A word to the wise will suffice lemony goodness ahead. It is essential to the plot, I assure you. But it's also rather graphic. You have been warned. I will mark where it begins and ends for the more sensitive of the viewing audience.

A Courtin We Will Go

For a third time that day, Landi felt lightning shoot through her nerve endings as Nick Andros grabbed her hand. She turned to him, tears still streaking down her face. Despite her nonchalant response to Mother Abigail, she was actually devastated at the moment. What did that even mean, 'not equipped'? She continued to sob silently as she contemplated her bleak future. Even being in this beautiful park a block from Mother Abigail's home couldn't cheer her up.

"Well, now you know my big, embarrassing secret. Disgusted with me yet?"

Nick was looking at her compassionately. He shook his head for good measure, but she didn't seem to be noticing. All he wanted was for her to stop crying. Unlike the others, he knew exactly what needed to happen with the girl. And the literal electricity between them told him who was elected for her deflowering. 'Lava hot' indeed. He'd never been referred to in those terms before. Most people saw his disabilities and assumed that he had no libido. He'd been experiencing the Dark Man's wrath along with the others since before the world had ended. Somehow the idea of her in his clutches lit something wild in his blood. He knew nothing about her besides her name and he was already at peace with the idea of sleeping with her to keep her out of Flagg's clutches. He touched her chin and she laughed unsteadily.

"No, I don't cry pretty," she giggled, leaning her head down to blow her nose on her dress. Nick stopped her, offering his flannel shirt instead. She giggled and took it, giggling more as she noted his rather violently lettered t-shirt. He looked down at the t-shirt as if noticing it for the first time and shrugged with a smirk that made her heart flip. She blew her nose on his sleeve and wiped her eyes on the other.

"I'm doomed," she whimpered, eyes filling with tears again. "I always knew it from the moment he first came to me. But I've always been afraid of sex and the idea of doing it with a demon…" He handed her a note to stave off the tears.

Why afraid?

"Because it's scary! It's this big ball of complication. Relationships are destroyed by it, people are broken by it, I… I know that the continuation of the species is dependent on it, but it's terrifying."

But it can be good too. With the right two people it can be very good, don't you think?

"And what are the odds of that happening, Nick?" she glared at him. She was misty-eyed but there were no new tears to his relief. Even if he couldn't hear them, he didn't want the sounds of her misery. "What are the chances that I'd - that anyone would find the perfect person that would make it 'not scary'? Sex is complicated. I've seen girls give themselves to guys and then they turn that gift into a laughingstock. She's suddenly a slut and made fun of by everyone and she's expected to keep doing it and keep doing it with all the boys. Janet Simpson did it with a boy that had been pursuing her for a whole semester. Turns out he'd made a bet with his buddies that she'd give it up by semester's end. It was a disaster, she changed schools in the middle of the school year from all the taunting. Better to keep a low profile. No one wants to fuck a fat chick. Well, at least I-I won't have to worry about Flagg sharing me around with the other guys," she whimpered, tearing up again. "He wants me pregnant with his baby." Before she could start sobbing again, he handed her another note.

So, 'lava hot', huh?

The note did the trick, staving off the tears once again as she giggled in embarrassment. "You weren't meant to see that."

I'm glad I did. I don't get compliments like that very often.

Most people think of me as a walking computer rather than a man.

"You're really that smart?" she asked curiously. He shrugged and she giggled again. By now she was curled up on one of the park benches, his shirt curled up in her lap and the snotty sleeve balled up in her hand. Nick was sitting as close to her as he could with her legs on the bench. She leaned forward with a grin. "That's quite a burden you bear, Growing up must have been so hard for you." He nodded and started writing.

Growing up was very tough, little one. You are invisible to everyone because you don't live in a world of sound and speech. It's like just because you can't experience those things, you don't matter. You're alone. And being an orphan made it worse. Fortunately, I found a good man to help me understand the world before I was lost to it. He taught me what it meant to be a real man. He told me that Deafmutes are given two extra inches on their pecker to make up for the lack in other areas.

