Disclaimer: Standard – JE's stuff belongs to her, I'm just playing with it.

A/N: I can't thank M&M enough for working so quickly on this and helping me get it ready to post so soon! You ladies are the best!

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Stephanie's POV

Carlos and I had already decided we would need to leave beautiful Switzerland behind when Jensen knocked and informed us of the move. There was no telling who knew we were here. "I'm going to talk to Morelli about this, but I want you to stick close to him if I'm not around."

I looked at him as if a second head sprouted from his neck. "Can you run that by me one more time?"

He closed his lids over eyes filled with exasperation. "I hate to admit this, but Morelli is the only one who can keep you safe from Drognan. He came after you this morning, Babe. Morelli is the only one who can stop him if he tries anything."

I was speechless. Carlos was asking me to stick to Morelli and then another part of what he said struck me. "What do you mean 'if you're not around' exactly?"

"In case I have to leave or if we get separated for some reason. I want you to be with someone who can keep you safe."

"So…you want me to be with Joe constantly…and you will have no problem with this?" As hard as I tried, I couldn't wipe the surprised expression from my face.

"I trust both of you. You have me and Morelli is totally gone on Jensen." He sighed and pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "I'm giving myself the same rules. I can't fight an immortal and, since I'm assuming we're both targets, we both need to be careful. Does that make you happier?"

"Not that we need protection…but it does make me happy that you're taking your own safety seriously." I slipped my arms around his waist and pressed close up against him. "Carlos?"

His arms circled over mine and down around my waist. Staring into my eyes for a moment, he poured out his soul to me through his while he spoke, "Yes, Stephanie?"

"When can I see Jaci again?" My question was a quiet whisper, barely audible. "I need to see him."

He stared at me for a few more moments and pulled me to him, crushing his mouth to mine. I opened my mouth, trusting that I would receive an answer from him, knowing that this kiss was his way of settling his mind. I whimpered a little as he pulled back to look at me again. My eyes were semi-glazed and my pulse was a bit quicker from my body's response to his kiss.

Just when I was getting impatient, he said, "I was just thinking, 'What is the point of having a baby if we are just going to send him away?' Besides, I'm now concerned that Tank doesn't know about Drognan and Jaci would be safer with Morelli." He kissed me again and ran his hands down my back to rest on my hips. "Please don't tell Tank I said that…it wouldn't go over well."

I grinned, knowing that Tank would hate it and there was no way I would be the one to tell him. "Let's get him now. Please," I said, getting nervous now that he'd brought up the subject of Drognan. "When was the last time you heard from Tank?"

"This afternoon when I called him."

"Have you tried him since then?"

"No, we've been busy, but I know that things are fine. You and I would both know if anything happened to him." His hands began to massage my neck and shoulders. "Let's go get them both. Hopefully, he'll have some information on what happened to the others. It bothers me that Lynck, Oliver, Javi and Aric are still missing."

"They're still missing? You didn't tell me that!" My eyes widened in surprise.

"We had other things to worry about and there's nothing we can do to help them right now. Let's get Jaci and Tank and then we'll talk to Batiste." We held hands as our room disappeared and a small forest appeared in its place.

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Joe's POV

I closed the tiny distance between our mouths and gently caressed her lips with mine. Sweet Jesus, her lips were hot and sweet and soft. Her taste was emblazoned in my memory and my tongue sought it out as soon as our lips locked. She opened her lips for me and I slid my tongue between their fullness to caress inside her mouth, drawing her spicy, sweet flavor into mine. She was quickly becoming my addiction.

I would never get enough of her. Fire was rushing through my body, burning me where it spread until I was nearly in pain. I tore my lips from hers and trailed them along her jaw, groaning out between kisses, "Oh…my…god…you taste…amazing." I heard her gasp when I reached the sensitive spot behind her earlobe and then touched it with my tongue. I placed a kiss there and then nipped my way back down her neck.

"I can't stay away from you," she admitted on a ragged breath. "You drive me crazy, but I need your insanity." Oh God, her hands were tugging my shirt out of my jeans and I groaned when her nails scratched down my back. I mimicked her actions, slipping my hands under the back of her shirt and trailing my fingertips gently down her soft flesh, stopping to unhook her bra. When I reached her jeans, I slipped my fingers inside the back of her waistband to lightly massage her lower back and the top of her impeccable little ass.

With a soft moan, she nipped at my jaw, sending a shockwave of heat from that spot all the way down to the tip of my painful erection, which was pressed tight against her stomach in reaction. "Fiammetta, you're burning me up."

