Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you the long anticipated LEMON! *Everyone cheers and confetti rains down* Hope you guys like it :)

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- Nagiana

"She lit a cigarette

With bundles of tears

Racing down her cheeks,

And after her lips somehow

Found the strength to stretch

Into a smile, I thought to

Myself; "Sometimes, when

Chaos burns like wildfires

Around us: we have no other

Choice but to fall in love

With the warmth."

- Christopher Poindexter

It was dull and grey the next morning as Kenna stood on the dock with the Young Man. She had a steaming cup of coffee in her hands and a cigarette in-between the front two fingers of her left hand. Thanks to the Young Man, she could tell smoking was going to start to play a more prominent role in her future.

A thick fog was rolling in down from the mountains and by the time David and Sean got to the ferry, it would lay like a blanket across the navy blue waters. The day echoed how she felt inside . . . symbolized the dark, uncertain way her life was starting to take.

"I would like to say that I'll be back by tonight, but I doubt it. The fog looks heavy and I doubt I'll make my way back before it rolls in. If not, I'll just stay in town, so the both of you don't worry if I don't come home tonight." David told them, and Kenna nodded as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm sorry it ended this way, love." He murmured to her, and Kenna's eyes were hard as she pinned her eyes to his.

"It's not over. Not yet." She told him and his gaze turned sympathetic. He rubbed her arm comfortingly before turning and heading off down the dock to ready the boat. She took in a deep breath and her jaw tightened as Sean moved over to them.

"I'll pick you up when you come back." She nodded, not knowing what to say that could possibly the stitch up the rift between them. "But if you don't want me to, then -"

"Well she might be with me, so . . ."

Kenna and Sean both turned their gazes onto the Young Man then, who gave a shrug. "I don't think I'm gonna stay here for much longer. If Kenna will allow it, I might just ride in with her." He told him and Sean nodded, his lips pursing. He wanted to say something – something he knew would probably earn him another slap from Kenna – but forced himself not to. Instead, he gave Kenna a small smile and leaned forward, where he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"I love you." He murmured, and she nodded stiffly.

"What happened to those words yesterday?" She asked, her tone turning testy, and Sean nodded.

"I know. And I'm sorry you found out this way, but -"

"Look, man, just go!" The Young Man interrupted him by partially placing himself in-between him and Kenna. Sean's jaw hardened. "It's obvious she doesn't want to say anything to you right now, and quite frankly, you need to put the shovel down, 'cause your diggin' yourself a little deep, there."

"Ja – Young Man, its fine." She soothed the situation by speaking up and placing a calming hand on his shoulder. She turned her eyes up to Sean.

"I'll see you when I'm back in Manhattan." She told him and he nodded and buried his hands in pockets as he turned around and headed down the dock towards the boat and David. She stood there, the Young Man still standing partially in front of her, feeling her heart grow heavier and heavier the longer she stood there and watched Sean walk away. Before she came there, her entire life had seemed so bright and amazing. Now, it seemed dulled and lukewarm. What had this place done to her?

"Hey . . . you okay?"

The Young Man's soothing voice appeared in her ear, calm and quiet and soothing and she felt tears burn in her eyes as she allowed him to pull her into his arms in a warm embrace. His embrace felt comforting and natural and he smelled amazing. Her hands fisted into his shirt and she buried her face in his chest as David piloted the boat out into the bay. She kept it there until he promised her they were gone from sight and it was then that she realized something.

They were completely alone on the island.

"It's about to rain . . ."

Kenna glanced out the window of the garage and nodded. She sat up on the double bed placed there, and pulled her knees up to her chest. "It looks like a storm . . ." She quietly added, and he glanced at her.

"We need it."

Kenna let out a laugh and shook her head. "Look at us having embarrassing small talk. God . . ." She shook her head before returning her eyes to the dark clouds outside.

"Well what do you propose we do then? You're sitting there, sulking, and I'm bored out of my mind! Excuse me if I can't do anything but small talk!"

She noticed the irritation and boredom in his tone and sat there for a moment, gazing at him. Cocking her head slightly to the side, she studied him for a moment before silently getting to her feet. His eyebrows furrowed in silent confusion as she moved over to the boxes of costumes and began riffling through them. Throwing articles of clothes, hats, shoes and wigs willy-nilly, she finally found what she wanted in a bright, hot pink feather boa.

