Reconciliation

Jill would wake up, then go back to sleep, and wake up again, all night long. Sometimes she'd initiate it, and sometimes she'd wake up to his own initiation.

But every time she woke up, she thought she was in heaven.

Chris wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of him, raining a constant stream of kisses against her throat and down her chest, grabbing the backs of her thighs and pulling her up so he could have free reign of her chest. Jill was still half asleep because she'd been dead to the world when he'd grabbed her just then, it would mark the fourth time that night, and it was getting close to 5:30 in the morning now.

All she could feel was him, and she thought she'd been dreaming again. In her half asleep state, she said, "Don't leave me again, Chris."

He knew she wasn't fully awake, but her words made him that much more urgent to prove that he didn't plan on doing any such thing again. Jill woke up fully when she felt his arousal pressing up between her legs, penetrating her, and she couldn't deny her instincts as she lifted her hips over him slowly and moaned his name loudly.

He'd promised her a hundred times it seemed that he'd never leave again, and somehow she'd known for certain that every time had been the truth. As she felt him inside of her, beneath her, his arms around her, her's around his shoulders, she knew he wouldn't.

She rode her hips against him harder.

"Chris," Jill moaned out lowly.

"Mmm, Valentine."

"Don't..."

"My Valentine."

"...start."

"I love you."

"God," she gasped.

"Yeah."

"Oh god!"

"Harder, baby."

"I love you, Chris!"

Chris groaned, his eyes shutting in the pleasure he felt, unable to stop himself from lifting his hips against hers, rocking himself into her. She still felt so perfect. The bed started rocking, and he just couldn't get enough of it.

He reached up and grabbed her hips though, made her stop, and Jill looked down at him, "What's wrong?"

"Not a damned thing."

"Then let go," she breathed heavily.

"Not yet."

"Not yet?"

"No, I want it to last."

Jill groaned when he said that, and she tried to move her hips anyway. Chris clutched them tighter, groaning loudly.

"Let go," she told him again.

"You're perfect, Jill."

"Chris, let go."

"So damned perfect."

Jill jerked against him, and he finally let go, but he did lean up so he could have more a little more control, and as he covered her mouth with his own, he helped her movements along, thrust against her like he'd never have the chance to again.

Her moans sounded loudly from her throat. It felt so good she really did think she was going to cry. She tensed up against him as the pleasure built, and finally she wrenched her mouth away from his, burying her face in his throat.

Chris grunted, trying to hold off as long as he could just so he could feel her coming against him, so he could hear her cries of pleasure, and know for sure that he'd put them there. But it was proving difficult.

Jill clutched him tightly, and her cries grew, sounding his name again and again, and Chris allowed himself to let go and groaned her own name in return, giving one final, hard thrust and pouring himself inside of her, telling her how much he loved her.

His body rest back against the headboard and the wall, and he breathed heavily as he clutched her body tightly against him. Jill pulled her face from his throat and she leaned up to kiss him hard, lovingly. Pulling her hands from the headboard she'd been clutching, she accidentally knocked his trench coat from where it was hanging on the bedpost, and she heard a clink when it fell to the floor, followed by what sounded like a coin rolling to a stop.

Chris tensed beneath her, and she pulled her lips from his gently, knowing it was something important that had fallen out of his coat when he'd done that. "What is it, Chugs?," she asked in a seductive voice, still kissing his throat.

He sat forward slowly, stealing another kiss before he glanced down at the floor. It was right there and he reached to get it, then pulled his hand back up and sighed, looking at his fist. Jill looked as well, and when he opened his hand, there was a diamond ring in his palm.

Jill got a little wide eyed, and she looked at him, asking, "When did you get that?"

"Right after we last made love," he told her, "when I'd said I wanted to marry you. I wasn't kidding, Jill."

Jill couldn't help but stare at him. "You've had that ring all this time?"

"Yeah, I got it just before everything with Forest happened. I decided I'd keep it as a memento."

Jill looked back at the ring, and then she leaned her forehead against his cheek and said, "It's beautiful."

"Not as much as you," Chris replied. He couldn't help himself sometimes.

Jill smiled, and she took the ring from his hand, looking it over, "So, are you going to ask or what?"

"I didn't know if you'd want me to."

Jill looked at him and she nodded, "If you'd rather wait, it doesn't matter. We're here, now, and that's all I care about."

Chris smiled, then he said, "Why don't you keep it for now. I'm afraid I might lose it anyway."

"Okay," she promised, leaning in and kissing him again before pulling him down on top of her with a grin on her lips.

Chris was also smiling, and he teased her again, "My Valentine."

"Damn it!" She couldn't help her smile though. She'd rather have him here calling her his Valentine on friendly terms with him than be alone and hating him again.

"Why does that bother you so much?" He asked, "You never told me."

"I didn't?"

"Nope."

He was rubbing his nose against hers cutely, and she smirked, "Just because it gets so old. I'd hoped anyone I might have settled down with wouldn't call me that. But you know, if we do get married, you won't be able to say it anymore."

"Sure I will, it'll be your maiden name."

"Not if I don't want it to be," she grinned.

Chris chuckled and several moments passed in silence between them while they gave erotic touches and worship to each other, kisses and caresses, reconciling what had gone wrong between them and making up for lost time. Jill sighed loudly when he moved his body against hers, into hers, and she asked, "Do you want me to quit the nightclub?"

Chris grumbled, "Later."

"Later?"

"Yeah, not now."

"You want me to quit later?"

"No, I mean we'll talk about it later."

"Oh, okay," Jill smirked at how he didn't want to be distracted. Then she asked, "How's work?"

She was doing it on purpose. Chris groaned and she grinned, trying not to laugh at him. Slowly, she ran her fingers down against the muscle of his chest and said, "What about your–"

He hushed her with a kiss, and she gave up, chuckling against his lips. The sun was starting to come up, and soon she forgot about teasing him again and just concentrated on him instead.

Neither one of them could be more happy with where they were at the moment.