"Likewise, Superman." She slid her hands into my hair, tugging my head backwards so she could trail hot, wet kisses down my neck. Her fire was heightening my senses, making me lose my mind. There was only she and her heat. I was drawn to it as if it was a life source.

"God, you turn me to fire." My hands were caressing her abdomen and moving up to her full, round breasts. I held the weight of them in my hands, testing their heaviness, and sending whisper-like caresses over her taut nipples under her loose bra. "I can't think around you."

Her response was to bite her way down my neck, pausing at my pulse point to hold it with her teeth and caress it with her tongue, then moving downward until her progress was stopped by my shirt collar. I released a guttural moan and slid my hands down her body to her thighs to lift her up against me. She felt weightless in my arms, she was so tiny, and her legs were like vices when they wrapped around my waist. All the while, her lips and teeth never left my neck, earlobe, and jaw.

I swiftly made my way down the hallway to my room, holding her easily with one arm when I opened my door. I kicked it shut once we were inside, and rushed over to the bed, turning to sit on the edge with her straddling my waist. She broke away from my heated skin and grabbed the back of my shirt, whipping it up over my head. Her strong little hands stroked and kneaded my pecs and abs, and I groaned when she pinched my tight brown nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

"Show me what you can do, Superman." She smiled as she bent down to lick and suck one of the dark brown nubs.

I tried to think, but coherent thought eluded me. "I can't do anything. You've stolen my ability to think." I groaned as her teeth scraped my nipples. I'd never had a woman so entrance me before. Never. I'd been with many, many women and most of them were forgettable. I'd loved Stephanie and it had never been this way with her. I was always in complete control. With Jensen, the word control didn't exist in my vocabulary.

She reached up and kissed me fiercely, scorching me with her flaming lips. "Show me what you want then."

I looked down at her body and willed her clothing away and suddenly she was naked in front of me. My eyes ate up the sight of her naked flesh like a starving man looking at a steak. Her heaving breasts were inviting, waiting for my mouth, her flat abdomen was muscular and feminine all at once, and her hot, pink center was glistening with her need.

"Nice trick, Superman. Your turn." She sat back and looked at me. I stared into her eyes and willed away my own clothing. They were gone in a flash and I groaned. Being next to Jensen clothed was raw seduction. Being next to Jensen naked was like touching lava: liquid and explosive. She smiled in appreciation and slid backwards off my knees until hers hit the floor. Before I had a chance to react, she had spread my legs apart and moved between them, grabbing a hold of my hard, heated cock, leaning down to lick and torture the tip.

"Fuck!" I shouted, trying to grab her arms and lift her up, but she held me off.

"No way, Superman. This is my gig." Her head came up and I saw that her amethyst eyes had darkened to the color of smoke: dark gray with a hint of purple.

"Since when?" I moaned out tightly on a hitched breath.

"Since you lost your ability to think." She grinned and flicked her tongue out to lick the tip of my cock and then leaned down to sheath it with her mouth, opening the back of her throat, allowing my entire length to enter her. I hissed a breath in through my teeth when I felt her lips close around the base and her tongue caress along the thick vein on the underside. She hummed deep in her throat and I yelled out my appreciation. I buried my hands in her hair when she slowly slid her mouth up, leaving me wet and needy after her mouth left me.

The desire in her eyes fueled me into action and I willed her into lying on her back. She blinked when she realized what I'd done, but smiled in appreciation as I crawled over her and kissed her with fervor while my hands explored her body. I caressed her inner thigh with my entire length as I leaned down to lick and explore her breasts with my mouth, carefully avoiding her nipples.

She gasped and groaned when my lips and tongue neared her hard peaks and narrowly bypassed them several times. On the final pass, she growled like a little she-lion and grasped my hair in her hands, hissing out, "Dammit, Morelli!"

I chuckled and covered her left nipple with my mouth, swirling around it with my tongue, then sucking hard and drawing as much of her breast into my mouth as possible, stretching and caressing it. I bit down hard on her nipple and sucked on it again, making her shriek in pleasure and buck her hips against me, coating my cock with her wetness as her center brushed against it.

Every muscle in my body contracted at the contact and I stilled, letting the heat wash over me and waiting for it to pass, but it didn't. The heat only grew until I felt like my entire being was engulfed. Needing to know if her moist heat tasted as hot and sweet as her mouth, I slowly kissed my way down her stomach and abdomen, tasting her skin and soaking in the feel of her.

I caressed her calves, legs, inner thighs and hips. By the time I reached her miniscule hairline, she was moaning and gasping continually. The sound was music to my ears. I loved knowing I could drive her as wild as she drove me. When she started pleading with me, I slid my mouth lower and tilted my head down to place a soft kiss on her swollen clit.

