Okay, I know you guys've been wanting some lemons, so here they are, fresh and juicy. I know that I'm going to ask you at the end, but please review. 3

I fidgeted in my seat, hating the feel of hard, polished wood under me.

The air was hot and stale, pressing around me and giving every girl in the chapel the feeling that they were being suffocated slowly. I took a deep breath and held it, willing myself to hold out a bit longer, just half an hour until vespers ended and we were sent to bed. Of course, that wouldn't be the end of my day by far.

I let the breath out slowly, fighting off thoughts of him. Reverend Waite droned on, his monotone voice shaky and hoarse, as he drew the long prayer to an end. The old drunkard's voice was shaky and hoarse, and his eyelids drooped as he finished our period of torture.

"Amen."

I mouthed along to the word, feeling excitement build in my gut. For a moment I sat erect, waiting for the other girls to file out of the pew before me. But a sideways glance showed Felicity looking at me sharply, her cold eyes glaring daggers as she searched for my secret. Not today, Fee, I thought smugly. I'd made itthrough the whole day without dropping the smallest hint, even when Ann had quietly asked me if I'd had a comfortable sleep, no doubt following orders from Felicity.

Ann was no longer angry about my refusing to tell her what had happened. She understood that everyone has thier secrets, I think, and she was content to let me keep mine in peace. But even so, she had asked me that morning, probably afraid of falling back to her sad social status if she didn't do what Fee told her to.

I smiled at Felicity and stood up, managing to walk smoothly out of the pew and down the stairs defiantly. She was getting nothing out of me, not a shred of nervousness or any of the information that I knew she craved so badly. Felicity was like a shark, I often told myself, a mean ruler of it's territory that could scent blood miles away. In other words, she was a gossiper that didn't think a second for anyone elses feelings, and always got the information that she asked for.

I walked down the path, feeling the slight heat of the setting sun on my back. Ann and Fee caught up to me and we walked silently, our hoods down, enjoying the weather. To the outside world we were three goods friends walking together, but really, there was tension crackling in the air, running between us in currents.

Felicity pressed uneccisarily close to me, as if a small push would motivate me to tell her. Her elbow jabbed me sharply, and I whipped around.

"What?"

She gave me a pout, looking for all the world like a normal sixteen year old girl.

"Gemma, darling, wouldn't you say it's about time for another trip to the realms?" I stiffened, surprised that she would bring the subject up after our last conversation concerning the realms.

"I don't know... are you done pressuring me about that morning?" She smiled, her sad look switching to deviousness in the blink of an eye.

"Of course, Gemma, we all have our secrets."

At this I almost snorted with laughter, but held myslef in line. "Felicity, both you and I know that there is no bloody way that you're going to let this go." Ann looked shocked at my language, then pulled pack into her shell and stared at her boots. Felicity's face had twisted into a scowl at my words, but now she was all smiles.

"Gemma, I honestly think that it would be better for all of us if we went." Her tone was flat, but I caught the frantic hand gestures in Ann's direction, who was occupied with blowing her nose into a ratty tissue. She didn't notice, just tucked the tissue back into her bodice and sniffled, looking confused.

"We better get going, before they leave us behind."

I nodded too eagerly and fell back in beside Felicity. She would not acknowledge me, only made a few more signs towards Ann, before turning her eyes to the dirt and walking silently. I sighed quietly and retreated into my mind, trying to process what Fee was trying to tell me.

I'd gotten nowhere when we stepped back into Spence, still silent, still together. But the thoughts were pushed from my mind; more like shoved violently, when the lights went out in Spence and I sat motionless on an old stool near the door, waiting for the noise to cease.

Kartik.

His perfect features and god-like body were on my mind, making me sweat, even in the cool air that swept in from the partially open window that I'd cracked open right before Ann had went to bed, saying that I'd close it once the stale air was out. In truth, I no longer had to worry about waking anybody when I opened the window to climb out.

I'd decided that I would use the window as an exit, and come in through the front door, since there was no way that I could climb back up the wall in the dead of night, physically and mentally exhausted. As long as I came in quietly, nobody would hear the door creak as it always did or feel the gust of fresh spring air enter the building inexplicably.

I ran my plan over again in my head, and peeked into the hallway, hopeful that whoever was up last night wouldn't fancy the idea of doing it again. Luckily, the hallway was as thick with darkness as the rest of the building, and all of the doors were closed. Not that it mattered who was up when I left, there was no way that they would hear me leaving, let alone come to investigate.

I just needed to be sure, until I got comfortable with sneaking around like this. Which brought up thte question that had gnawed at me ever since last night.

Supposing that I wasn't found out, how long would this thing that we had last?

Until I graduated as a fine young lady?

Until Kartik tired of me and found someone he could be with openly?

I hated to think of him leaving me, or me leaving him, but it had to happen sometime, didn't it? My throat ached horribly as I struggled not to cry. Then the fighter in me took over, and I was walking confidently towards the window and climbing out into the night.