"Oh my," she giggled in embarrassment. "I hope you didn't have to dip those extra two inches in crazy too often."

I don't get laid very often, sweetheart. I have to take it where I can get it. Crazy or no crazy. Fortunately, it's not a choice I'm forced to make too often.

"Well, good for you," she said sweetly. "You are a very fortunate fellow I notice. I guess I'm fortunate too. It's hard to be an intelligent black girl. You're considered 'too white' for the black kids because you know syntax. And your skin tone makes you 'too black' for the white kids. You exist as a kind of subspecies, isolated and alone. I think part of the reason I was always such an avid reader was that… well… You don't look lonely when you're reading. But I was so lonely growing up. The Lord was protecting me from all the nonsense and drama surrounding school life. But sometimes I would have given anything to be a part of the nonsense and drama. At least I would have had a chance to feel like a kid. I've always felt so old, so mature." She grinned at him. "And then I meet you and all you've seen me do is cry like a baby. So much for making a good first impression." She laughed and sat up to pull her legs under her. Nick got closer to her, taking this as a good sign. He started detailing his past for her and she talked about her family. She'd been very close to them. She answered his notes almost in real-time; he'd never had an actual conversation like this before. Not even with his old mentor. It was… It was nice.

You're quite an amazing woman. I notice that everyone calls you a girl. Why is that?

"Cause people are stupid." she nodded gravely. He laughed and she followed suit. "No, for some reason I've always presented as an innocent. But that innocence can't exist with maturity, so people think of me as an innocent girl. Plus, I look a lot younger than I am." He clapped for her. "Haha, very funny. I got carded for a PG-13 movie last year. It was so embarrassing. The guy looked so suspicious like my card was fake and- Stop laughing at me," she chuckled, pushing him away from her playfully. "I bet that never happens to you, eh?" He stopped laughing and shook his head with a smile. "Figures."

I guess you're gonna have to stick close to me then.

"Why would I do that?" she asked with a confused look on her face he found utterly irresistible. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. She froze.

What's the matter, little one?

"That… That was my first kiss," she admitted, looking torn between laughter and tears.

Was it scary?

"No," she shook her head for good measure. "It felt good." He trailed his hand over her face lovingly before writing yet another note for her

I'm glad. I like kissing you. A lot. Your lips taste so sweet

"You two lovebirds still at it?" Larry called on his way to the house that the Mother had designated for him, his bride, and Joe. He'd asked where Landi would be staying and everyone looked at him in exasperation, including his wife. Looking at the girl now, he could see where that exasperation was earned. His little sister was still blushing like a schoolgirl around the man. She had a large stack of notes from him sitting at the edge of the bench they were sitting at. He would have given a lot to know what was being 'said' between the two of them. Nick glared at her 'brother' and wrote yet another note. This one he handed to the man

Are you in the habit of jumping straight into sex with a woman? Your sister isn't some whore. She's a fascinating woman and I want to know more about her before we make love for the first time

"What did he say?" Landi asked curiously. Larry looked at his sister and sighed, balling up the note and dropping it on the ground. "Hey, littering is a crime."

"Not yet it's not," he grinned. "And considering that you've been out here chatting with your new friend for the last three hours and it's almost full dark, I'd say you've found someone very special. If he ever hurts you, I'm gonna have to beat some sense into him. You know that right?" This last he directed at the deafmute, who nodded solemnly.

"Larry, leave your sister and her husband alone," Lucy laughed. "It's not time to get so overprotective yet. Goodnight you two." She left them to it, laughing as she dragged her man away.

"Husband?" she wrinkled her nose in that wonderfully adorable way that made him kiss her again. She leaned into the kiss this time and Nick smiled against her soft, plush lips. He flicked his tongue against her lips, swallowing her gasp as he plundered her virgin mouth. He swept his tongue around her teeth, reveling in the vibrations he felt on her lips. So, she was a hummer. That was perfect for him. She was still humming when he finished his exploration of her mouth. Her eyes were closed and when she opened them there was a hazy, passion-glazed look in them that made him want to kiss her again. So he did. God, she was sweet. It wasn't an artificial sweetness either. She hadn't been eating anything or drinking anything to cause this sweetness. It was all her. He savored her mouth like a fine wine, adding kiss after drugging kiss to her first one. After an eternity of just holding her close and tenderly savaging her sweet mouth, he grinned and tapered the kiss. She blinked and smiled at him in a way that made him feel ten feet tall. He hugged her as he wrote his next note.