She gave a sharp cry at the contact and then uttered a stream of curse words at me when I stopped. I laughed gently and settled down, placing her legs over my shoulders and gripping her silky cheeks to lift her so I could get my fill of her intoxicating taste. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to her once more, breathing in her musky, spicy scent. It was what I had smelled on her time and again when we were alone, the smell that had haunted my mind when we were apart. Finally, I opened my mouth and allowed myself to taste the nectar her need and desire had produced for me.

I pressed open-mouthed kisses to the entire length of her heated core, giving each of her lips equal attention, but not using my tongue. I nipped with my lips and sucked her flesh into my mouth at various places, but I wanted to go slow and memorize every contour and ridge. She was moaning incoherently and tugging on my hair with her hands. I didn't allow her to wiggle or buck her hips and I could feel her tension building with each pass of my lips.

"Do you want my tongue, Fiammetta?" I asked, nuzzling her wet flesh and nipping at her clit.

"Yes!" She moaned in frustration. "Lick me. Fuck me with your tongue. I need you now!"

I smiled and stared at her beautiful quivering flesh, feeling my need for her expand until my thoughts were consumed only with possessing her. She let out a frustrated groan and I lowered my head, pressing my tongue flat against her clit and rubbing in a slow circle. She cried out in agony at my touch and I moaned against her as her juices washed over my tongue. I opened my mouth and stroked from bottom to top, lingering on her clit and then repeated the action, lapping up as much of her juices as possible.

I felt her flesh begin to tremble when her response grew and increased my pace, dipping my tongue inside her entrance to caress that tender flesh, rubbing in and out, causing her to move her hips to my rhythm. Lifting her higher, I plunged my tongue inside, stroking within her walls and sucking the tender outer flesh until she exploded in my mouth with a loud cry and a shout of my name. I continued to stroke her until I felt her trembling slow and her cries grow quiet. Then I moved up her body, nipping each nipple on the way to claim her mouth while I pressed my cock into her slick core inch by inch.

She lifted her hips, drawing me inside, urging me with her hands. I held her hips steady and continued to press slowly, wanting the feeling of our first time to be branded in my memory. She was so tight and hot, I growled my pleasure low in my throat. When she contracted her muscles around me, I groaned and slid the rest of the way home, stopping to enjoy the feel of her until she encased me completely. She pulled her mouth from mine and nipped my neck. I tilted my head back and stared into her eyes as I pulled out completely and then slowly slid back in, her tight wetness torturing me.

"No." She moaned. I stilled, waiting. "Faster!" She urged.

I lifted my hips and slammed into her hard and fast. Her response was to moan and wrap her legs around my waist, which caused me to lose all of my control. I picked up the pace, stroking with deep, quick thrusts until we were both panting and screaming out our mutual release.

I shifted over to my side, pulling her into my embrace lazily. It was a while before either of us could speak or breathe normally. She broke the silence first with a satisfied grin on her face, "God, I could have killed you, you bastard."

I smiled and caressed up and down her hip with my hand, pressing her against me. "I couldn't help it."

"You were torturing me and you enjoyed it!" She whacked me with a pillow.

"I was just enjoying every bit of you, you're incredible and you taste so…" I closed my eyes. I couldn't find the words to describe what I was thinking. "You're incredible." I kissed her shoulder. "And sexy." I moved to her collarbone. "And addictive." My lips made their way up her neck to the spot behind her ear. "I wanted to memorize every inch of you," I whispered.

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Stephanie's POV

The full moon was out and lit up the woods like a beacon. I looked around and saw trees, trees, and more trees. The woods weren't thick, but I could tell we were definitely not in civilization. The fall winds blew through the trees, scattering myriad leaves around onto the ground. It was too dark to tell the colors, but I imagined bright reds, oranges, and yellows mingling together to form a festive collage. I cocked my head to the side and gave Carlos a 'where the hell did you bring me' look.

He smiled and grabbed my hand, pulling me between trees, over logs, and through underbrush. After we had been walking for a solid twenty minutes, I started to ask him what we were doing when he placed a finger over my lips. Don't speak.

Okay. Of course, I was continually using my precognition ability to watch for danger, but his demand sent tingles down my spine, and not the good kind. I looked around, half expecting someone or something to jump out at us, when a figure did jump out from behind a huge boulder.

We both jumped back and, as the figure closed in on us, the first thought in my head was, 'Why didn't we bring Morelli with us?'