"We could, you know . . . play dress-up again," She proposed as she moved over to him. Looping the boa around his neck, she pulled him closer to her. They watched as each other's breaths picked up ever-so-slightly, and when she answered, he was pleased to know that she was as breathless as he felt. "That might be good for a laugh . . ."

"What if I don't wanna laugh?" He asked, his voice really coming out as quiet and as breathless as hers was. She swallowed the lump that had been steadily forming in her throat as he held her eyes with his. "What if I wanna . . . make a little bit more adult sounding noises?"

Oh sweet Jesus . . . Kenna's felt her head swim at his words and watched, rather numbly, as he slowly pulled the ostentatiously colored boa from around his neck before allowing it to float to the floor. She felt his arms wrap around her and suddenly, she felt something being pressed against the skin right underneath her jaw bone, leaving a warm mark on the side of her throat. It was a kiss. He had kissed her.

Kenna slowly let out the air she had been holding the entire time, trying to figure out how she felt about the whole situation she had suddenly found herself in. Her relationship with David was strained, her relationship with Sean was strained, and probably to unfixable levels . . . only the Young Man - only Jase - gave her a pretty consistent, stable relationship.

He pressed another kiss to the base of her neck. The warmth of his kiss compared to the slight coolness that hung in the air, made her shudder, but not necessarily in a bad way. She was both excited and nervous as the knot of tension in her stomach started to relax into a warm pool that filled her whole body and caused her to wrap her arms around his neck as she tilted her face up to his.

His arms wrapped tighter around her waist and she wouldn't even think about stopping it that time – not like how she had stopped all the other times. What was the point? What was she trying to protect at that point? She had absolutely nothing now keeping from reveling in this Young Man's rather heated embrace.

Every movement he performed made the warm pool in her middle, trickle outwards more and more. Another kiss was pressed to her collarbone and her fingertips tingled as she ran them through his dark hair, gripping and releasing them intermittently. He looked down at her for a moment and their eyes locked together. As she gazed into the deep darkness of his eyes with their pools of desire swirling within, Kenna understood what was about to happen between them - that she wanted it to happen between them for a very long time now and was only just acknowledging it.

Their lips collided together without any hesitation seconds later. Kenna had kissed a number of people in her time, but the kiss she shared with the Young Man - with Jase - at that moment, was by far the most deeply satisfying one she had ever experienced - even better than those with Sean. His hands cradled her waist as he gently moved her backwards until the backs of her knees hit the bed and they fell on top of it, Jase managing to catch himself on his hands above her. They parted lips long enough for Kenna to tear his shirt over his head and he pressed another brief kiss to her lips before tearing hers over her head as well. Both articles went soaring away from them and their lips connected once again as their hands flew to the buttons and flies of their jeans. Kenna moaned, his kisses feeling like shocks of electricity running through her bones from the top of her skull to the very tips of her toes and fingers. Her lips strayed away from his and landed on the skin of his throat. His breath fell out in a rush as if he was surprised by the sensation as she was. Quickly - a quickness that betrayed just how badly he wanted her naked - tore her jeans down her legs. He threw the denim over the bed as well, to join their shirts on the floor.

Her whole body was warm and her mind was fuzzy and lightheaded from the headiness of the situation. Her skin was hungry for his kisses and for more of his maddening, intoxicating touch. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan as her head tilted backwards against the starchy blankets underneath them. His lips eagerly ran along the pulsepoint of her throat, his tongue flicking at the pulsing vein located there. Both of their hands were at his belt buckle and then they had it undone and she was reaching her hand inside . . .

His silken length lay heavy and throbbingly hot in her palm, and she watched as his eyes rolled closed and he shuddered above her. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, their mouths opening in another kiss that immediately grew full of tongue. When she tore away from him, she saw his eyes were still closed, and her hand moved from cupping him to inside his boxers, where it wrapped around him instead. She gave him a few shallow pumps and he shuddered again, a little more violently. She pressed a light kiss to his lips as he laid there above her, lean, muscled body trembling with the effort it took to keep himself above her and relishing for a minute on how damn amazing it felt having her hand wrapped around him and stroking him.

"Imagine how it would feel to be inside me, Jase . . . how wet and tight I would feel around you . . ." He closed his eyes and let out a strangled moan at the violent imagery that suddenly seized his mind in an ironclad grip. She couldn't help but smile as she continued on, her breathing growing heavier the longer she lay there and felt him swell harder and harder in her hand – as his trembling grew and grew. "Oh God, I'm so wet for you, Jase . . . I want you inside me so bad -!"

