WARNING: This chapter contains some serious lemons and smut!

Yep it's the chapter you've hopefully all been waiting for :-D I hope it meets all of your expectations.

But seriously it may not be suitable for younger readers - you have been warned.

Enjoy xx

Lucas:

I had never felt more happy and content than what I did lying on the blanket with Skye next to me. My arm was wrapped around her, holding her to me. I lightly traced patterns up and down her arm, causing her to quiver. We both stared up at the sky. The sun was beginning to set the blue ablaze with fiery reds and vivid pinks.

Skye sighed contently next to me, prompting me to look down at her. I smiled as I looked at the peaceful expression she wore.

"What are you thinking?" I inquired softly.

Skye's aqua eyes flicked to mine and she smiled.

"I was just thinking how pleased I am that Taylor convinced me to come here. He was right as usual; this is the best place for me." I grinned at her and brought my face down to hers. I kissed her delicately. She beamed up at me, before inclining her gaze back to the sky. Skye sighed again and lightly brushed her lips against my shoulder. My eyes flicked shut as I focused on her mouth. "Thank you for today. It's been perfect." She murmured.

I glanced down at her, and found she was beaming at me. Her leg curved over mine, and she moved up so she leant on her elbow, looking down at me. I grinned at her, and caressed a strand of her hair back behind her ear.

"I love you." I breathed.

Skye smiled down at me.

"I love you too."

My heart jumped. She lowered her mouth down to mine and placed a light kiss. I moved my hand up to the back of her head, holding her face to mine. She didn't fight against me, but happily deepened the kiss. Her hand clung on to my shoulder whilst the other leant under her, supporting her weight. I curled my arm around her, longing to have her closer. My fingers snuck under her shirt and began caressing her silky skin. I felt her lips twitch into a smile against mine as I stroked her flesh. Then my hand brushed over a hardened spot of skin, causing Skye to involuntarily flinch.

The kiss was broken instantly and my stare flicked down to her side. Skye didn't try to stop me as I pulled her shirt up to examine what I had felt. I frowned when I saw the white scar. I sat up, so I could get a better look at it. My fingertips gently traced around it, as I explored the shape and feel. Skye remained lying on her side, allowing me to examine the scar. I could feel her eyes watching me carefully. An incredible amount of grief filled me and I looked away.

"It should have been me." I muttered.

Skye sat up. She brought her hand to my face, tentatively stroking my cheek. I flicked my gaze back to her and felt my burst of remorseful anger dissolve away. Skye shook her head.

"If it had been you, Mira would have probably killed you. I couldn't survive without you."

My heart leapt joyfully at her words. A small, warm smile formed on my lips.

"You don't know that. I have a habit of surviving gunshot wounds you know."

I winked at her. Skye grinned.

"So I hear." She laughed.

I smiled at her elation, though still grief burned inside of me at the thought that I had almost lost her.

"I'm so sorry Skye." I said sincerely.

Skye smiled at me and nodded.

"I know." She got to her feet, and stepped over me. I watched painfully as she moved away. I hated when I couldn't feel her next to me. Our distance caused me physical hurt. I observed as Skye slipped her boots back on. Then she glanced back at me and reached out her hand. "Why don't we go back to your tent and you can show me exactly how sorry you are?" She proposed seductively.

I barely registered myself standing up and racing toward her. It seemed like a split second had passed from me being on the ground and then having Skye in my arms, kissing her intensely. I scooped her up in my arms, earning a melodic laughter from her, and began marching back toward my room, carrying her like we were newlyweds.

I didn't care who saw us; though I hoped her soldier boy was there to witness. My focus was mainly on getting her to the nearest bed. Skye giggled as we strode through the entrance to my tent. I went straight over to my bed and deposited her on the mattress. Instantly my mouth was on hers and my fingers began trailing along any part of her exposed flesh. But she quickly pushed me away.

"Door." She demanded breathlessly, glancing back over at the opening.

My eyes followed her gaze. The rag blew gently around in the breeze, reducing the amount of privacy we had. Grumbling, I got back off of her and paced to the entrance. I quickly tied the makeshift door down and then turned back to Skye. She had propped herself up on her forearms; her shorts and shirt were lying in a pile next to my bunk. She grinned over at me.

I sprinted back to her, and was over her in seconds. She sniggered at my desperation, but by the way her hands pulled my face to hers, I knew she felt it as well. She forced me over, so she could have control, and began caressing my chest with her lips. Her knees were either side of me, her hips hovering right over me; she thrusted her hips forcefully against me, causing my manhood to rise and tighten painfully. I moaned in response, feeling my need to be inside of her increase. Skye's lips twitched into a victorious grin against my chest and then her mouth came back to mine. Our lips parted and I battled her tongue for dominance, determined to have some authority.

