*Sigh* After a chapter like that... well here's something even better!

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I hated myself. God, I am a terrible human being, I hate myself. I'm an idiot. I wish I could die. I pulled the blankets off me and grabbed Francis's jacket. I walked out the double doors that were in the bedroom. My stomach was in knots. I hated my powers, I hated myself. I didn't know what happened; I had no control over myself. I started to cry. I felt like I had forced myself to lose something I had held dear.

"Mattie." Francis held me close, "I'm so sorry." I felt something wet on my neck. I pulled away,

"Francis," I wiped the tears away from his eyes. "You're crying?" He shook his head. I touched his face and felt why he was crying, it only made me cry more; I was his first, too. He wasn't wearing anything at all. I pulled him back into the room; I would try to enjoy it more this time.

I pulled him into the room and onto the bed, I kissed him, he knew what I wanted. He got on top of me and pulled off of the jacket. He kissed my shoulders and then down my arms, I ran my hands up and down his arms. I pressed my hips against his. He thrusted slowly and kept searching my eyes for feelings of pain or discomfort. I kissed him to show him I was fine. He wrapped his arms around me and kept going, I started to moan, it felt good. It was amazing how close I felt to him right now. He stopped to make sure I was okay.

"Keep going." I kissed his chest and ran my nails softly down his back. He said my name in his mind, over and over, sweetly, softly.

"Francis," I groaned. His bit my ear "Oh God!" I yelled I felt myself on the brink; he pushed himself and me farther. He released and I let go too. He held me close as I cried; I really couldn't do this every time I made love.

"Are you okay, Mattie?" I nodded and he held me against his chest, his breathing was labored and I realized I was sweaty. He kissed me. We lay there for a while and then I pulled him up to take a shower with me.

He washed himself off of me and he wrapped me in a towel and kicked me out of the shower.

"I'm not a child, I have seen you naked!"

"Mhmm," I tossed a towel over the top of the shower for him. He shut off the water and walked out of the shower; towel around his waist. "C'mere," he pulled me to him, I pouted at him.

"You really make me feel like a whore." He pulled away from me; an angry look on his face.

"How?" He felt like he had done something wrong I sensed it through his touch.

"You took my innocence, and made me like it," I flirted.

"Well you used your womanly wiles to seduce me," he pulled his towel tighter around him, he was tall and strong. I ran my hands down his cut abs to his towel. I pulled at the edge, he held onto it tight. "No, you've had enough of all this, for a while." He stepped around me and out of the bathroom. I followed him back to our bedroom. As he was getting dressed I caught his eye and let my towel drop, his eyes went big.

I pouted at him; he grabbed my hips and kissed me.

"I would, if my moral code weren't so strict." I popped up on my toes and kissed his nose.

"You can bend some rules right?" I giggled, I liked feeling this way.

"I need to go look around the area to see if there's anything of interest around here." He hugged me and walked downstairs. I closed my eyes and tried to reach out my mind to my friends. I felt like I was searching for phone reception. James was riding his motorcycle somewhere; I wanted to try to talk to him.

James, hey, where are you going?

Mattie. I'm sorry for the other day.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm trying to get back to the others; I have a plan.

For what?

For you, we are going to keep you safe.

From what?

I'm sorry Mattie; I have to cut your mind off.

Bye, James, I love you, be safe. The words made my stomach twist.

"Mattie?" Francis was standing in the door way.

"C'mere," I grabbed two handfuls of his shirt and pulled him on top of me. He just looked into my eyes and this slow, smile spread across his lips. He hugged me, I laughed. "That was quick."

"I decided I'd do it some other time."

"You are an extremely strange womanizer, Francis Barton." He flipped onto the other side of the bed.

"Who ever said I was a player?"

"All the heart broken girls who did the walk of shame out of your room on the hellicarrier." He groaned.

"You know that nothing really happened with those girls." He untied his boots and flipped them off onto the floor.

"I know, old habits die hard." He grabbed my butt when I stood up to find some clothes.

He gave me this kiddish shrug, "Old habits right?" I rolled my eyes and pulled on a shirt and pair of pants.

"Idiot," I jumped on the bed making it bang into the wall.

"You know you're in love with me." He started jumping on the bed with me. +

Three weeks later,

I pulled the blanket off of the bed and wrapped it around me. Francis searched around for the cover, I kissed his head and smoothed his hair back; he really needed a haircut, it was too long for him to see. He opened his eyes and pulled me back into bed on top of him, kissing me. I pushed away from him.

"They'll be here any time." I raced around the room to try and find the bag with my dress in it. I pulled it on, my stomach was a little puffy, probably all the dehydrated food I'd been eating. I pulled on my boots and ran down to the first floor to pick up the rooms. I incinerated all the trash while I washed the countertops. Francis stumbled down the stairs, pulling on a boot and holding his jacket in his mouth. I pulled his jacket on him and buttoned it up, he smiled. His love hadn't gone away yet, and I caught myself thinking about the future of us. I was in love again with someone, it felt amazing.

"Calm down, they've missed you; your heart is beating like a drum." He held his hand on my heart.

"I'm so nervous." I saw that the couch was crooked from last night, I blushed hard remembering it.

"It's okay; they'll be here in a minuet." He kissed my head and grabbed a granola bar. I heard a knock at the door; I ran to it and threw it open. My friends were all standing there, I checked to make sure that they were real; they were. I couldn't hug them all fast enough. James stood back, his hair was shaved short. He had a killer scar behind his ear and down his neck. He hugged me longer than the others, he sensed something was different about me, but he wouldn't say anything, that's just who he was. He kissed my forehead, he was really emotionally tired. I held him. I heard Pym clear his throat. I pulled away; James kept his hand on the small of my back. Torunn looked from James to me to Francis. Her eyes got really big; she was really good at reading people.

"So… how about some food?" She pulled out a bag of food, it smelled like spaghetti and garlic toast. I usually love Torunn's cooking, especially Italian. I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door, I threw up; it was disgusting. The smell was too… real, and strong. I held onto the bowl. Someone knocked at the door, I locked it. God, I felt like shit.

"Mattie! Let me in!" Francis pounded on the door.

"I'll be find in a sec, just go eat with the others." I threw up again. Someone kicked the door in. James stood loomingly in the door way.

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