I think I'm going to have to steal you from Flagg. Anyone who tastes as sweet as you do doesn't deserve to be terrorized by that monster.

"Really?" she smiled brightly. He nodded down at her. "You would do that?" He nodded with an arrogant smirk on his face that no one in his new life had ever seen before. The girl gathered up his shirt and his notes to her. He was touched by that simple act of sensitivity. There was a lot of personal information in those notes and he didn't want just anyone reading them. "I… I should talk to Larry about… um… getting my things," she said abruptly, He started backing her up against a streetlight, that infernal smirk still on his face that made her nervous. "M-my sleeping bag, my nightclothes, m-my toothpaste." She hit the lamppost just then, looking up at him with equal parts excitement and fear. He leaned down and kissed her again, grinning when her knees gave out. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Those vibrations were happening over his shoulder that told him that she was likely shouting something, but he only shrugged and carried his new bride to his home.

His home happened to have a large fireplace and a massive fold away bed in the living room. That's why he spent the majority of his time in the living room. With a jumbo-sized sleeping bag on the bed or spread out on the floor on lazy nights, and a roaring fire to keep him warm, it was quite luxurious. Hoping that she felt the same way about his home, he slid her down his front to her feet. She stumbled, obviously from the rush of blood from her brain, and he steadied her.

"Wow," she smiled and blushed almost red, "you're so strong…" He nodded with yet another smirk. So, it seemed that she wasn't too worried about her mode of transportation to the house. She looked around his place in wonder and Nick reveled in her expressiveness. Every emotion was clearly expressed in her eyes and body language. And her body language said that she was impressed with his setup. Glad that he'd gotten a lot of wood for his fireplace and washed his sheets in the river this morning, he worked on getting the fire going. It was getting chilly now that the sun had set. He watched her wander around the downstairs of his house. She set his notes on the dining room table and started tap dancing on the hardwood floor there. She stopped after a few minutes.

"Sorry, I took dance lessons from sixth grade to ninth grade. I liked tap-dancing the best." He nodded, putting the matches to the wood. It didn't catch. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and thought he could get used to this companionship.

"Do you have some newspaper or something to burn for the wood to catch on?" she asked. He shook his head then nodded towards the notes he'd been writing all night for her. "Oh no! That's your life story. You can't just burn it. And what if you need to reuse-" He put a stilling hand on her arm and pulled out his notepad.

I have plenty of paper, my lovely one. I can always write my life story out again for you. Right now I want to make love to you in front of a roaring fire.

The girl blushed almost red under her honey golden skin, but went and got the papers. The paper caught and soon they had a blazing fire in the fireplace. That done, Nick stood up and took off his shirt. She blushed even more backing away from him. He caught her before she could get away and brought her close for a deep tender kiss. She fell right into the kiss, pressing herself closer to him. She was shivering and he doubted it was from the cold. He wrapped her in his strong arms and felt that electricity between them, building like a storm on the horizon. He picked her up and put her in the middle of the bed. When he reached for her dress, she gasped and backed off. She wrapped her arms around her breasts protectively and trembled.

"I-I-I…" she whimpered, not seeming to know how to put her multitude of feelings into words. He smiled reassuringly at her and pulled out his notepad.

Trust me. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise

She read his note, and looked deep into his eyes, desperate to trust. He stared into her eyes for what felt like hours. He made a move towards her and she flinched.

"You don't have to do this," she blurted suddenly. He gave her an incredulous look and she blushed. "I-I mean... If we do… If we… He's going to make me wish I was dead. A-and he'll just kill you." She turned away from him, trying to get her trembling under control. Everything in her wanted to let him love her. The electricity between them was primal. But he deserved to know what he was getting himself into if he touched her. She was marked for a demon after all. It was no small thing.

