. That same tightness remerged in my pants, guiding me on my hormonal and aroused way. Oh no, am I about to drag Annie and I into something we'll regret later? All my senses and emotions confided in me that everything would be fine, perhaps more than that.

My mouth moved from her temple, and hovered over her delicate neck. I saw the goose bumps emerge on her skin in response to my hot breath, obviously the neck being a sensitive spot for her. She began to angle her face towards mine, but considering her back was still to me we couldn't exactly see eye to eye, literally. That was okay, because although I have never done anything similar to this before, I still proceeded to press my lips against her neck, near the back of her hairline. She bent her back, placing her body against mine, and stroke the side of my face with one hand. I slipped the hand that I was not leaning against around her waist.

I guess the time was right for us to say

We'd take our time and live our lives together day by day

Before it could go any further, she turned around on her bottom, and stared into my eyes. Any remnants of her tears were erased, but something still sparkled in her eyes.

We'll make a wish and send it on a prayer

We know our dreams can all come true with love that we can share

Was this happening? Or had I fallen asleep, still stranded on this island, but in a less pleasurable way? Just a minute ago Van was furious with me, and suddenly he starts kissing me. Had someone come and taken my real Van away and replaced him with a lusty doppelganger?

"I'm sorry," he breathed, the words coming out like one. He began to turn away from me, but before he could remove himself from the situation, I cupped his face in my palms, forcing him to look at me. I couldn't think of anything to say. Scratch that: I could, but I couldn't articulate the words, the reassuring words that what he was doing was quite all right with me. Instead, I leaned in, and when I felt no struggle for freedom from him, placed my mouth over his, keeping the position for a minute or two. As we kissed, I felt his tension dissolve.

My fingers moved away from his face and into his hair. As I did so, he began to lean forward until he was laying on top of me, kissing me more deeply. His wandering hands began to explore the contours of my body as mine slipped away from his hair and started to paw at his back. He lifted one of my thighs, holding it in his hand, pulling it upward until my shin was parallel to his waist. From there his lips left mine and worked their way down my neck. His erection stabbed into my own private parts, against my pants, and all these wonderful sensations overtook all my composure and I moaned loudly into the starry sky.

With you I never wondered – will you be there for me

With you I never wondered – you're the right one for me

I finally found the love of a lifetime

Her body became too irresistible to keep hidden underneath her clothing, and as she worked on removing my belt and pants, I started to pull her shirt over her head. After helping to get my pants and boxers off and out of the way, I heard her gasp.

"Damn…" she muttered breathlessly, though her expression was that of anticipation. I only smiled, unclipping her bra. I began to work on her breasts, each perfect: not too big, not too small, and definitely round enough to satisfy any man. I traced the circumference of her harden nipples with my tongue and hand, as she cried out and struggled out of her pants and panties. I tore the one hand that fondled her right breast, and moved my mouth to that one while the once occupied hand slowly drifted to the bush of her pubic area. And the feeling of her clawing at my nearly drove me over the edge, which wasn't good: I didn't want to be on the edge of ecstasy, I wanted to be engulfed by it. So, in all eagerness, I quickly removed my shirt. Before it was over my head, or even half away across my torso, I felt her grip my length into her hands, moving them up and down rhythmically, sensually; it caused me to freeze in my efforts as the vision of the world began to swirl before my eyes, but I soon regained myself and got the shirt off. I braced myself over her, my palms on the ground next to each side of her head, sweating and panting while she continued touching me, giving brief but much welcomed squeezes at regular intervals. I felt my length growing darker, and decided to follow Annie's same lead by pushing my fingers inside her expecting hole. While I could tell she wasn't a virgin, and recalling what I saw at Toby's house from what seemed like ages ago, it didn't bother me, for she was still tight and fresh enough to become my own. Her eyes rolled back as I tried to cling to the world, failing miserably.

A love to last my whole life through

I finally found the love of a lifetime

Forever in my heart, I finally found the love of a lifetime

Oh Goddess, the feeling of simply two of his fingers inside my body drove me mad with passion and need, a sensation Matt never could deliver to me. My heart pounded so fast that I feared it would burst through my skin and flop onto the ground, twitching with a few last remaining beats before taking me into the afterlife. Oh Goddess, he felt so goddamn good, so good that my back arched skyward, as he placed his face back between my breasts. I assumed he too could feel my rapid heart beat; I know I could feel his from his pulsating erection that I still clung to. But I knew that if this foreplay didn't end soon, I would be driven to madness and not the good kind either.

"Van, I'm…I'm going to…" but my quickening heart and respiration made speaking difficult.

"Me too…."

With every kiss our love is like brand new

And every star up in the sky was made for me and you

We couldn't continue this endless waltz, and so once she laid herself back onto the ground, she released her hold on me, wrapping her legs and arms around my back, easing me down on top of her fully, lovingly running her fingers through my hair once again in anticipation. I still wasn't sure what to do. That isn't to say I didn't know what she and I both meant when we confessed of our approaching orgasms, but no matter how many medical books one reads, one is never fully prepared for the intense ritual of love making. But I listened to my body, shifted my weight a little, still under Annie's hold, and began to slip myself inside her moist cave, at first just my head (which cause her to cry out once again, but not with the full fledged passion which was following close behind), and even more gently inserted myself wholly.

Still we both know that the road is long

I never knew what it was like to have your eyes roll inside of your skull until Van submerged him inside of me. My back once again arched as we rocked into each other, Van slipping out and then back in with each movement, the same soothing pace as the ebb and flow of the surrounding ocean's waves. Nails dragging down his perfectly chiseled back, his glasses fogging up, until finally I felt him release himself inside of me, the warm liquid filling my inners. I didn't care if I became pregnant or, highly unlikely as it was, contracted an STD. Van was inside of me, we were no longer Van and Annie but, well, Vannie. When there was nothing left to weep out of his tip, he collapsed on top of me. At first glance, he's a lanky though fit guy, but with the appearance of being a lightweight, and though he's far from fat (so goddamn far! I could pour drinks on his perfect one-hundred and eighty degree abdomen), he was still a tad heavy. But I didn't care, and thank the Goddess who watches over us and our land, the sun was far from coming up.

But we know that we will be together because our love is strong