One hand became tangled in her hair, pulling her face down to mine. The other traced down her back and stopped when it found the straps of her bikini. I gently began tugging at the knots so she could be released. I frowned when the straps wouldn't give. I knew Skye often did up her swimsuits extremely tightly, so as not to expose herself when she jumped off of Snakehead Falls – not that I would have minded that view in the slightest. But those knots seemed impossible to undo.

I groaned as I tugged at the knots, unable to shift them. My other hand moved down from her hair to assist as I yanked at the straps. I nipped Skye's bottom lip as a giggle escaped her. Her mouth moved away from mine and she sat up, grinning down at me.

"Move over genius." She teased.

I brought my hands back around and brought them up in a mock surrender. A smirk stretched across my face. Skye's hands disappeared behind her and she effortlessly undid the knots, tossing the garment to one side. I tittered as Skye grinned.

"I loosened them for you." I remarked.

"Sure you did." She agreed sarcastically.

I pushed myself up, grabbing Skye once more and bringing her back to my mouth. She sat right on top of me, her arms wrapping around my neck as I hungrily kissed her. Then I swivelled her around, pushing her back under me.

Instead of going back to her lips, I pushed her hair away and began sucking at her neck. She shifted under me and sighed joyfully. My lips then began moving down her bare flesh. I kissed the soft skin of her breast, before lavishing attention on her nipple. Serene sounds escaped from her and she breathed my name.

As my focus went to her other breast, my fingers began brushing down her skin. I snuck my hand under her bikini and began teasing her lower lips, finding them already wet and ready. My fingers hovered over her, occasionally brushing lightly over her tender skin. My actions coaxed loud, pleading moans from her. She arched her back, trying to get me to touch her, but I refused.

"Lucas!" She begged.

I grinned triumphantly, my lips still smothering kisses on her breasts. Then I gave her what she wanted, and dipped a finger into her core. The affect was immediate, with her breathing faltering and her heart booming audibly. My eyes focused on her face as I inserted a second finger, and began pumping her. Her eyes had closed and she was clinging onto the pillow under her head. Already her cheeks were flushed and uncontrollable noises escaped from her as I licked, kissed and sucked at her breasts.

I could feel my own need rising by the sounds she made, but I made myself wait. I wanted to make sure that she never doubted us again; never had to question whether I was what she wanted. I wanted her to crave me, the way I craved her. So I focused on her needs before my own, wanting her to remember that night for a very long time.

Smiling to myself, I began trailing my tongue down her scorching hot body. When I got to her bent legs, I sat up. I used my free hand to pull away her remaining garment. Throwing it to one side, I kissed along her thighs. She quivered from the touch of my lips and her moans became more prominent.

Agonisingly slowly, I withdrew my fingers from her, causing her to groan and beg. Then I replaced my fingers with my tongue. Her thighs tightened around me, locking my face into place; and her hands came down and gripped painfully into my hair as she pushed me onto her. My fingers lightly stroked along her legs as my mouth worked at her.

I began throbbing, needing her desperately. She must have felt the desire as well, as she began tugging at my hair, begging me to enter her properly. Unable to wait any longer, I moved my mouth from her and sat up.

As I removed my clothes, Skye caught her breath. She beamed at me and reached her arms for me. I threw my clothes in the general direction of hers and then began moving back down. She widened her legs expectantly and grinned.

Still not quite ready to give into her, I kissed her passionately. Each time I brushed against her, Skye gasped; and each time I moved back away she whined desperately. Her hands began moving south, but I grabbed both of them with my own and pinned her beneath me. She instead wrapped her legs around my waist and tried to pull me down onto her. I smirked at her efforts, and easily avoided touching her right where she needed me.

"Lucas!" She cried, her desperation hitting an all time high. Still I refrained, getting her back for how long she had made me wait to have her. I sucked at the pulse point on her neck, feeling her heat rising. "Please." She begged.

I'd always found it impossible to deny her when she pleaded. So I positioned myself better over her and began to sink in. Skye sucked in her breath as I buried myself deep within her. The relief she felt was instant on her face, moaning contently. I peppered feather-light kisses along her neck and jaw, moving gently. I didn't want to risk causing her side any pain. I also assumed she hadn't been with anyone else since myself – that had better have been true otherwise someone was going to be hunted down and shot – so I gave her time to adjust.

She craned her body up into mine, allowing us both to feel more of each other. Satisfied that she was alright, I began plunging deeper and moving faster. I worked at the spot I had once found that would drive her over the edge. She panted, pushing her hips even closer to mine. I found her lips once more and kissed her passionately, muffling her moans of pleasure.

I began to feel her contracting around me, and soon I had her writhing under me, crying out. Her pupils had blown from the passion and her face was flushed. I felt her warm release all around me, and soon I joined her, spilling all of my pent up angst inside of her.