Author's Note: This one-shot installment was inspired by TFLN (TextFromLastNight) and evilbuf (Kris) on Twitter. The tweet is below to not spoil the plot.

The time is here. The time is now. After 4 long years of partnership, friendship, almosts and if onlys, and falling in love without acting on it…their time to be together is happening. She chose him, finally, and he can't believe it's real. Can't believe she showed up at his door to kiss him and is now leading him into his bedroom. The second he kicks the door shut, she's on him, kissing him and dragging moan after moan out of him. Her fingers hold him to her, becoming lost in his hair. He holds her body firmly against his, kissing her back and not caring about her rain-soaked clothes making him wet. A part of him wants to put this on pause so they can talk, but his brain is foggy with lust and love for her. How can he resist her? Still, he has to be sure…

"Ka…Kate…" He holds her at arm's length, trying to catch his breath. Looking into her eyes, he says, "We should talk."

"We will…later," she whispers, not breaking eye contact.

"Are you sure…about this…us?"

She smiles. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Rick."

She kisses him softly and backs up a couple steps to pull her partially opened shirt up and off of her. His eyes roam, and she moves onto her jeans, undoing the button & zipper. "I could help you with that," he suggests. He watches her sit on a side of his bed and remove her tall boots. "They're soaked. You'd get frustrated," she explains. They don't speak a word as she eases her jeans off with minimal annoyance. She lets him stare a couple minutes before trekking back to him and lowering her voice to say, "You can help with my bra and panties." He feels more blood rush south, as if her stripping wasn't enough.

She's gazing at his lips as he brings them to hers, and the passion is re-ignited. Her mouth opens, and they both moan when their tongues meet. She throws her arms around him, and he lifts her up to carry her to the bed. Their lips part as he lays her down. She sighs with pleasure as he brings his lips to her neck, kissing and sucking without leaving any marks, though he would love to. She almost completely loses herself in the sensations, but her hands make it to the top of his shirt and work on unbuttoning it. His lips have reached the edge of her bra when she un-tucks his shirt, trying to drag it open. He assists by sitting up and removing it himself. "Wow, you kept all that hidden under all those button-downs," she comments with her eyes traveling all over his torso and biceps.

"I could say the same about you. Although…there was that one time undercover when you wore a swimsuit." His eyebrows do their signature dance. She rolls her eyes, and he laughs. It brings both of them comfort to know they are still them while entering this new territory together.

"You didn't have permission then," she states.

He smirks, knowing he has permission now. "To do what exactly?" He wants to hear her say it.

"To see and touch what's underneath."

"You know I like to touch," he replies, and she's smiling as he leans back down to kiss her.

She hooks a leg over him and moans at the feel of his hardness pressing against her. She's sure her panties are drenched by more than just the rain. Her hands roam his back, and she savors the feel of his skin. Their tongues meet again amongst moans coming from both of them. His hands, of course, are busy exploring her torso and the thigh she has draped over him. She moans softly when his fingers trail over her panties at her hip. That same hand makes its way to her bra, finding where it's fastened. Still kissing him, she leans forward with him to give him room unhook it. Before he can begin sliding it off, she rolls him onto his back, much to his surprise. Her move breaks the kiss, and she straddles him, sitting up to slowly remove her bra. She tosses it aside, expecting him to stare, but his hands are on her almost immediately, gently groping her breasts and thumbing her hard nipples. "Oh god," she gasps.

"You like that," he wonders.

"Ohh yes," she moans.

He watches the pleasure written all over her face as his hands knead her. "You're so beautiful, Kate. More beautiful than I ever could have imagined."

She sighs with slight disappointment when his hands slip off her breasts and glide down her stomach. Her hands, meanwhile, do their own exploration over his torso. Almost simultaneously, their hands reach each other's waistband. Hers unbuckle his belt and begin undoing his pants. His tug on her panties, making her moan.

Her moans add to his pleasure and anticipation, and the feel of her fingers so close to his private bits drive him crazy. It's like he's on a rocket, soaring higher and higher with every sexy thing she does.

She yanks his pants and commands, "Get these off." She rises on her knees to give him space.

"Even in bed, you're so demanding," he responds while lifting his hips to ungracefully slide his pants off. She loves how sexy he looks in nothing but silk boxers.

"And you love it," she claims, settling back down on him, shuttering at the feel of him right where she wants him. She can't resist grinding against him over and over and over, still feeling some good stimulation despite their remaining clothing obstacles.

He moans her name, and she sighs, "Fuck yeah, that feels really good." His fingers skate down her back to cup her rear, earning him a more enthusiastic moan from her. She leans down to kiss him some more but doesn't stop grinding. And it's getting to be too much for him. Their mouths fused together; her nipples caressing his chest; her gorgeous body rocking into him… After 4 long years, he knew their first round would not last long. But he isn't inside her yet, and he's feeling the tension building quickly. Far too quickly.

He starts to protest, is about to roll them over to make her stop, but the next thing he knows is he's exploding inside his boxers, and he's sure she can feel it. His body is quivering with release. She stops grinding, pulls back, and starts to say, "Did you just…"

He cringes and groans in frustration, "Yes."

She sits up but doesn't move off of him. She can tell he's embarrassed because he's doing his best not to look at her. He tries to push her off of him, but she resists, setting her hands on his chest. "I'm not moving, and neither are you. Rick…it's okay."

"Nooo. No, it's not. I just reacted like a teenager who doesn't know how to keep himself under control."

"I'm not judging you. It's okay. You did nothing wrong," she tries assuring him.

"I ruined our first time," he whispers, almost too soft for her to hear.

"Rick, look at me." He still refuses, and she says it with authority: "Look. At. Me." When he does, he sees the softness and the care in her eyes. She hopes he sees love. Even though she doesn't say it yet, she feels it strongly. "You shot too soon. It's not the end of the world. Or us. Or this night," she says softly, reaching for one of his hands that's resting on her waist. He starts to respond, but she continues, "I would've come too soon too. I mean, if I didn't stop grinding, I would have. If you had touched me…there…I would have in, like, two minutes."

"But it's not the same for you. Women recover faster. Us guys…" He shakes his head. "And besides that, I wanted our first time to be perfect. Not…over before it started," he replies, looking so disappointed in himself.

"And it will be. We have all night, you know. I'm not going anywhere." She grins and leans down to kiss him. "I bet I can get you back to standing position sooner than you think. And you can help me…you know. I'm still wound up tight. I need to relieve the tension." She kisses him again, and he grins, feeling the shame and dismay dissolve. They kiss some more – surely a new favorite activity as a romantic duo.

He pauses their kissing to say, "Let me clean myself up first."

"I can help you with that," she says in her hot bedroom voice.

TFLN tweet: (920): it was all good until mid make out when he announced 'i just came'. …he wasn't joking.

Kris had the idea of him coming too soon when they had their first night together.