She never finished what she was saying, for no sooner were the words out of her mouth than did Jase's lips crash down onto hers. His fingers curled around the elastic waistband of her boy shorts and he quickly ripped them down her legs like he had done her jeans. When he was done, she pushed him off of her and onto his back on the bed beside her. He lifted his hips as she drug his jeans and boxers down his legs, freeing him from his confinement. Her hand curled around the base of his cock and he let out another strangled hiss as she started stroking him. When she leaned down so that her lips could encircle his head and her tongue to swirl around him, his fingers slid through her hair and moved the thick brown locks out of the way so that he could watch as she went down on him.

"Holy shit, Kenna . . .!" He breathed before gritting his teeth and biting back a strangled groan as she took as much of him into her as she could before swallowing. The muscles of her throat felt like heaven as they contracted around his head. If he was being completely honest, it wasn't nearly as good as what David had given him earlier, but yet in a strange way, it was better, because it was Kenna who was doing it. It was sexier, seeing her on her hands and knees over him with her hair being held on top of her head in a soft grip. It was so much hotter when it was her who opened her eyes and gazed up at him with those beautiful eyes of hers as she sucked him.

His heart felt almost painful as it pounded in his chest and after a moment, he pulled her back upwards with a gentle tugging on her hair. She obeyed him rather easily and when she moved to lay down beside him, was when his lips made contact with her warm flesh. He ended up trailing the loving kisses down the length of her glorious body – down the valley of her side and then up to the curve of her waist and hip. He then moved downwards to suck on the skin of her navel before pushing her fully on her back and swirling his tongue around the little dimple.

He spread her legs and when his tongue made contact with her heated flesh seconds later, all her mind could suddenly focus on was him lying on the bed with his head in-between her parted legs. The strokes of his tongue against her silken flesh were light, teasing and expertly maddening, but the hold of his callused hands on her thighs was strong and almost primal. He teased the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue until her breath was coming out fast and hard again and until her moans turned decidedly more ragged. Her thighs quivered in his hands while her fingers slid and smoothed through his hair. One of them slid back to clench the back of his neck - holding them there as firmly as his hands were holding her thighs apart for his lips and tongue to continue to work her.

"Jase . . .!" She moaned out as he licked her harder, his tongue sweeping up through her folds - savoring the unique taste of her. Every stroke and move was bold and purposeful – entirely and irrevocably Jase. "Oh God, Jase . . .!" She whimpered, her mind buzzing with just how good at this he really was, but he kept going, his tongue moving a little faster - a little harder and firmer. She was nearly there – teetering right on that blessed brink - when he suddenly stopped and drew back with a wolfish grin. He slid his sweat-slicked body over hers, his hips settling in-between hers as his mouth found hers as well. They tasted each other on their lips and tongues as they kissed and when he finally slid into her after rubbing the head of his cock through her slick lips a couple of times, Kenna immediately arched her back underneath him and whimpered out his name. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on his slick shoulders and back and eventually one of them found it on his hip as the other one moved to wrap around his shoulder. He hiked her leg up to hook around his waist as he rocked his hips into hers. His pelvis pressing down on top of hers, maintained a magnificent amount of pressure on her clit, and he could feel her shudder every time he built pressure against it.

Their sweat soaked bodies glided against each other's frantically, and the molten, dripping wet flesh of her sex molded itself even more to the shape of him the more worked up she got. He could hardly reconcile to himself that this was what sex with a woman felt like. It was almost like he had forgotten. The way she reacted to him and writhed underneath him . . . the way she molded to every turgid inch of him . . . it was intoxicating and heady and left him damn near breathless with want and need.

He ran his hands down her flushed body until he reached her hips. He slid both of his hands beneath her around the small of her back before moving them down to her ass. Another surge of blood went straight down into his cock, and he let out a loud groan when his hands cradled the smooth, plump flesh of her ass. Jase lifted her pelvis up so she could grind her clit into him easier.