I stood completely still, leaning against a tree, my whole body quivering with anticipation. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, and I swallowed to dispell the scratchy dryness thath plagued my throat.

I'd been in the same position for the better part of an hour.

Where is he?Panic ran hot in my veins as I imagined every one of the countless things that could've happened to him, and I had to force myself to calm down by sinking to the forest floor and massaging my temples in an attempt to slow my breathing and clear my thoughts.

He's coming. He's coming.I repated the words over and over again in my head, until it became a steady chant that obliterated my other thoughts. I rose from the grass, not wanting to tarnish my chemise any more than was needed. The chanting continued as I wrung my hands nervously, straining to catch a glimpse of movement in the trees.

He's coming. He's com- my mind was thrown into a whirlwind as a hand shot out of the forest, grabbing my arm and pinning it above me, against the rough bark of the tree. I drew in a breath to scream, but stifled the sound as I recognized the enticing scent that wafted around me.

Sure enough, the his face was inches from mine as he stepped out of the shadows. I smiled, my terror gone.

"Kartik," I breathed, letting my heart settle back into a regular beat. He loosened his grip on my arm, but still held it above me, his fingers tracing tiny circles against my skin. "Gemma."

I wasted barely a millisecond before closing the distance between his lips and mine, our closeness rekindling the burning need for him that I'd been fighting down for so long. He kissed me passionately, on the brink of being rough, and I knew that something had awakened in him, too.

His left hand found my right, still holding it against the tree, while the other snaked up my side, his fingers lingering near my breast before moving to my neck.

I lifted my leg, wrapping it around his waist, and his hand moved from my neck to support it.

A moan escaped my lips as he bit my tongue lightly. It hurt just enough to be arousing, and I felt sweat gathering on my body already. His lips were lower now, just where my jaw met my neck, sucking and nipping away at the untouched skin.

I moaned more now; he'd found my sweet spot and the feeling was unbearable and hot.

My eyes were on the stars, watching the unmoving sky as pleasure mounted. I lowered my gaze and noticed that we were both totally clothed. My nimble fingers found the hem of his shirt, and it was off in seconds, thrown into a tree at the far side of the clearing.

His chest glistened in the moonlight, and my breathing quickened as I felt the need to remove his trousers, too.

Both of my legs were wrapped around his waist now, and this time we didn't topple.

I started to inch his pants down with my heels, but he chuckled and stopped me, the portion of his face that I could see grinning.

"Ladies first."

Kartik's POV

Her china white skin was smooth as silk under my lips, and her arousing sounds were doing unimagineable things to my thoughts.

She was so damn amazing. I felt her perfection and groaned, feeling an erection coming on already. She was trying to get me naked, which was exactly what I wanted, but I didn't want to seem overeager.

I grabbed her legs and held fast, fighting the urge to rip off her light cotton chemise and take her right then and there. "Ladies first."

She looked almost angry for a moment, then her eyes were fiery with passion again, and the chemise was off in a hurry, leaving her totally unclothed in my arms.

I wasted no time ogling over her body, since I now knew a better way to expierience her.

I took off my trousers in a frenzied rush, my passion wild and untamed. Then we were locked together again, our tongues battling and our bodies pressed tight against eachother. She was so smooth, and once again I marveled at why she would choose me, out of all the men in the world, why such a utterly perfect being would pick me.

Over all the wealthy gentlemen, over young dashing men, and most importantly, over Simon.

I felt a quick rush of jealousy at the thought of him, but my mood couldn't be ruined for long, not with the fact that Gemma was mine right now, and knowing that I was the one kissing Gemma, feeling her like this, and not Simon.

Her leg was up on my waist again, and I reached my hand back to hold it. "I need you, Gemma."

The words barely escaped my lips, the feeling was so tight. They were a low groan, but she understood, whether she could make out the words or not, and lowered her leg, preparing for it.

It was pitch black now, the light having fled hours ago, leaving us to do our mischief in the night. I could barely see the outline of her body, but just the eluminated curve of her hip in the moonlight, made my mouth dry with anticipation.

Suddenly I felt warm, thin fingers close around my hardening erection. My breath hitched at the heavenly feeling, and quickened even more as she moved them up and down, along the length of my penis, which was hot and throbbing, and her torture only made me feel like I was going to burst. But even better was the pleasure in it, causing me to moan involuntarily with each pump.

She picked up speed, the pressure increasing as her fingers tightened around me. Everything was swirling around us, and the world suddenly seemed like too much, then I released, and colours of all different hues flashed before my eyes, the stars multipied above me, and I screamed her name into the forest.

Gemma's POV

I needed it so bad, but I had to make Kartik want it more.

He was making low groans with every movement, and they almost drove me off the edge, almost made me stop the teasing and let him enter me, almost made me give in to him. Almost.

Besides, he was obviously enjoying it, and I wasn't about to let my own selfish neediness cost him the final pleasure.