Before she could get too far into her self-recriminations, he held a note up in front of her face.

That was a very brave admission, my love. You're right, it is dangerous for me to touch you. But you know what? I don't care. I just met you and I love you. I want you and I will have you. Flagg is a bully and a coward, coming after such a sweet, untouched beauty. I will not lose you to him, Yolanda Granton.

You belong to me now.

Let me love you.

She read the note and started shaking. He was so dominant. And his touch didn't scare her. He was everything she could ever want in a man. And he wanted her. She felt his strong hands reach under her bottom and pull her dress and crinoline skirt up. She wasn't wearing much else. She hadn't expected to be deflowered when she came to Boulder. His lips were suddenly on the back of her neck and she moaned heartily and leaned back into his lips. Her dress was slowly coming up her body and his tongue was on her neck now. She couldn't remember whether she'd put on fresh underwear when she'd changed her dress or not and right now, it totally didn't matter. She was moaning like a freighter, her eyes closed as she enjoyed his touch on her body. His lips were gone and she whined with the loss of them. Fabric over her head and the lips returned, this time on the side of her neck. Oh God, she couldn't get enough air.

"N-Nick… Nick I… I can't…" The pressure didn't let up and then his hands were on her mound and she came screaming in her underwear for him.

He blinked and looked up to see that her eyes were the size of saucers and rapidly filling with tears. With a sigh, he kissed her lips, watching her eyes slip closed again, two trails of moisture trailing down her face that he easily wiped away. Once she relaxed under his touch, he leaned up to see her underclothes and grinned at how mismatched they were. She obviously hadn't expected anyone to see her underthings. The bra was this hideous orange that was three sizes and at least two cup sizes too big. And the underwear was too big as well with faded balloons on them. They were now soaked in her juices. Deciding to take her underwear shopping tomorrow, he pulled her balloon panties off and threw them in the fireplace. He kissed her deeply as he removed her bra and likewise burned it. Her body looked amazing by firelight. All dark, smooth, unblemished skin. His skin looked so much paler when laid against her brown skin. He laid the back of his hand against her cheek and her eyes drifted open. He smiled down on her, removing his pants and boxers and smiling when she looked away in embarrassment. Bringing her face back to his, he held up two fingers and wriggled them in front of her.

*Begin Lemon*

She gulped and squirmed to get away. Too late. She moaned when those wicked digits entered her soaked vagina. She clamped her powerful thighs shut, but it was too late, he was already inside of her. She squirmed and bucked against his talented fingers, soaking his slender digits in her nectar. She was moaning as well, but he was too interested in the juices coming out of her to worry about sounds he couldn't hear anyway. He finally couldn't take the squirming anymore and leaned down to sample her. She tasted exquisite. And her juices were streaming out of her. Her eyes were closed again and she was writhing. He settled himself between her legs and dug in. She started bucking against his face, a hand on her stomach telling him that she was likely screaming her head off. He kept at it, never having tasted such a delectable vintage before. She was sweet and savory in a way that food never could be. He licked her thoroughly, smiling that the more he cleaned her the more she squirmed and the more of her nectar was released. He kept at it anyway, enjoying the act of cleaning her almost as much as he enjoyed her liquid refreshment. Her body was tightening more and more as his tongue explored her nether regions. Suddenly, she released a gout of her sweet essence directly into his mouth. Taking her body's cue, he surged into her. He felt her hymen tear and pushed through her gates into paradise.

He started savaging her mouth, steadying his body when all he wanted to do was thrust into her again and again until she tightened up and took him over the edge with her.

He touched her wet cheek and her eyes popped open as she looked up at him in abject terror. He shook his head gently, staring into her eyes and pumping into her. Her eyes immediately slipped closed. and she responded to him beautifully, squeezing his large penis tightly as he watched her approach her end again. It wasn't the same as with other women. Right now he was caught inside of her tight space, shuddering at how mind bendingly tight her inner walls were. He thrusted into her repeatedly, thinking of leaving his own baby in her womb. She felt so good to him. She was sweating and it made her perfect, a glistening siren to his merman. And he felt like he was of the sea at the moment; buried in her treasure chest. She was curling her fingers in his hair; he smiled at her open mouth and decided to claim it. She'd been mouthing something a minute ago, but she'd been too busy yelling to distinguish the words. He didn't mind. She was his now. There was all the time in the world to harvest her succulent body's secrets.