"Oh, God . . . oh God. . .!" She whimpered as a tremor ran almost violently through her body. The sensations that were starting to ripple through her body were simply exquisite. Rubbing the tiny and extremely fickle organ that hid within the folds of her sex, into the jut of his pubic bone, made her soaking wet and felt so amazing. Then, combined with feeling him thrust and fill her body over and over again was quickly growing overwhelming, as well, making her flesh burn hot to the touch. Her muscles were flexing and clamping around him tight; she watched his brow come together in a pleasured knit as he panted heavily. "Come inside me, Jase . . ." She breathed again his ear and he gave a laugh as he captured her lips with his. He kissed her for a minute before breaking apart and when he did, his lips were inches from hers. The baby soft flesh of her ass quivered beneath his hands as her body strained with a desperate effort to achieve release. The muscles that surrounded her opening pulled at his base all the way up his shaft.

Goddamn, it was amazing!

"You want me to fill you up . . .? You want me to come hard?" He whispered and she whimpered and nodded, causing him to immediately break out into a grin. Her orgasm came suddenly and it crashed over her petite frame in scalding hot waves. Kenna screamed out his name in a moan, and her entire body shook violently. Her fingernails tore into Jase's back and she continued to grind into him as furiously as she could while his hips continued rocking as furiously as he could against her. And just when she thought it was over, another overwhelming current of pleasure surged through her. He was also starting to feel really good, too, as he reached that peak quicker and quicker. He would climax soon and he wanted to take her harder, faster and deeper when it happened.

Jase immediately slid into a rough, frantic pace, pushing his hips into her as hard as he could throw a punch. Kenna gave another moan and he jackknifed his hips up into hers fast. "Harder . . .!" She begged him, egging him on, and Jase gritted his teeth as his lips met the shell of her ear.

"Squeeze my cock, Kenna, and make me come!" Jase hissed back, his tone laced with challenge, and Kenna grinned as she hooked her ankle behind his knee and flipped him over so that she was riding him. He watched the flesh of her breasts bounce as he lifted her ass up quickly before slamming her back down again on him hard. She was hot, wet, and tight: she was perfect, and she sucked and milked his cock from base to tip so wonderfully as she came. He slammed into her as he watched her climax with an animalistically smug pride, and finally his own orgasm came surging throughout his body. It felt like a levee had broken under the force of a flood, and the strength of his orgasm made him cry out loudly.

Yes . . . yes, Kenna, yes, yes - fuck YES! Were Jase's wild and unbidden thoughts as he came, still buried inside Kenna as deep as his cock could possibly go. He felt his hot come rush from his base straight through his shaft to explode out inside her.

Ah, fuck . . .

Jase remembered thinking that as he lay there, slightly dazed before remembering just why he was such a masochist about his pleasure to begin with. A long delayed tease made his orgasm stronger, and this one was fucking ridiculous . . . he was still going. Kenna's inner muscles clenched him tight, making him grunt. She was milking all of his come right out of him.

And did that really just really just happen? He found himself wondering in slight awe. He would have never thought, in a million years, that sex could be like that. The sex he had with David wasn't nearly as amazing as that had been, but then again, he was starting to realize that he didn't have the same primal draw to David that he seemed to have with Kenna – that amazing chemistry!

Both of their bodies were trembling, and he quickly untangled Kenna's legs from his, her olive-colored thighs quivering as he did so. She was breathing as hard and fast as he was, her eyes as dazed and satiated as his were. When she collapsed beside him, he didn't bother to pull her into his arms and she didn't even try to put herself into them. Eventually, though, he did raise his arm and she readily moved to tuck herself into his side. Her head moved to rest on his shoulder and his fingers ran through her hair, gently disentangling the small knots he found in her hair. After a moment, they continued to lay there but he was done combing his fingers through her hair. Instead, she lay tucked up against his side and his strong arm moved to wrap around her shoulders. He had to admit, she looked fucking sexy laying there against him, olive-toned body flushed with pleasure and dark hair rumpled.

But of course, he had to go and ruin what magic they had conjured together.

"We gotta get up and get dressed. God only knows what David would do if he saw us like this." He told her and he could feel her tense beside him for a minute before eventually giving a weak nod. She had been on the verge of falling asleep and sat up, rubbing tiredly at her eyes. Jase watched her for a moment and eventually, she turned her eyes onto him, too. She gave him a small smile.

"That was good . . . really good." She told him, and he smiled and gave a laugh.

"Didn't you know it would be?" He asked and she laughed and rolled her eyes before leaning over and pressing a long, slow kiss to his lips. It was a kiss that tempted him to wrap his arms around her not allow her to leave that bed until they absolutely needed to, but he refrained from doing just that. David really didn't need to walk in and see them that way.

Which reminded him . . . when the Hell was he going to tell Kenna about him and David?