He was pressed close to me, his head near my shoulder, his arms pressed against the bark on either side of me. Then, as I began to wonder how much longer he could hold out, I heard my name echo thhrough the forest so loudly that a few birds squacked in protest and rustled the foliage, blotting out the stars for a few moments.

He cummed into my abdomen, the warm liquid flowing over my taut skin. I let go of his penis, and the release continued, onto the ground. He sank to his knees, worn out, and I followed him.

My knees made a squish sound in the grass, and I realized that we were practically sitting in a pool of cum. I dipped my finger into the liquid, whichc was slightly thicker than water, and brought it to my mouth. My lips closed around the tip of my finger and I pulled it out, which made a sharp popping sound as it withdrew from the wetness. I coated my tongue with it, savouring the salty tang, all the while looking into Kartik's eyes.

I saw the passion and swallowed thickly. This was it.

We were still for a moment, then he lunged forward and knocked me over, so that he was on top of me. The cooling cum pressed into my back and I shivered at the feeling. Kartik noticed, and looked at me in concern. "Cold?" His voice was a husky whisper, and I knew that he hadn't even wanted to waste time asking the question.

"I won't be."

I wrapped my legs around him once more, and rolled my hips upwards, daring him to take the plunge. I expected hesitation, a moment of stillness before he entered me, like last time, but that was not the case.

He rammed into me almost immediately after the sentence was finished, driving the moist air from my lungs and causing millions of little black dots to cloud my vision. I cried out, but there was almost to pain this time, only a slight uncomfortable pang, which faded as he nudged even deeper into me.

No, the scream was out of pure please and fullness the relief of finally achieving the feeling that I'd been chasing after ever since our first time.

He knew this, because he didn't waste time asking about my condition. It started slow, like last time, with him pulling in and out steadily, but no real beat to the thrusts. I loved the feeling, but still craved the crazy fast hits that made us both scream with blind emotion.

The speed increased quickly now, and I found that I needed something new, something different from last time. I rolled us over, taking Kartik by surprise and switching our positions so that I was on top. The thrusts continued, but seemingly with more vigor, and I got the feeling that he too needed change.

My hands were on his broad chest, my legs on either side of him, and I felt my right knee squish into the cum.

My hands slid off of his chest and I fell right onto him, still increasing speed. My hands lay useless on either side of us; my attention was fully focused on meet every thrust.

I cried out again as he hit a deep, deep spot that felt like it was just below my abdomen. We were rolling again, this time on Kartik's whim, stopping next to the old log that he always sat on, whittling sticks.

He was in control again, and I barely noticed, not caring as long as this moment never ended.

His face was over my shoulder, that elegant nose inches from the dewy ground, and his long arms were churning the grass above my head. The full weight of his body was on me, and we were moving up and down on the grass, the momentum of our frenzied movement sliding us over the wet ground.

Now we both screamed with every thrust, we were going so fast, and I found the feeling of being tight around him dizzying and overwhelming.

He slid in and out twice, the thin skin of his penis pruning with the wetness, and I felt the final hit coming.

I took a deep breath and cleched my muscles around him as he drew out for the last time. He drove into me harder than ever, almost as if he was angry as my vagina. I screamed as he hit the spot, causing each and every bird in the forest to burst out of their nests and into the night sky, screeching and flapping their wings unsteadily to flee from the commotion.

Kartik came at the exact same time, yelling out with me, only a few octaves lower.

I wriggled with ticklish pleasure as he released into me, the warm feeling filling me to the brim and spilling over. I felt so undeniably full that I was about to burst, but he just kept coming. My blood rushed through my veins, making my skin hot, and a slightly metallic taste coated my tongue. I think he might've cummed right up into my brain, he went for so long. It was like my veins ran with it, like I was made up of pure happiness. Then, after what I'm sure was 3 straight minutes, he collapsed, winding me with his weight.

Like last time, we rolled over and lay together for a time, him still inside me. But unlike last time, he didn't pull out.

In fact, when I lifted my head from his chest to see those eyes that I loved so much, he was sound asleep, lids fluttering slightly.

I stifled a giggle, for fear of waking him. Minutes passed as I admired his long, curved lashes, wondering at them and thinking of how purely beauitful he was, and how wrong it was that I got to have him. That he chose me over everyone else. It was selfish of me, really, to have him all to myself. I felt like I was cheating him, spiriting him away from all other women like a jealous wife. Just then, as I was scolding myself for having him, his eyes fluttered open, large and innocent, looking at me fondly.

"I am so lucky to have you." He mumbled groggily, pulling me tighter into him. I snuggled into his warmth, laying my head just below his collarbone, and closed my eyes, happier than I had ever been.

Did you like it? Whether you did or not, please review and tell me what you think. I was going to do a really long chapter this time, but it seemed like a perfect ending, so I promise that the next one'll be big. Ummm.... I'll try to get you some lemons for the next chapter since i've been getting so many reviews on the sex. BYE!