He started thrusting his tongue into her open mouth, mimicking his conquest of her lower lips. Immediately she tightened up and exploded around him. He could feel her trembling, could practically taste her scent on the air and he let go, tumbling over the edge with her. He was looking forward to working on their timing as he ejaculated into his woman. Thinking only of her gorgeous breasts, he started thrusting again as she recovered, his greedy mouth attacking one of the globes. She bucked against him, vibrating through her chest to him. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open; he was enjoying himself thoroughly. He suckled her into oblivion, loving the pattern of her vibrations. They came in waves for him. Sometimes short and strong, sometimes long and drawn out. There didn't seem to be a reliable way to tell which he was going to get as he stroked her responsive, tight little body. The muscles under his hands were trembling and vibrating like crazy, all he could do was hold on and let her take him to Heaven. And she did, over and over again. She didn't seem to notice that all he could do was gasp and grunt as she pulled his hot seed out of him with her amazing untried inner walls. Judging by her vibrations, she was making enough noise for the both of them. And he let her, marking her tantalizing breasts with his teeth and tongue. They may have shrunk from her ride to Boulder, but they were still large enough to be a meal for him. He dug in happily, marking them all over. He was a breast man by nature. He'd always enjoyed the feel of the tender flesh in his mouth. And right now he was getting more than his fill on her chocolate breasts. His specialty was leaving hickeys; he had to work for it with her brown skin, but he managed to mark her this night. She was his all over and everywhere.

He leaned in to mark her again on her vibrating chest and noticed the tears running down her cheeks. Feeling bad for pushing her, he leaned up and licked at the moisture on her face. She was holding onto the couch for dear life as he entered her. Her words were becoming more clear as he cleaned her face. Between 'it's so big', 'it's so hard', 'oh God, Nick', and 'fuck me harder', his male ego was stroked to ungodly heights. Soon enough he was suckling and squeezing her beautiful breasts as he gave her what she wanted, magic. He flooded her with his special brand of magic and she bodily appreciated it. She was cumming a mile a minute, soaking his lower body in her nectar. She was wet to her knees, covering his body in her sweet, sweet juices and his semen. It was amazing; she was amazing.

*End Lemon*

It took until early morning for him to finish emptying his seed into her yielding body. He was pleasantly limp and spent by the time she released him. He surveyed his night's work with an artist's eye. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, though it was hardly noticeable with her thick lips. Her neck and breasts were covered in hickeys and lovebites. His hands on her abdomen revealed that she was still moaning and humming from her night with him. There was blood on his pristine white sheets and on her thighs. Yup, his mission to deflower her was complete. Now, how he was going to resist taking her again and again now that she was his woman… Smiling at this most pleasant predicament, he laid her head on his chest and settled down to sleep.

"How dare you defy me like this," the Dark Man screamed in her face. She gasped, realizing that she was still laying out naked on the bloody sheets with a demon hovering over her with a knee on either side of her thighs, but didn't wake.

"Oh no, you're mine now. And now that I don't have to be gentle…" He started unzipping his pants and there was nothing she could do about it. He was going to rape her right here in her dreams. Before she could properly panic about that, a strong, familiar arm pulled her out from under the demon.

"She's mine," he said firmly. She looked up at his beloved profile and saw that he was glaring at Flagg without a trace of fear. He looked down at her and winked. She woke up.

And there you have it, the first of many love scenes between our protagonists. It makes sense to do it this way; if Landi's virginity ties her to the Dark Man, then removing that obstacle would bring the two humans closer together. I also wanted to showcase Nick's intelligence. Just because he's handicapped doesn't mean that he's stupid.

I will endeavor not to get too carried away with the lemony goodness. But remember that, according to this new society, they are married now.

See you next chapter! Reviews are loved ^_^