Not the end yet! Getting closer, but believe me, you'll know it when you see it! I love writing for John and Tiger Lily, so this is an ode to them. Hopefully you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them! Awesomely sweet reviews guys! Thank you!

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"John, I cannot let you do that," said Tiger Lily pulling away from him.

"It's too late my dear, it's done. I'm staying. I won't leave you." He stroked her cheek with his hand and bent to kiss her tenderly. "You mean more to me than anything."

"Besides," he said embracing her again. "I don't think I'm cut out for stuffy London anyhow. This is the place I want to live and explore and learn about. All with you."

Tiger Lily could no longer protest. She didn't want to. She couldn't imagine facing her father alone without John. Visions of their life together were passing through her mind. Hunting together, living together, and sleeping in the same dwelling. Their children would run barefoot through the forest: dark like her and long and tall like John. It was a beautiful thought.

"You will make a good father. You remind me of my own."

John looked at her incredulously. "Me?" he laughed. "In what way do I remind you of your father? He is a great man; intimidating and grand. I don't exactly have the presence he has."

"No, that's true," she said admittedly. John sighed. "But you are brave. You are true and fair, and you could be a wise leader."

"Not much of a leader am I? I led you straight into this situation."

She smiled at him. "Is that what you have thought? I believe it was the other way around. You followed me like a hungry, lost puppy."

He scoffed. "No, you couldn't keep your hands off me. I think you have it wrong princess."

"That is untrue!" she exclaimed with mock disdain.

"Like now. Just try to tell me you don't want me to kiss you."

"I do not." She stepped away and crossed her arms in front of her. Her heart was beating faster now, and they stared into each other's eyes intently.

He lowered his voice. "Come now Tiger Lily. Tell me this does nothing for you." He unfolded her arms and took her hand, placing a slow kiss on each finger.

"I feel n-nothing." She had trouble making her eyes focus now. But she was determined to win.

"And you definitely don't enjoy doing this, right?" He placed her hands on his chest. She tried to keep her hands still, but they felt so good against the firmness of his skin, running over the fine hairs scattered here and there.

She gave in and let her fingers caress him as he looked down at her. "You are my weakness," she said.

"And you're mine," he answered. "Since the moment I saw you as a little boy."

"I love you John," she whispered.

He smiled. "I love you too."

He looked down into her face trying to decide something, then looked around tentatively, checking that there was no one around. He took her hand in his and hopped off the rocks, pulling her down with him. He took her waist in his fingers and asked the question with his eyes. She smiled at him and slid her arms around his neck, placing a hot kiss over his heart.

They sank slowly to the earth, holding each other on their knees. She pulled his spectacles off his head and threw them to the side. He let his hands wander over her, over her back, cupping her rear, and then to the front to place them over her stomach. He bent to kiss her womb that held such treasure. She pushed her fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp. "My baby is in there," he said in wonder.

He felt overcome with happiness and fear all at once and had to feel the solidity of her; her strength. He came up and attacked her mouth with his. He drew his hands up to place them over her breasts. She sucked her breath in hard and let her head fall back as he teased them with his fingers. "You do have magic John," she breathed.

He laid her down on the soft moss by the rocks. He went to the hem of her dress, and began to pull it up, up until it was completely off, leaving the moon to highlight the contours of her body, ready and waiting for him. He felt so much surer of himself this time. Not awkward, not clumsy and craving release just for himself. This time he would make love to her, not just with her.

He laid himself over her, kissing her face, working down her neck, down her chest. He lingered there, knowing how it made her body move and shake under the onslaught of his mouth. It was the only time he'd ever known her to be completely powerless, and it made him swell with pride knowing he was the only one who could and would ever do it.

"I need to kiss you John, please come back up here to me," she begged. He obliged, and quickly came up to capture her mouth with his, plundering it with his tongue. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him to enter her. They began to move together, crying out at the stars, knowing their situation to be far from perfect, but not caring one fig in that moment.

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"I have a question," John asked, looking down at the satisfied princess. He had propped himself up on his elbow, allowing all of Tiger Lily to be in his sight.

"Ask."

"Well, I was just wondering how you knew we were having a baby? It can't have even been a week since we first consum… I mean when we did… You know."

"Since we first made love? John you are still a little boy in so many ways."

"Hey!" he exclaimed softly, pushing her gently with his fingers.

She laughed. "The Fairy Queen told me."

"How did she know?" he asked.

She sighed. "How did you grow so fast from a silly boy into a handsome man? Magic."

"Oh. Well, I suppose that's true. But we won't really know for sure for… a while."

"I am sure," she said.

"How?"

"I feel her."